**This story consists of Ren x Stimpy action. The characters are portrayed as humans with their anthro qualities (animal ears and tails) and may be a bit OOC. Rated Mature for future chapters.
I own no right to Ren and Stimpy**
~Ren's POV~
**abuse mention**
*** This whole chapter is based solely on headcanons and are NOT related to the actual story behind the characters in the show***
I stared at my prescription bottle in my hands. Hesitation filled my body as I blankly read the label in my head. Sighing, I try to open it, but am stopped by someone pulling my arm. I look behind myself to see what… I guess was a shadowy figure with a strong grip. The figure spoke in a low voice that I swear sounded familiar.
"Ren hoek, you better not touch that."
I watched as the hand set down my prescription bottle on the coffee table shakily (the actions were my own, but… I felt like I was being controlled to do every movement).
"Thatta boy." The figure spoke as it came into light.
My heart skipped a beat as I saw my father's face. That look of… a deranged pastor who had a rough day at work. His breath reeked of alcohol as he breathes heavily in front of me. My eyes going wide, I desperately try to gain control of my body, but nothing was responding to my urges.
"Now you know what happens when you touch daddy's stuff, don't ya?"
I look over at my pills and see them had changed to a pack of cigarettes with one in my hand. Fearfully, I look back at my father.
"Yeah, you know what happens." He raises his hand and slaps me hard against my face, causing my body to hunch over in sharp pain.
I try to cry out but no sound was made. Looking up, I see the interior of the house was changed to my childhood home. Whether it was a fucking memory or not I don't know, but it was terrifying me to no end. I strain to hear mom and dad arguing about how I should torture things. Mom suggests a chainsaw while dad suggests a gun. The voices get louder, making my ears hurt until I'm suddenly grabbed by my father by the wrist. He drags me out to the yard and puts our cat next to the finishing tree. He shoves a gun in my hand and starts yelling at me to pull the trigger.
Confused by what the fuck I'm even imagining, I look around. Blood and guts are everywhere outside, there are dismembered animals and humans around me and scattered throughout the backyard. My heart beats faster and my hands get sweaty and shaky. I'm suddenly smacked in my back from dad as he screams at me to do something.
I look at the cat, feeling pity and regret. I finally look back at dad and glare at him.
"What the fuck do you mean do it?!" Tears fill my eyes. "Mom bought this cat for the family! I'm NOT killing it!" I throw the gun at my father.
He glares at me with the look of pure insanity. Dad glocks the gun and points it at me.
"I swear to god if you don't do this one thing I fucking ask you to, Ren…" He growls angrily at me. "Then I'll do something we'll both regret."
I nearly faint at the threat and tremble in fear. A tiny meow sounds behind me as I take the gun from my dad.
Holding the gun, I turn around and shakily aim it at the cat's head. I look into its eyes and see the fear. I nearly break down as my finger is on the trigger.
"C'mon damn it!" My father yells as he clenches his fists. "You've killed animals before, son! Use your fucking head and GET IT OVER WITH!" He slaps my back, causing the trigger to be pulled.
I freeze up as I see the now dead cat's brains all over the dirt as it bleeds out. The gun falls and tears slide down my face.
"That's my boy." My father says as he pats my back. "You'll be a great gunman. I need to show your mother." He walks away.
Falling to my knees, I stare at my pet. I never cared for cats but… I've had this guy for years… and now he's…
"There there…" A voice says. It sounds like mine, but more.. strange.. as if the tone was lowered.
I look behind myself to see a copy of me kneeling beside me.
"He was a good cat now wasn't he?"
I wipe my tears away as I stare at the dead animal.
"Don't beat yourself up over it. You knew it would happen soon."
"I… I didn't know…" I softly say as my words get somewhat caught in my throat.
"It's over now. You need to rest."
My vision of the dead cat permanently scars my brain as I see my vision blur and turn to black.
Suddenly, I return to my reality back at home, staring at the prescription bottle as I was earlier. My heart is racing and I'm a shaky mess. I was like someone who had a fucking panic attack… just another sign of being weak.
Quickly, I take the bottle and open it, pouring some pills into my hand. The small round tablets seemed tempting as I put some of them back. Two of them now in my hand, I shut my eyes and take them, swallowing them down with some water beside me. I pant heavily as my head feels foggy from that memory.
I swear I forgot about that stupid shit…
"Ren? Did you take your medicine, sweetie~?" Stimpy says as he sits beside me.
Still trembling, I look over at him. I nod as I try to calm myself.
"Y-yeah…"
"Are you alright, Renny?" Stimpy said concerned as he took my hands.
"Yeah I just…" I run my fingers through my hair, the strands sticky with the sweat that was running down my forehead and neck. "I… fuck I don't fucking know." I say getting frustrated.
Stimpy wraps his arms around me and gently picks me up in that.. bridal manner.
"You certainly don't look well.." He says softly as he looks at my teary eyes. "How about a bath~? Would that help you feel better, sweetie?"
I stare at him and close my eyes.
"I don't fucking care."
"I'll give you one~. You'll feel better after one.~"
"Fine."
Stimpy had taken me into the bathroom and was taking my shirt off. I didn't know how bad I was shaking and how bad I was crying. My shirt was covered in tears and sweat and it was rather hard to remove it from my body.
I groan tiredly, "I can undress myself, you fuckin' moron."
"Alright, Renny~." Stimpy says as he turns away, getting the bath ready for me.
I start to take off my pants and boxers, wrapping a towel around myself. Stimpy gently helps me into the bath, taking the towel from me and placing it on the rack above the bath. The water felt so nice and relaxing. My body instantly relaxed from the warmth and my worries seemed to vanish.
"How does that feel, Ren~?" Stimpy asks as he strokes my hair back.
"Fine I guess…" I mutter.
Stimpy takes my hand and gently cleans the scars from earlier.
"Your body must be so tired, Ren… from these.. uhh.. issues you have…"
I want to smack him so fucking badly. He's treating me like I'm a god damn crazy piece of shit.
"But I want you to know that I'm gonna be here for you no matter what happens~." He smiles softly and kisses my scarred up hand.
The gesture was nice and made me blush. I sighed exasperatedly and look away with a slight blush.
"Yeah sure…"
Stimpy gently strokes his thumb on my hand. The feeling was so nice. Surrounded by warmth and having someone there. I hate Stimpy with every inch of my being but… he does know how to help me when I need it…
I look at him as I feel his lips against mine in a soft kiss. My eyes go a bit wide and I stare at him, unsure of how to react. Stimpy's hand gently caresses my cheek. I feel my face get hotter from the blush that spread across. Tired of just… all the bullshit I've seen in one day, I kiss him back.
I'm gonna regret kissing him… I know it.
