36. Horror Furret's story
The hallway was dark and eerie. The lights were dim and it was sure than not many would want to take the job in changing them. There were grunts and growls along with the sounds of crunches, which I knew extremely well.
"Here it is." The man in the white lab coat said as he pointed towards a door with a small window at the eye level of it.
"Thank you." I nodded in gratitude and slowly stepped over to the door. I swallowed nervously and looked inside the room. The vision was horrid, to say the least. It wasn't my first time viewing such a thing, but it was the creature responsible for it. "Is that really..."
"Yes. That's your Furret, sir." The scientist said and I turned to him with a sad look on my face.
"So I take it there's nothing you can do about this behavior " I asked, hoping for an answer I wanted to hear, but I was also used to things going up the ass.
"Well... We're still doing some tests..." He answered, to which I sighed.
"Look at him, doctor. That's my childhood partner there, the sweetest creature I've ever know. He would have never hurt anyone, me the least." I raised my left arm, or at least what was left of it. My left arm down the elbow had been long gone and it was all thanks to my furry friend I loved so much. "He has eaten human flesh and I can't imagine what has happened there, but that person certainly did not believe that of him either. Can you fix him or not?"
"Sir..." The scientist breathed heavily, placing a hand on my right shoulder, giving me a sad look. "I do not believe there's anything we can do. We have run many tests, not only for him, but for the other pokemon here as well. We don't know what causes them to go mad like this and we certainly haven't found any kind of cure for it yet. I also doubt we will find one any time soon."
I gave him another nod, looking down a little hurt. Not what he said, but for the fact that this disease, or whatever it was, had to strike my little Furret.
"If I were you-"
"Do it." I said before he could finish his sentence and continued before he could say anything after that. "Put him to rest. He has suffered enough and so have I. He's probably hurting." I swallowed, looking away. I couldn't believe I would really say that, but it was my decision. I couldn't be part of this after four years.
"I'm sorry." The scientist patted me on the back and left, giving me some time to say goodbye.
"I'm sorry, too." I said, looking inside the window again, seeing my furret hiss and growl at the food he had been given, obviously angry that it wasn't fresh. "I love you, my friend..." My furret glanced at me and he hissed. His deep red eyes were stuck to mine and he licked his bloody lips, as if creating a menu of me in his mind. "I love you..." I whispered and turned away, hearing him dash the window behind me, hissing angrily and all I was left with, was the tears in my eyes.