Goldfang growled and hissed indignantly as he was being manhandled yet again. It had been several days since he had been captured by the giants and the indignities he had suffered since then were too terrible and numerous to name. It wasn't fair! The only reason they had caught him was because he was injured, sickly, and weak from being unable to hunt due to being injured and sickly. A lucky swipe from a rival had him blinded in one eye and the other swollen half shut, and between that and the freezing weather a lifetime of easily avoiding the tall creatures was suddenly down the drain. He cursed the asshole that had clawed up his eye.

He could have been proud over the fact it had taken so much to go wrong before the giants could finally get their hands on him if not for the fact that they had actually caught him. The indignities! The unmentionable, unreasonable, unspeakable indignities! One of which was the pair of giants currently shoving him bodily into a too small space, the thick gloves they wore to protect their delicate flesh from his vengeful claws was only salt on the wound.

He sat in the cage and growled at anyone that came too close, whoever let him out was going to regret it. One of the giants approached, one Goldfang had never seen or smelt before. It smelled strongly, both of its own musk as well as the scent of two other cats. Not that that meant much, most of the giants he had met in this awful place smelled of cats or other animals. The giant crouched down so its fat, ugly, long face was even with the cage. It spoke in a deep voice that rumbled through Goldfang like rolling thunder. Goldfang responded with a particularly caustic hiss.

The giant moved to the side, where the cage was made of a thick, sooth wall rather than metal bars. Goldfang hunkered down, ready to pounce when the giant made the mistake of letting him out. Instead the floor felt like it fell out as the cage was lifted up. Shit, Goldfang forgot some of the cages could be picked up. He yowled and twisted around inside his prison. His pleas and threats were ignored, the cage simply swayed with a gentle motion as he continued to rail against his prison.

Goldfang quickly grew tired. The giants may have been feeding him regularly, which in no way negated their otherwise awful treatment of him, but he still felt weak from days upon days of barely catching any prey. He gave up and settled down, occasionally growling or hissing when the cage dipped or moved in a particularly unsettling way. Better to conserve hiss strength for when someone eventually opened the door.

They had entered a different place, the musk of the giant and the scent of the other two cats was much stronger here. Goldfang could even hear them.

"hello asgore, welcome home!"

"I MISSED YOU! OH, WHAT'S THAT? DID YOU BRING SOMETHING HOME?" A gasp that sounded far too dramatic, "DID YOU BRING SOMEONE HOME?! A NEW FRIEND? HELLO, NEW FRIEND!"

"they must be hurt or sick, smell the medicines? poor guy. don't worry, pal, asgore'll take care of you."

"YES! ASGORE IS A VERY KIND MONSTER WHO TAKES EXCELLENT CARE…" The rest of his sentence was muffled, likely by a door closing if that click was anything to go by.

The giant rumbled something, then the cage was set down. The door opened. Goldfang burst out of it, the looked around frantically to find cover. Wherever they were there was a lot of open space in the center with several things around the area that looked like they had spaces underneath perfect for hiding under. He headed for the nearest one as quickly as he could with a bandaged leg. He almost got under it, but the annoying cone strapped to his neck and extending around his head was too big to fit. He skirted around the edge of the area, trying and failing to fit under any of the large objects. After going all the way around the room he finally got to the largest object, the wide, short one that had a taller space under it than any other. Eureka! He fit! It was dusty under there, but he was hidden and that was enough. He went all the way to the far back corner, surely even the giant couldn't reach him all the way back here.

The giant spoke again, but its words had no meaning to Goldfang. He chose to simply stay where he was and ready his claws in case the giant tried anything. Whatever it said must have been a prelude to it leaving, because that's just what the giant did. After a while Goldfang's curiosity got the better of him, he crawled close to the edge of his hiding place and carefully sniffed. The area seemed empty of all living things, but something smelled delicious. More of the strange giant food, but he was hungry and the food was good. He cautiously crawled out and inspected the food. Next to it was a bowl of water, which was nice. There was also a deep tray of the strange, dry, pebbly dirt giants had. If this giant actually expected Goldfang to use it then it was in for an unpleasant surprise.

Goldfang ate his food and drank some water, then explored the area he was trapped in. There were several small toys, a couple pillows, and a free standing post all set out in the otherwise open center of the area. Goldfang ignored them and instead decided to try climbing all the things. The only one he managed was the wide, short one that doubled as his hiding place. There was nothing interesting on top aside from how soft it was.

There was a sound from outside the door. Goldfang decided the best thing to do was to go back under his hiding place. He calmly and elegantly made his way back under it, there was certainly no stumbling or scurrying involved. Once back in the far corner he settled down into a comfortable loaf and let sleep wash over him.

He woke up to yelling. It was muffled, but close enough to be heard even through the door. The two cats he hadn't met yet were talking as loudly as possible, like they were talking to someone who's hearing was going or a particularly dense kitten.

"that's some good food! i can smell it! the really good stuff! you're gonna share it with us, right?"

"FOOD! I'M SO HUNGRY! STARVING! YOU HAVEN'T FED US IN YEARS!"

The giant rumbled back. Then there was a click and everything got louder. Goldfang shrank back further into his hiding spot, wary about being found. Whatever was going on, the giant didn't sound very happy.

"are we eating in here? this isn't the normal spot, big guy! whatever, just put it down already!"

"OH, HERE YOU ARE. HELLO, NEW FRIEND!" One of the cats had found Goldfang's hiding spot and was making his way slowly closer, crouching despite the hiding spot being tall enough to walk under. He was sniffing carefully as he inched closer and closer, his bright blue eyes and the soft gray coat reflecting what little light filtered into Goldfang's hiding place.

"uh… hi. i uh… i don't want no trouble. i didn't choose t' get in yer territory, th' giant brought me." Goldfang figured the best way to start was to wash himself of all blame.

"you found our new buddy?" The other slipped into the hiding place, his white fur so long and so thick it brushed both the ceiling and the floor. Goldfang could also just barely make out the fact one eye was the same bright blue as the other cat, but the other one was golden.

"I SURE DID, HE SAYS HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE HERE THOUGH." The gray one said, still crouching strangely.

"well you know how the giants are." The white one rolled his eyes, then slowly approached. "the name's sans, and this here's blue."

"NICE TO MEET YOU."

"yeah, sure. m' name's goldfang."

"THAT'S A WEIRD NAME."

"it's 'cause m' fangs are gold." Goldfang bared his sharp teeth to show them off.

"eh, i'd call them more tarnished than gold, but what do i know?"

The giant spoke then, its voice sounded slightly pleading and there was some kind of patting sound to go with it.

"ASGORE WANTS US, I SUPPOSE IT'S BREAKFAST TIME."

"i am feeling a bit peckish." They both turned and left the hiding spot. Goldfang was going to just let them, but his curiosity got the better of him. He followed them to the edge and peeked out. They greeted the giant loudly, it responded by putting down two bowls for them. Now that they were out in the light Goldfang could see Blue's legs clearly, they were really, really short.

Then the giant was approaching his hiding place, Goldfang slunk further back. The giant kneeled down and pushed something into the hiding spot, then got up and left. Goldfang could smell it, a bowl of food. He crept forward and sniffed at it cautiously, he almost didn't hear the click of a door closing. Seems the giant had left, well that was fine by him. He settled down to eat his meal.

Once finished, Goldfang settled in for a nap. Unfortunately the other two had different plans. There was a tinkling sound, as well as a conversation he couldn't seem to ignore.

"C'MON, SANS! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO MOVE MUCH, JUST BAT IT BACK."

"you say that, but you always send it wide."

Goldfang huffed, then went and poked his head out of his hiding place.

"THERE HE IS! I TOLD YOU HE'D COME OUT EVENTUALLY."

"was tryin'a sleep," Goldfang grumbled.

"i like his plan better." Sans batted aside something that tinkled harshly before coming to rest, then walked a little close to Goldfang.

Goldfang came the rest of the way out of his hiding place to get a better look at what the others were doing, sitting on his haunches near the thing Sans had batted aside. He poked it with a paw, it rocked and tinkled.

"WE CAN'T SLEEP ALL DAY," Blue said in disgust.

"'m injured," Goldfang pointed out with a nod of his head and the stupid cone attached to it.

"OKAY, YOU HAVE A POINT. YOU CAN SLEEP ALL DAY."

Sans curled around Goldfang and lay down, tail curling and uncurling languidly. "no reason we can't sleep with him."

"FOR A LITTLE WHILE, JUST SO WE DON'T DISTURB HIM." Blue walked over and curled around Goldfang's other side. "BUT WHEN YOU'RE FEELING BETTER WE'RE GOING TO PLAY. ASGORE SAID YOU USED TO BE WILD, I BET YOU'RE GREAT AT HUNTING AND WRESTLING!"

"'m still wild," Goldfang grumbled as he looked around himself. He was in a bit of a bind, he was still sitting and Blue and Sans were curled around him so he had no room to lay down. Eh, their fault for snuggling up like that. He flopped over.

"hey, watch it!"

"WOW, RUDE."

Goldfang ignored their protests as he got into a comfortable position.

When Asgore entered the room later to check on the injured cat he had agreed to foster, he found all three cats curled up in a cuddle pile and purring like a well oiled machine. He very much didn't want to disturb them and carefully tiptoed around the guest room until he got to the bed. Kneeling down to pull the bowl he had pushed under their earlier was a pain in the tail. Getting back up even more so. Then he had to very carefully tiptoe his way back out, all without disturbing his little furry friends. He breathed a sigh of relief once the door was shut snugly behind him.

"Well," Asgore said to himself as he padded into the kitchen, "if they are so fond of each other already I suppose this will not be as temporary as I first agreed to. I shall have to give our new friend a name, I suppose. Hmmmm…" He hummed in thought as he carefully washed out the bowl. "Scar, perhaps? Though we do not yet know if that wound over his eye will scar, and it is far too violent a name. His coat is black… no. Black is too plain a name." He checked the time, the bright red numbers reminding of his new pet's eyes, his next dose wasn't due yet. "I have some time to think of the right name yet. In the mean time I suppose I should inform the shelter I will keep him after all."

Asgore hummed happily to himself as he reached for the landline. The house would certainly be more lively with another cat around, he found himself quite looking forward to it. Perhaps it was time to convert the spare room into a play room for the cats after all.

Bonus:
Asgore smiled as he flicked the feathered toy back and forth, Blue and Red both staring at it intently. He wriggled the toy enticingly, Red wriggled his butt as he readied to pounce. Blue must have noticed because he quickly crouched and launched himself at the toy, taking Asgore by surprise. Red didn't seem to want to be outdone, he launched himself at Blue and tried to wrestle the toy out of his grip. Asgore laughed and let toy go, watching as the two cats fought over who got to keep the prize. It was good to let a cat actually catch whatever you were playing with them with, something like a laser pointer was just cruel.

While the two wrestled with the jingling, feathery toy, Asgore turned his attention to Sans, who had curled up next to him. He ran a paw gently over the sleepy cat's long, fluffy fur. Sans made a little chirpy noise, then leaned into the attention. Soon enough Red came to join them, loafing up next to Sans and well within Asgore's reach. Asgore couldn't be happier, the surly cat was finally accepting his attention. Blue trotted by, the toy proudly held in his mouth even as the handle trailed the ground behind him. Asgore's chest felt so warm and light, what a wonderful way to spend the evening.