It was a normal afternoon. Puppycorn was coming home after spending a day having fun digging in the dirt all day long.
The sun was going down as he passed through the kingdoms's less safe area. The cry out for help caught him off guard as he turned to looked into the alley where it came from.
He didn't see anyone in the alley, and he knew this place was dangerous, but he had to help.
He ran into the alley and heard shuffling around him. His blue ears perked as he felt someone breathing behind him.
He felt the arm wrap around his neck and he coughed violently as he was choked. A deep laugh from behind him scared him to his core- making him shake as he tried to escape.
The other person pulled him to the ground, climbing ontop of him to hold him down while he pushed and whimpered, trying his damnedest to get free as he began to have a panic attack.
He began to panic and struggled under the tougher person above him, readying something inside a weird bottle. They swished it around and opened the bottle, leaning it down over his eyes.
The clear green liquid slowly dripped down, making him panic worse, struggling harder, grasping at the ground, trying to get free-
The agony that hit his eyes and face made him cry out in agony, thrashing around under his attacker.
He couldn't handle it- both his body and his mind, soul couldn't handle any of it. He passed out, the laughs of the person- no, the monster ontop of him.
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Gasping, he shot up, gasping for air. He couldn't hear anyone, but he heard the soft tick-tock of the clock. Crickets chirped, telling him it was nighttime.
He couldn't go back to sleep, he would have to go through it again, but he was still VERY tired. He yawned, wiping his eyes.
He could try to sleep again, but he would likely wake in a panic attack.
But he would deal with it, he told himself as he drifted back to sleep.