Title:           /PoFg/ Damaged Goods
Author:          Jathma
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First Edit:      Sunday 12th of February 2017 04:37:48 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 15th of February 2017 03:49:44 AM CDT

>>7664936
>It's been three weeks since Jacob disappeared
>I have no idea what happened to my Opossum owner/flatmate/fuckbuddy
>Normally I made it a rule to not to talk to anyone, as that would label me a freak and ripe for poking with sharp objects and weird ass tubes going where no man should tread
>But I made an exception with this one
>Being so smart, I got shuffled around homes quite a lot
>Mostly because twats would mistreat me, and I'd shit on their bed in kind
>One time, I even got a broken jaw for my trouble
>But Jacob was different
>He wasn't just some punk looking for a fun weekend
>He wasn't some faggot looking to impress his girlfriend with a gift they soon forgot about
>Like me, he was kicked around a lot too
>Got involved in some bad shit early on and only just got out of prison
>The parole officer suggested he try taking care of a pet, see if that can help him out
>So he walked to the local shelter
>He still looked like hell back then, fucked up fur, baggy eyes and ratty hoodies
>When he came to my cage, the volunteer told him that I was no good
>Not gonna lie, I earned that reputation.
>Didn't like kids or anyone under the age of thirty
>But he was different, He looked into my eyes and I saw something deep in there
>A broken sad kid, trying to cope with the shit life flung at him
>Normally I raved and banged the walls of my cage whenever anthros came to look at me, but this time I didn't
>He looked straight at me and shakily put his hand on my gate
>I matched it with my own, staring back at what could have been my reflection
>"I think I'll take this one"
>He never broke eye contact, we had something neither of us expected from life
>empathy, and understanding
>He followed the now shaken volunteer back to the front of the building, his face blank
>And I sat my ass down, shocked that anyone would even be able to comprehend me without words
 
>He walked back a few minutes later and crouched to my eye level
>"Hey... Anonymous, Ms. Vhermacht told me I wouldn't be able to pick you up for a few days.  She has to check with my parole officer and there's lots of shitty paperwork to deal with."
>He fidgeted uncomfortably and muttered under his breath
>"what the fuck am I doing here..."
>Putting a smile back on, we put a paw on my cage again
>"So I'll be back in a few days to pick you up.  Sound good to you, Anon?"
>I could only nod, wondering what would be in store for me
>Funny thing is, he didn't give any of that baby talk shit
>He spoke to me like an equal, someone that can understand
>So the days passed, and while I usually whispered shit like 'the fifth reich summons you, Vherhmacht' to fuck with the warden
>I was silent this time
>Thinking about the opossum that looked like the back end of a dark alley
>The only living thing in this fucking world that showed even a hint of understanding
>One day passed
>Two days passed, I was getting restless, waiting for this mysterious guy to come back
>Three days passed... fuck, and here I thought someone had finally gotten to me
>Four days passed
"The fifth Reich summons you Vhermacht!"
>"What? Who's there!?"
>Five days passed, and I had completely given up on ever seeing mr. faggy ass pants again
>Resigning  myself to boredom and scaring anyone that got too close
>The door creaked open at some ungodly hour in the morning
>which equates to somewhere between 10 and 11 am
>As per the usual I ignored it, crawling deeper into my blankets
>"Hey, Anonymous.  I'm sorry it took so long, my officer was kind of a dick to me about this"
>I couldn't believe it, the madman did it
>Hitler's secret daughter unlocked my cage carefully, leash and harness at the ready
>I was so happy about my release that I just didn't give a fuck and calmly accepted the degrading fixture
 
>>7649906
>"Come on, let's get you home."
>I walked behind him as he left the building
>Getting one last giggle before we left
>As I passed the warden I whispered to her
"Heil Hitler"
>Her terrified and confused face was priceless
>I really wish I had a camera with me back then
>I followed him out of the building and to freedom, or what I considered to be freedom anyway
>He walked over to a sedan, a beat up old fucker too
>Kind of like my car back home, but one color instead of three
>Unlocking the junker, my new friend opened the passenger door and motioned for me to get in
>"well? Hurry up, man.  It's cold out here"
>I got in and out of pure habit, buckled myself in
>In hindsight, it was the best thing I could have done to make a good impression on Jacob
>At the moment, I felt like I just signed a death warrant
>Humans were dumb in this world
>They couldn't open a door if you didn't teach them
>Getting in and starting the car, Jacob stared at me
>"Huh, she didn't tell me you were trained, hell, I was warned you'd be a real shitshow for the first few weeks"
>Crisis averted, and heart rate dropping back into double digits Jacob drove us to his home
>"My name's Jacob by the way"
>I gave him the expected blank stare, wondering why he would care this much about what he thought was another dumb animal
>"You probably don't understand a word I'm saying do you"
>It'd probably be better if I didn't
>You look like and sound like life took you for an evening of 'curb stomp the blonde kid'
>Tapping into my vast powers of interspecial communication, I tilt my head slightly
 
>>7664669
>"Heh, you at least understand that much."
>Turing onto the highway, he continues.
>"I've always wondered what'd be like to be a human"
>This was coming out of nowhere, what's going on
>"I used to date this adorable raccoon, then shit went south"
>Huh boy, did he kill her pet or something?
>Just a tad spooked now
>He shook his head
>"I like to think it was her fault, her human's fault."
>"Hell, I'll even blame the weather sometimes"
>"But I know I fucked up, I just don't want to admit it"
>Dude, it's getting too real, tone it back a bit
>But in all honesty, he kind of reminds me of myself
>Lost, unable to figure out what the fuck to do with himself
>"Maybe it was for the best, she's already got a human to take care of.  Someone like me would just drag her down..."
>Fuck I wanted to say something
>Anything, even baneposting would have been good
>But I was still too scared of being labeled a freak so I kept my silence
>Opting instead for putting a hand on his shoulder
>Jacob looked at me, with a raised eyebrow
>His face hardened quickly, and he shook my hand away, grumbling to himself
>"Why the fuck am I doing this shit.  I'm pouring out my soul to a fucking animal"
>"Jesus, I'm pathetic"
>Looking up, he turned into the lot of a weathered apartment building
>"Well, this is home.  It's shit but it's warm and dry."
>I look at him
>"If you're expecting me to hold your hand and shit, you'll be disappointed"
>I was confused, but I should have seen that coming
>This guy did a complete one-eighty and went from understanding to cold ass little shit
>Fuck me if I didn't want to help him get out of this funk
>It just struck me close to home
>I'd been there before
>Lost in life, confused and hurt
>Damn it, I was gonna fix this kid even if it was gonna be one hell of a time in doing so.
 
>>7664936
>"Welp, this is it; home sweet fucking home"
>Jacob's apartment, well closet would be a better term, was a three room shithole
>weird carpet stains
>cigarette stench in everything
>hell, he even had an unshaded lamp in the corner
>Jacob grabbed a beer and sat on the couch looking at me
>"Look, I'm sorry about unloading on you earlier, I just haven't had anyone to talk to in ages"
>Taking a swig from the can, he continued
>"All my friends ditched me after that whole girlfriend fiasco and life's been a pain in the ass"
>He looked down at his paws, thinking
>"But at the same time you're a fucking human and don't understand jack shit"
>at this point, his dichotomic personality had me worried
>This was dangerous
>For him, me and the anthros he knew
>fuckit, I doubt this dude would give enough of a shit to try and turn me
"Listen, if you're gonna be a drama whore, can I at least get good and fucked up first? I don't do therapy sober"
>Jacob dropped his can, adding another stain to the collection
>and he stared slack-jawed at me
>I grabbed the can he dropped and tried some
"eugh.  Shit beer, but it works"
>I drained what was left in the can and grabbed another from his fridge
>dragging a chair from his dining table with me, I set up next to the couch
>He was still shocked, I was sure I could see a strand of smoke coming from his ears
"Now, how about we start with your mother"
>No response
>Tough crowd
"Look, if you need a few minutes, I can wait, but remember you're paying me by the hour"
>"wha?"
>And lo, the overgrown rat speaks
>"You can fucking TALK!?"