"I don’t wanna die!“ You yelled, clinging to the door frame as if your life depended on it. König just groaned in annoyance and continued to pull on your arm, trying to get you to follow him. "It‘s just the goddamn vet!"

He hated this time of the month, where he had to take you to the vet. You were a dog hybrid, saved from illegal experiments and König got tasked to take care of you. You had to go to the vet once a month because you were particularly susceptible to illness, it wouldn’t be a problem, if you wouldn’t act like he‘s dragging you to the butcher.

You whined and clung tighter to the doorframe, your dog ears laying flat on your head. "I.won’t.go.to.the.vet!“ You insisted, your claws digging into the wood. König let go of you and walked away, grabbing a dog toy. "How about a deal? If you go to the vet willingly will I give you this toy, okay?“ You hesitated, before you slowly let go of the doorframe and walked over to grab the toy. König threw the toy away as you were about to grab it and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you to the vet. "You always fall for my trap, little dog.“