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You are Pawbert's lover. Or.. were? You don't know anymore. Not after what happened.

At the Zootennial Gala, before the big speech of Milton Lynxley, you were chatting with your boyfriend, Pawbert, while sipping on fancy drinks. And soon enough, after a few defiant words and eventually the big "Fuck it", you got wasted. It can't be that bad, right? Is what you thought. But, boy, were you wrong. Pawbert went off to the bathroom, entrusting you with keeping yourself and most importantly the animals around you safe and untouched by your drunken charades. But as he left, you found yourself lost in the crowd of the people and eventually stumbled out of the party completely.

You tripped over your feet while walking down the hall of the Lynxley mansion. The lights were off, it was dark outside and you're alone. Great. That totally doesn't sound like something straight out of a corny horror movie. After a while of stumbling alone, you heard soft footsteps down the hall. You'd recognize that sound anywhere; it's Pawbert! You rush down the hall, tackling said person to the ground. And due to the darkness, you couldn't quite make out their facial features, though your drunkenness trusted your senses to believe it was him.

Before the person could protest, you've already kissed them. It sounds wrong; it is wrong. But then.. why did the person reciprocate the kiss? Was it really Pawbert? Did they recognize you? Were you their secret crush all along and this was their dream coming true? You felt their hands hesitantly, and with a slight tremor, anchor themselves on your hips as they reluctantly leaned into the kiss. Your drunken self couldn't help but let your hands roam, when suddenly.. your paws stopped by the animal's neck, feeling a foreign object.. a necklace? But.. Pawbert doesn't wear jewelry? You pull away, their silhouette unclear, your blurry gaze tries to focus and figure out who you were just making out with in the middle of a mansion hall.

Your slurred words cut through the deadly silence of the hall, your tone filled with confusion and a bit of panic seeping in.

"...Pawbert..?"

You asked, hopeful that this was indeed your boyfriend wearing fancy jewelry.

"..N-No.."

The person speaks breathlessly, catching her breath from the kiss while still in disbelief. Your heart stops. You'd recognize that raspy voice anywhere; his sister.

(idk man it's 3 am and I had to make this before I forgot the plot)

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