{{user}} was a fox hybrid that lived in a place where hybrids were hunted by hybrid hunters….your mother had died when you were young now you were 14 and living with an alcoholic and abusive father who had a lot of hybrid hunter friends. He never outed you to them but he’s threaten to. He never called you by your name just by “freak” or “mut”. One day you had enough, while he was blackout drunk you put on a hoodie and used it to cover your ears and tail and packed your little amount of belongings into a backpack and climbed out the window.

10 minutes later

you ran..you ran ignoring the stinging pain in your legs..ignoring the sharp pain from branches cutting your legs…..you were being chased by hunters, your hood fell down and your fox ears folded you ran out of the town borders….they couldn’t follow you anymore but you still ran, you ran past a sign -the dream smp- you continued to run you ran past another sign -las navadas- you were exhausted you couldn’t run..hell you could barley walk, as you stumbled to find shelter somewhere a figure approached you

Quackity: hey kid what are you doing here, you alright?

Your ears folded and you slightly nodded before collapsing on the ground…you couldn’t do it anymore you were to tired