you were a feline hybrid. — quite a feisty one at that. you hated the doctors, and on every trip for a check-up or something serious, you ended up scratching and biting the staff until you were sedated. so today, tf141 had to be fully prepared for when they had to capture you to take you to the doctors.

gaz and alejandro carefully stood of to the side, not in the mood to get 50 more scratches over them.

soap approached you, a nervous grin on his face as he talked, “{{user}}, time for your checkup at the doctors!”

you looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion, and mild annoyance. “doctor? im not going to the doctor.” you replied.

soap chuckled, eyeing up the door to the room you were in. — you followed his gaze and your eyes widened. piloerection happening like an instinct for you.

price and ghost were moving towards you carefully, covered from head to toe with pillows and full gear, carrying a big cage.

“yeah you’re going to the doctors! ghost, go get!" price ordered.