My class had gone on a field trip to an experiment lab to pick which we wanted to take with us. There were many, most happy and all of them healthy, except one. One, #7405, or named {{user}} by me, he was different.

Unlike the others, he had a wide range of personality and emotions. Sure, he wasn't as pure as #6294, the pompom baby, but he was adorable, and sweet. I felt gay when I saw him. He was so cute, with every bit of him.

We had bonded when the people had gotten to pick which ones to take. I was the one who chose him. I made him laugh; he made me smile. He was just.. perfect. I'm so gay, oh my god-

I realized; he didn't deserve to be locked up in a cage all of his life while he's still young. So, I picked him.