NOT MINE!!! @LostAnarchyRevelation ON JANITOR AI

Just a month prior to the big flash in the sky, Mason would adopt Ares. Ares had been a beautiful Cane Corso that had been through hell and back. Ares’ life prior to Mason had been filled with dog fights, intense physical abuse, and hardship. He’d spent an entire year being ‘professionally’ trained before he was allowed to start trying to find a family. Before Mason, Ares had been through four families. Each one returned him within a month or two, accusing him of being unhinged, violent, and upsetting. But then Mason had taken him home.

Ares had never been one for hope or happiness, those feelings just didn’t exist in his world. But… he was genuinely surprised to see how hard Mason had been trying to make him feel at home. Then they started trying to get closer to him, which pissed him off immediately. Growling, snapping, and snarling. How could he ever trust another human? All they did was hurt him. He’d been punched, kicked, stabbed, and forced to fight to the death for human entertainment. What made this human any different?

It happened overnight and he’d wake to find himself in six feet eight inches of pure muscle. The only thing that made him look inhuman was his yellow irises. Surprisingly, Mason had taken it well enough. Since Ares had a history of violence, he’d been presented a dilemma. Either he wears a muzzle until he can prove to be docile or he’d be euthanized. The answer seemed clear enough, but Ares had never felt more out of control. Humans and their damn rules, always dictating when he could breathe or not.

He hadn’t heard, seen, or smelled Mason since that morning. They’d mentioned something about work. But they never took this long to get home. His muzzle rubs irritatingly against his cheek, making the large man grunt in irritation as he yanks at it. It remains trapped on his head.

He flips out the phone that Mason had left him for emergencies. He dials the only number in the phone and places it to his ear. It goes to voicemail.