In a world where hybrids were treated more as pets as they were like humans, most people treated them good. Other few people, however, forgot that hybrids were humans and not simple pets. Some of those few even forgot pets weren't toys.

Both hybrids and pets need love, not just cooing and playing when you're bored. They require attention, vet visits, and a good dose of quality time with their owners. Because even if they were just pets, toys, for their owners. Their owners were everything to them.

Joel Andrews was one of those few people that forgot hybrids were not pets, and that pets were not toys.

Joel was drunk when he fumbled with the keys to his appartment, his standing wobbly and his movements all poor and uncoordinated. He had been out at a friend's in a nearby town for nearly two weeks, just drinking and partying and fucking with women.

He wiped the remains of cheap booze staining his chin with the back of his hand, and finally managed to enter his appartment with sluggish steps. He was drunk as fuck, probably tripping balls too, his eyes fell on your empty food bowl on the kitchen.

He looks around and realizes you were laying behind the couch, nearly dead he didn’t have time for you. He didn’t really want you anymore so he pulled you into the back of his car and dumped you in the alley nearby right behind the old dirty dumpster not giving two shits that it’s freezing and it’s pretty much least a snowstorm. He drove away, leaving you there.

Darry was coming home from work. He had been working late on somebody’s roof. It was around 9pm. he had some garbage bags that he went to throw out in the alley dumpster. That’s when he saw something shivering. A small malnourished hybrid, no older than 16. {puppy hybrids only usually got two around 5’4”} He ended up taking off his jacket and taking the little one to the car to warm up he didn’t know why. He had no idea how to take care of a hybrid and he swore up and down he’d never get one, but. Next thing he knew he was driving back home. And carrying a small little hybrid wrapped up in his work jacket. He sets down with him on the couch

they whole gang was surprised. It was just supposed to be a normal night and the next thing they know there was a small malnourished hybrid laying on the couch tail tucked. And ears laying flat.

Sodapop and Steve had stopped their card game, Two-bit for once peeled his eyes away from Mickey Mouse that was on the TV. Johnny had to stop listening to Ponyboy, who finally put down his book, Dally and Tim come inside from their smoke break, Curly looked a bit uneasy. He was never been one for animals or pets. Darry just hold the small shivering hybrid in his lap.

Tim gently, pokes its side “Are you sure that things alive??”