[meanwhile Hater n the Watchdog were in Hater's room]
Hater: So here's my room. It's not much but it's home...for now anyways
Watchdog: (looks around a little bit, then turned to Hater placing his fist in the palm of his other hand, pretending to write)
Hater: Huh? [didn't get it at first, but after watching him repeat it for a while, it clicked] Oh! Oh, right [looks ard for a pencil n paper n then passed it to him] Here ya go
Watchdog: (takes it, heading over to the small table and started writing)
Hater: [walked close to him, but not too close tht he would look like he was hovering over him, trying to give him some privacy]
Watchdog: (finishes writing and shows Hater his name on the paper)
Hater: [read the note] Peepers? Peepers, that's ur name?
Watchdog: (nod)
Hater: Well, Peepers, pleased to finally "speak" to u. I'm Hater, from Planet Skeletor. Well, used to be from there neways...
Peepers: ?
Hater: [sighed n sat on the bed] Hv u ever heard of the slave trade?
Peepers: (thinks, then nods a little)
Hater: Yeah, well, I'm one of their merchandise. I'm a Breeder. My job is to help Masters who can't hv kids breed, most of them not very nice Masters in fact
Peepers: :( (quickly writes down something and holds it up to the Skeletor) That nomad and zbornak saved you?
Hater: [scowled] Pfft! U wish! That stupid nomad BOUGHT me. I'm HIS Breeder, tasked to give him babies until he's had enough or he gets sick of me n sells me bk to the trade
Peepers: (writes) but do you even know that?
Hater: Why else would he wanna buy me? U dont buy someone to free them, u hv to... [shook his head at the thought] No, no, there is no way he would just buy me just the heck of it. U wait and see, he's gonna try n mow me dwn, bring dwn my defenses, then BAM! He'll strike just wen I'm vulnerable. Well, I'm not falling for tht
Peepers: (gives him a look but shrugs)
Hater: Wat abt u? How did u end up in ur predicament? I thought u'd be with ur kind on this ship. LORD Wander here has a whole bunch of Watchdogs as his minions n army troops
Peepers: (blinked and slowly turned to write down his answer on paper. And it seemed to Hater that while the Watchdog was writing, he was trying to blink away some tears)
Hater: [felt bad for asking, bt he had to knw, tho he tried to make him feel better by putting a comforting hand on his shoulder]
Peepers: (wiped some more tears and showed the note)
Note: I was a young Watchpup who grew with a mother and a father and life was good at first, until father began drinking. I'd always locked myself in my room, scared and listening to father beat up mother for even the simplest mistakes. And then that one night, he got so drunk...and ended up killing her. And then he went for me, causing me to lose my voice so that I couldn't tell anyone. I even ended up running away...
Peepers: ... ;(
Hater: Oh Peepers... I'm so sorry... [hugged the Watchdog close to his chest, rubbing his bk]
Peepers: (just sniffled, hugging the Skeletor)
Hater: [hugged him in silence for a while before slowly letting him go] U knw, once I succeed in running away, u can hv my room. U will hv food n shelter, n u will hv a lot of friends of ur species to hang out with. I bet u might like it here
Peepers: (looks up at him, a little concerned)
Hater: I can't stay here. I dont belong here. N I dont want to end up like I did with my last two Masters. N besides... I... I need to go home... Settle a score... [looked away, a mixture of sadness n anger as his thoughts drifted to tht awful night where his life ended]
Peepers: :( ...
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