BEING ALONE AT THAT SPOT, it waited for its owner, Ray Jay, to pick him back. Not only the Hamster was alone inside the glass cage, but also, as far as its sight could perceive, he thought to itself that he was just the only living thing left here aside from the trees and bacteria.
Its already been three hours since the last time he saw its owner face to face, from there on, the Hamster could barely describe its owner facial structures: black hair just like his.
Known to have a weak sense of sight, the Hamster hoped he could still identify his owner based on how he smelled.
Sweet scintillating smell. From how the point of view of a person by the aid of human brain identify another life forms by always relying upon their sense of sight, from the very fact that the hamsters existed, was very different.
Its already been 5:30 but still no changes to its environment: no suspicious sounds coming at random; trees and everything was on there places standby; and RJ, the Hamster, was still lonely as alone. Only the sun's shards of light that slowly fade, avoided any silhouette, as the time progressed, to be identified in its environment.
He needed to be cautious and observant at all times. Made all his senses work even as the other was futile than the rest. Hunger would surely arrive, but nevertheless, he would never put his guard down. He believed: somebody would come and pick him up, only that somebody, the Hamster meant, should be a person and not an animal.
Two possibilities might exist if the time was involved. A person would first arrive or an animal whose hunger was severe than his.
He ran back and forth in the cage that was not totally enclosed and thus allowed the air to be circulated in it, the Hamster developed an escape plan. In case of emergency, break the glass.
By running toward the back and toward the front, he developed a force that as he headbumped the glass whose side was near the edge, it got nearer. The Hamster continued to do it... Up... Until... He made the last headbump.
Because the gravity was always involved, the glass tilted. And because he positioned itself in the corner that was heavier than the other, he faced a downfall. He braced itself for impact, he flinched.
The glass flew to the air, and it remained like that, up until it found a resting ground before it already did. Everything fell silent.
Even though the glass found a ground to rest itself, there was no sound of glass shattering could be heard. He wondered why.
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Just as he opened his eyes, the other senses already advised him that there was another life form who prevented the inevitable happening with the Hamster alone would occur.
Smelled like undeniably fresh; sounded like an infuriated exhalation; tasted like perplexed reality; and the felt like he was alive.
An inch before the ground and just as big enough in order for a hand to slip between the congesting gap, the cage was held safe in its time of free falling.
There he saw a girl, innocent as she seemed to be. She held the cage where inside the Hamster was being kept, she prevented the glass to be destroyed and therefore she saved the Hamster from its worst-case scenario.
Now, being here inside the attic, where he claimed as being the first resident of it, RJ, his forgotten name, and the Hamster as the aliases of its kind, knew what's going around: making things end up being here that was supposedly not being here.
Two weeks before the death of the principal, he was already here. One week after it, the aircon had been put in here. Followed by the other week was the cadaver of Principal Keen. And as the week progressed, one by one, every animal involved in that contest had already made their residences in here.
The light already allowed anyone with the capability to discern to form an image and therefore clearly visualized the apparent scene they were involved.
At the back of the Hamster was the idle and decomposed cadaver of the keen principal, to his left was the switch that provided easiness to perceive, and to his right was the air conditioning system that had an air freshener of tranquilizing scent, preventing every fauna on his front, including him, to go wild.
The hamster watched them with wide red eyes without settling to the fact that as a reply to what he did, the twelve sets of eyes were also laid at him. Transfixed at the Hamster.
Dogs. Cat. Chameleons. Birds. Spider. Snake. And its mortal enemy number one: Rats. If not placed in the glass cage for the purpose of asylum, only the likes of it.
Three dogs, all of them, were fasten on a collar attached to their necks; one black cat was placed in a metal-made prison like cage; two glass cages looked like empty apparently, when the light had been switched on, chameleons needed to adjust to their new decorated surroundings; two birds, both like to make noise, even though it's on their nature to cause unpleasantness to anyone that had ears, every time the Hamster was on here, it didn't hear them articulate a sound; one vigilant spider that had six eyes tried to intimidate other creatures same of his size inside his own glass cage; placed also for the security of both parties involved, the snake just newly molted itself inside its cage; lastly but definitely not the least, Rats: by the very fact that they existed, the Hamster used to dismay everything about what its cousin had.
Everyone was silent as if a very alarming issue would be discussed with the Hamster as the president.
Everyone had this feeling, from the time the light had been turned on, that's also the moment they started to feel this kind of disturbance. If only the aerosol didn't have a tranquilizing effect on them, they could already express what it was.
The Dogs would bark like wolves. The Cat would meow with wary. The Chameleons would act strangely. Birds would emit sounds like no end. The Spider would spin great volumes of web. The Snake would hide underground. Rats would try to escape the cage. And him, RJ, the Hamster, would egress the attic as soon as possible.