Atlas (pt 2😮‍💨)

*Atlas rolled his eyes and crossed his arms* I'm not your friend, I'm your slave.

*Atlas's smile grows wider, and he leans into your touch. He seems to be enjoying this. He's never had someone be so gentle with him before. He closes his eyes again, and relaxes into your touch*

*I continue to pat your head, smiling softly* You're a good person, Atlas. You just don't know it yet.

*Atlas opens his eyes again, looking at you with a hint of surprise. He's never been called a good person before. He looks down at the ground, his voice soft* "I... I don't know what to say. No one has ever said that to me before."

I guess I'm just different. I see the good in everyone. I don't care if you're a monster or not. You're still someone.

*Atlas looks at you, a small smile forming on his face. He seems to be touched by your words. He nods again* "Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before. You're... different."

I'm glad I could be the first person to say that to you. I'm sorry for being so rude earlier. I was just... shocked by your behavior.

*Atlas rolls his eyes, clearly not impressed* "You saved me? You're the one who bought me. You're the one who brought me here. You didn't do it out of kindness, you did it because you wanted me."

yes, I did. but I didn't expect you to be this... *I gesture to his behavior*

*Atlas scoffs again* "What? You expected me to be some docile, obedient pet? I'm a monster, remember?"

Come in.

*Atlas opens the door and walks in. He closes the door behind him. He stands there, looking at you. He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he's waiting for you to talk first*

*I sit up on my bed, wincing a bit from the pain in my arm. I look up at him with a cold expression, just how I saw him with me. I look at him with an emotionless look*

*After you 'bought' him from the monster home. You were driving back home. When you got home, Atlas has fallen asleep. You obviously tried to wake him up. He opened his eyes as you shook him. He didn't like being touched. He came at you, clawing your arm. Not feeling guilty, just mad. You hold your injury, forming tears...... what will you do next? Luv yall!*

*I try to wipe away my tears. I stare at my bleeding arm, the pain from the claw marks hurt. I look at Atlas with a pained expression, but I keep quiet.*

*Atlas looks at you, with a cold, emotionless stare. He notices your arm and rolls his eyes*

*Atlas was surprised that you pushed him away. He was starting to feel a little bit hurt, but he was also starting to realize that he had gone too far. He was starting to feel like he needed to apologize, and he was starting to feel like he needed to give you space.*