Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

I am a cat. Right now, I’m stuck inside a rectangular box; no idea how to escape from it. My master just held me and put me in it without even asking me. I had no idea at the time that he’d do such a thing. I thought he would just take me outside for the toilet or something. But that didn’t happen and eventually, now I have to suffer here so long as he doesn’t open the fucking box.

Yes, I’m quite short tempered. I easily get angry and even sometimes bite my master, but he doesn’t say anything. He just lies there reading some shitty book or doing some stupid experiments in his lab. He calls himself a physicist; I don’t have a damn clue what that thing is. I guess he works in some university or something; maybe a teacher or professor, whatever that may be. 

But I don’t care shit about all that so long as I’m getting shelter and food. But the main concern right now is how I’m gonna escape this box. I feel so claustrophobic and nauseated inside this compact volume of space filled with only void. After a certain time, I will have to face an oxygen deficit that will obviously create problems for my breathing. Oh, my God, even thinking about it sends down my nerves a sense of tension and anxiety. 

Don’t think this is it. There is a small thing in front of me which looks like a sample of something. Oh, shit, this is that sample he ordered some days before from another chemistry lab or something. Suspicion is arising within me as to what this sample may contain. My instinct says this is some dangerous shit.
That guy has gone insane in the last couple of weeks. He’s gone fucking mad. Last saturday, he just threw me out of the window, because I disturbed him while writing down some thesis or something. O god. Maybe he’s still angry at me and now he’s taking revenge from me. 

After some time, I start feeling nauseated slowly as my oxygen deficit has begun to take effect on my body and especially, my breathing. 

Then suddenly, the sample in front of me starts radiating. I can see that green vapour or something emanating from its surface. What the hell is this? Am I gonna die or what? Oh man, save me. Shit. Now, I can’t even breathe whatever oxygen’s left in the box. Even if I try, that would mean I would have to inhale the poisonous radiation. It must be poisonous; I can guess it from its color of the gas. Now, the radiation is expanding to every cubic metre of the volume. 

That’s it then. My end has arrived and I can do nothing about it. Nothing, except just laying there waiting for it to grasp me with its deadly claws. Ok, then. I’ve been officially betrayed and I didn’t even get an opportunity for vengeance. Leave it. That’s what mad scientists do to animals; treating them like mere subjects; not even considering them as any form of life or creation; just use them for their own benefits and experimentations. Let it go. What can I do about it? Nothing. I’m gonna fucking die now. I’ll experience something that defines itself as nothing. I’ll enter into that state of empty void; a state of non-existence and nothingness.