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The 14 year old is hiding in a little cubby that he found some time ago when he sees his mother looking around, then stripping. He does what 14 year old boys do and starts jerking off to this, only to end up watching his mother commit suicide.\n\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/3464018]Part 2 Here[/url]\nI'll also do another direct follow up to this later.\n\nGuest cameo by George and Mina Hart, owned by anon.\n(If you recognize them, do not call anyone out. I will delete the comment)\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | [fa]jafferroshak[/fa] | RoleplayCentral | [fa]akinkyyfox[/fa]\n\nIf you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/xp_author]SubscribeStar[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "A follow up to the story Too Routine, following Chen Bei-Yihan, or Ben as her prefers, the hybrid result of his mother's rape. The 14 year old is hiding in a little cubby that he found some time ago when he sees his mother looking around, then stripping. He does what 14 year old boys do and starts jerking off to this, only to end up watching his mother commit suicide.

Part 2 Here
I'll also do another direct follow up to this later.

Guest cameo by George and Mina Hart, owned by anon.
(If you recognize them, do not call anyone out. I will delete the comment)

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If you would like early access to my stories, weekly previews and updates, access to my private discord, chance to have your character become part of the lore, and other bonus content, please consider subscribing to my SubscribeStar", "writing": "[center][b]Generational Hatred[/b][/center]\n[center][u]Part 1[/u][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\nBen scooted himself further inside the cramped space, pulling the small door closed once he was inside. The 14 year old panda/rat hybrid had found the place years ago when he was very little, after another one of his mother's angry rants at him. He liked to hide in the closet when she got angry. One day, he found found a hidden door at the back of his closet. It led to a small space, with another small door that opened into the closet of his mother's room. While small, it was thankfully still big enough that he could still fit inside all these years later. His mother and sister had no idea it was there, so he had quickly turned into his little sanctuary. There was a power outlet, so he could hook things up like a dim nightlight to read, or plug in his handheld game console, the Nendo Gamecub 3DD. Playing games on it was his favorite way to escape. Though he had to keep it a secret, leaving it hidden in the hidden room so his mother and older sister never found out he had one. They didn't like him having anything that made him... happy.\n\nHe didn't blame his mother for hating him. Or his sister. He knew what he was. A child of rape. His mother had been assaulted by a rat, who had then killed himself after impregnating her. His sister had come home to find the scene, their mother tied up with a dead man laying atop her, still inside of her. He was the result of that, and they both made no secret of how much they hated him because of that. Even his name reflected it. He went by Ben, but his name was actually Bei-Yihan, which he was told meant something like 'sadness and regret' in Chinese. Not that anyone in his family spoke it, but being pandas they all had some 'traditional' Chinese names. They even insisted they still put their family name, Chen, first, making him Chen Bei-Yihan. When he was 6 he asked why, only to get another scolding for even asking. He never did get his answer.\n\nHis sister was more open about hating him... and more violent. 14 years older than him, she used to hit him a lot. He was happy when she left for college. His mother was usually just quick to anger with him and yelled a lot, but she never hit him. But she wasn't what someone would call loving, either. Anything he did wrong was punished, usually by being sent to his room after a good scolding. Anything he did right... he couldn't remember if anything he ever did was right.\n\nNow situated in his little hiding spot, he picked up the handheld console, slipping one earpiece over his oddly long ear. He still made sure the device wasn't too loud as he turned it on and booted it up. He had been given the thing by his favorite teacher, Mr. Hasting. The kind fox was a bit younger than his mother, and really cool. A complete nerd, but the nicest person he knew. He also seemed to understand Ben, and had surprised him with the handheld console on his 14th birthday, along with a couple of games. His favorite was Captamon Omega Onyx. It was apparently a remake of a game from some ten years ago for more modern hardware. He turned it on and started his save where he had left off. He was doing some training for his team before tackling a difficult area.\n\nSome time later, he smiled as he finally beat the boss of the area, earning himself another shiny button in the game that signified he was that much closer to being the champion. Though he made sure not to cheer out loud. And a good thing as he heard his mother call out. \"Bei! Are you here?\" The sound was from his side of the little hidey hole. She was probably standing at the door to his room. \"Bei?\" Her voice got quieter as she walked down the hall. He saved his game and closed the handheld. He was going to crawl out of the closet into his room when he heard her speak again, this time from her own room. \"Not here. Fucking... good.\" She let out a heavy sigh, and he heard the bed creak as she sat down on it. \"For once I'm glad he's fucking gone. Hopefully he ran away this time.\" He winced, and decided to stay hidden for now. She was in one of her moods again.\n\nShe let out a heavy sigh and started to mumble something he couldn't hear. He risked pushing the door into her closet open just a little. He was able to peak inside and saw her sitting on the bed, her elbows propped onto her knees, her head in her hands. It looked like she was crying. His mother was an older panda, in her late 40's. She had a pretty typical panda form, short and plump, with short greying black hair she kept loose. Ben watched her as she sat there, muttering to herself. Suddenly she stood up and moved over to her dresser, staring at her reflection in the mirror sat atop it. She didn't say anything, just stared at herself in silence for minutes. It was a little awkward, but he didn't dare move for fear she would hear him and find his hiding spot.\n\nEventually, she let out a heavy sigh, hanging her head. \"I'm done... I can't do this anymore.\" She let out another heavy sigh and moved away into the bathroom of the master bedroom. Ben let out a sign of relief. He could probably move away now. Though just as he was going to pull the door shut again, he froze. His mother walked back out while pulling her shirt off, throwing it to the ground. It exposed her black-on-white markings and plump belly. Though what really caught the teenager's attention was the large set of breasts, covered by a pretty basic peach bra. That was also quickly removed and thrown away, leaving her hefty chest exposed. Ben had seen boobs in pictures, but this was the first time he had seen them first hand. He was surprised how big his mother's nipples were, and how much the tits bounced and swayed as she moved to sit back onto the bed.\n\nThe next thing he saw made him bite his lower lip. His mother grabbed the hem of her stretchy pants and started to tug them down her round legs, exposing more of the fur, and the lavender panties hidden under them. The panties were also pulled off, thrown away with the pants. She then laid back on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge, completely naked. Ben stared, just able to see his mother's pussy with how she lay. His cock was getting hard in his shorts, and it took everything he had to not pull it out and start jerking off. He had done it a few times to the pictures in the books to health class, but this was the first real naked woman he had ever seen. Even if it was his mother.\n\nAs she continued to just lay there, he couldn't resist any more. As quietly as he could, he pushed his shorts and briefs down to let his cock free. He reached down and started stroking himself, still biting his lip to keep from making any noise. He froze when his mother sat up again, but she didn't even look in the direction of the closet. Instead, she stood up and moved over to her dresser again. She grabbed a notepad and a pen and started writing something down. She had to bend over slightly to write, and the angle was enough that he got another look at her pussy, and her round, bubbly butt. He couldn't help but keep stroking himself to the sight.\n\nWhat his mother did next confused him at first. She moved a chair from the side of the room and put it right in the middle of the room, in front of the bed. She then pulled something out from under the bed. Some kind of small box. She reached in and pulled out a coil of rope. He had no idea what that was for, but he watched and stroked himself as she climbed up to stand on the chair, tying the rope to the ceiling fan, which was off right now. It wasn't until she slipped a loop of rope around her neck that he understood what she was doing. His eyes went wide as he stared at his mother, a noose around her neck. He knew he should reveal himself, but he just knew she would only yell at him. Especially with his cock so hard and her naked. She would be [i]pissed[/i] at him! There was no telling what she would do. An irrational thought came that she would just make him put on the noose instead.\n\nSo he sat there, cock in hand, frozen in fear and panic, and watched in silence. His mother closed her eyes, saying. \"No more.\" With one final sigh, she tilted the chair, then kicked it to the side and out from under her entirely. She dropped several inches, but the rope snapped tight. She instantly started to squirm about as it bit into her neck. The ceiling fan made a creak of strain under her weight as her instinctual struggles made her start to sway back and forth, but it held firm. She didn't try to reach up, but she couldn't seem to help but kick her legs as she dangled, instinctively struggling against her impending death.\n\nThe sight was horrifying... and yet Ben found himself stroking his cock again. He had no idea why, but watching his mother struggle and strangle on the rope made his cock throb harder. Her legs kicked more, her whole body starting to squirm about, making her sway even more, and start to slowly turn in the air. He saw her big tits bouncing and flopping about, her belly jiggling constantly, and even her ass seemed to bounce a little from her struggles. She lasted for several minutes, her squirming becoming thrashing for a minute near the end. She even reached up to grab at the rope at her neck, but there was no pulling it away.\n\nBen just watched, jerking off and panting slightly as he watched his mother hang herself. Soon, her arms fell away, and her kicking stopped. Her struggles and squirming was reduced to only twitches and trembles. As she slowly turned in the air, he saw her face. Her eyes and mouth were open, tongue slightly hanging out. Her big, brown eyes were bloodshot, but stared at nothing, a blank expression on her face. Ben stared at that face as he let out a little grunt, his cock throbbing and jerking in his hand as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his hand and the dusty floor. He had never cum that hard before, or that much, a few shots hard enough to hit the wall beside him.\n\nHe looked down at his hand, splattered in his spunk. Without hesitating, he slipped his t-shirt off and started to wipe up the mess he made, both on the floor and wall, and on himself. His cock was still hard and twitching, but he knew what he just did was wrong. Really wrong. After getting everything cleaned up, he crawled his way out on his side, exiting his own closet. He quickly threw his messy shirt into the laundry hamper, along with his shorts and underwear. He got himself dressed again in new clothes, then rushed out of his room, and directly into his mother's.\n\nHe stopped the moment he entered her room, staring at her body. She still hung there, slowly swaying and turning. The ceiling fan still creaked, but it didn't seem like it was going to break. He wasn't sure what to say. Not that there was anything to say. He took a hesitant step forward, then another. When he was within reach, he held out his hand and pressed it against her arm. She didn't react to his touch. He gripped her wrist, but he didn't feel any kind of pulse. Not that he knew what he was doing. He was about to take a step back, but hesitated again.\n\nInstead, he reached out and pressed his hand against his mother's chest, giving one of her big tits a squeeze. It was incredibly soft under his touch, and his fingers almost seemed to sink into the soft tissue. He reached his other hand up and held her other breast, giving both a firm grope and squeeze. A part of him still knew what he was doing was wrong. Super wrong. But in his mind, he figured he would probably never get another chance to feel a boob. He assumed that he was going to somehow end up going to jail forever because... well, he didn't know why, just because. He always got punished, after all.\n\nHe looked down, though not in shame. A hand moved with his gaze, trailing down her plump belly, and down between her dangling legs. His fingers brushed against her lower lips, and he gasped as he felt a vagina for the first, and probably last time. His cock twitched in his shorts, still rock hard. He resisted the urge do pull it out again, for now at least. Instead, he just slid his fingers over his mother's cooling pussy lips. He slid a finger inside, feeling the slick inner walls. He teased at them for a long moment, marveling at the feeling.\n\nEventually, his shame got the better of him, and he pulled his fingers free and finally took the step back. Though he did still bring his fingers up to lick them. He wasn't sure if he could taste his mother's pussy juices on them or not, or if she even had any to leave on his fingers. Though he could swear there was a very slightly tangy taste that wasn't normally there... though he also knew that could just be the remains of his own cum. Though he had tasted it before, out of curiosity, and found it a little more salty than tangy.\n\nFinally, he turned away, only to see the notepad his mother had written on before. He moved over and leaned up to read what she had written.\n\n[i]To anyone that reads this, I'm done.\n15 years ago today, I was raped by a man. That man killed himself while raping me.\nHe gave me a child. And gods help me, I hate that child with every fiber of my being.\nI do what I do of my own choice. I can't take being filled with such anger and sadness anymore.[/i]\n\n[i]To Bei-Yihan: You must hate me. I deserve it. I'm sorry.\nI tried to love you but I can't. You are and will always be a reminder of the worst day in my life.[/i]\n\n[i]To Jia: Please do not blame your brother. He did not choose to be.\nIf you can find it in your heart to love him like I never could, please, look after him.[/i]\n\n[i]To Jiang: My beloved. I miss you so much. I'm lost without you in my life.\nI will join you soon, my love.[/i]\n\n[i]- Chen Meilin[/i]\n\nThe words were written hastily, more scratched out than in the typically neat handwriting he was used to seeing from his mother. But it was still very loopy writing, unmistakably hers. He read the words over and over. She really had hated him. From the moment he was conceived to the moment she died, she hated him. He knew that. He had always known it. He wasn't surprised that she would finally want to be done with him, with her life dealing with him existing. He also knew she had always been angry and sad. None of this was a surprise.\n\nThe only thing he couldn't figure out was... why he was crying.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe officer sat down beside Ben. He was a big man, not just tall, but very muscular. A dog of some kind, black lab maybe. Ben wasn't sure. He said his name was Officer Daryl Vandale. The man reached out and put a hand gently on the young hybrid's shoulder. \"Are you okay, son?\" Ben just nodded, staring at the floor. Ben had called 911 to report he found his mother hanging by a rope, and AFPD got there within minutes. \"Are you sure?\" Ben just nodded again, not saying anything. \"Alright. They should be... bringing your mom down in a minute. Is there anything you want to say to her before they take her b-\" he stopped himself before he said body.\n\nBen shook his head this time. \"No.\" He had always been awkward around other people, rarely saying anything. This whole situation made him feel even more awkward. Though he supposed this was one of the few times it was normal.\n\nThe officer nodded slowly. \"Alright.\" He took a breath. \"Do you have any other family?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"My older sister. Jenny. But she's... not in town. She's in college in Florida.\" He spoke very monotone, not once looking up.\n\nThe older man winced. \"Ah. Do you have any other family closer? Your father? An uncle?\"\n\nHe shook his head again. \"My dad died before I was born. No aunts or uncles.\"\n\nThe officer nodded slowly. \"Alright. Don't worry. We'll figure something out. And we'll contact your sister for you.\" He stood up again, patting the kid's shoulder. \"You'll get through this.\" Ben just nodded slowly, going silent again. Daryl sighed softly and walked over to his partner, the cat, Olivia Penshin.\n\nShe gave a sad look at the young teen. \"How's he holding up?\"\n\nDaryl shook his head. \"Hard to say. He's a quiet one. Hasn't said much. I think he's still in shock.\"\n\n\"Any next of kin we can contact?\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"Just one older sister, apparently, but she's at school in Florida. No one else in town.\"\n\nOlivia let out a soft sigh, giving the poor kid a sorrowful look from across the room. \"Well, I guess we'll contact social services and let them handle it. Hopefully they can get in contact with his sister, or put him somewhere for a while.\"\n\nDaryl nodded slowly. \"Yeah. Not much more we can do.\" They both looked back at Ben.\n\nThe 14 year old still just sat there, staring at the floor in silence. He wasn't crying, wasn't shaking, wasn't doing much of anything. He wasn't sad. Wasn't happy, either. He wasn't even numb. He wasn't really anything, other than feeling very awkward. He wished people would just stop looking at him. His mother really had given him the best punishment she could as her final act. His punishment for existing. It wasn't that she was no longer there. It was that everyone knew he was.\n\nAnd he hated it.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n\"Here we are.\" The very nice and kind of pretty raccoon lady in a business suit gently put a hand on his shoulder. \"Let me know when we're ready and we'll go inside.\" Her name was Clarissa Onanda, a social worker. The cops had taken him to the police station, where she was waiting for him. She had been very nice... a little too nice. He wondered how much of it was an act to try and make him feel better. It was the kind of nice that was practiced, carefully chosen words so not to make someone get upset or angry or sad. He knew it well, since he practiced for the same reason. Or close enough to the same.\n\nThe two stood outside of a pretty big building. It looked almost as big as his middle school, three stories tall, made of red brick, with a bunch of evenly space windows, and a set of steps leading up to a large set of double doors. It might even have once been a school, repurposed for its current use. Though since this was in Atta Heights in uptown Alta Ferro, it looked much nicer than his school building in the Carmine Slope district in the lower eastside. A big banner-like sign was on the front, right above the double door entrance. It showed two hands cradling a heart, one above, one below. Reminded him of how some anime characters charged a beam attack. Under the hands was several children, all stenciled in silhouette and holding hands. It was all encased within a very simple house shape. Under the logo was the words: 'Hart House for Wayward Children' with the first two words being in a rainbow color.\n\nIt was an orphanage. And it was to be his home for the next few days, or weeks... or forever... depending on when, or [i]if[/i], Jenny decided to take custody of him. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. She had her own life to live, and was working on her doctorate. Not to mention, she hated him almost as much as their mother... maybe more. Probably more, now that their mom was dead. Jenny already blamed him for everything wrong with their family. She somehow even blamed him for her father being dead, even though that happened 4 years before he was born.\n\nHe clutched the strap of his backpack tighter. It held very little. His Gamecub 3DD and a few games, the charger for it, his headphones, a pair of pajamas, and a change of clothes. \"I guess I'm ready.\" His voice was monotone and quiet. He could feel the woman looking at him.\n\nShe nodded, patting his shoulder again. \"Alright. Let's go meet the owner. His name is George Hart. He's very friendly. I'm sure you'll like him.\" Ben just nodded, following as she started up the steps. Once inside, the feeling of this place being an old school only grew more obvious. The floors were a shiny stone almost exactly like the ones in his school. Hallways led in all directions, and he saw a set of stairs that would lead up to the next floor. Several kids were walking around, most of them looked like they were younger than 10. They all stopped to look at him as Clarissa led him down one of the halls. He really wished they wouldn't.\n\nThey walked into one of the rooms, a big office. A tall rabbit with cream fur and darker brown markings was standing there. He wore a nice suit, with a relaxed fit. His bright blond hair was short and combed neatly. He also had oddly red eyes. He smiled as the two entered. \"Hello. You must be Ms. Onanda.\" He held out his hand.\n\nShe took his hand, shaking it. \"Mrs.\" she politely corrected.\n\nGeorge chuckled, then turned his attention to Ben. \"And you must be the young Mr. Chen Bei-Yihan. Do you prefer Bei, or Yihan? Or just Han?\"\n\n\"...Ben.\" It was about all he could muster to say.\n\nThe rabbit nodded. \"Ben it is.\" He motioned to a set of seats against the wall. They looked... exactly like the chairs he would expect in a school office. Hard plastic and uncomfortable looking. \"Why don't you have a seat for a while. I need to talk to Mrs. Onanda about getting everything set up. Nothing you need to worry about. Then I can give you the grand t-\"\n\n\"Oh! New kid!\" Everyone turned as a young rabbit bounded out of the back room of the office. She looked a little younger than Ben, with white fur and bright red hair, but the same vibrant red eyes as George. He figured it was his daughter. She wore a pair of cloth shorts in pink, and a bright blue t-shirt that hung loose an her skinny frame.\n\nGeorge smiled, reaching out and putting his hand on the girl's long, messy red hair. \"Yes. This is Ben. He'll be joining us after an... unfortunate incident with his mother this morning.\" He turned to Ben. \"This is my daughter, Mina. I have three more, triplets, Zoe, Zac, and Zig, but they're only 3. I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough.\"\n\nClarissa couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. \"Triplets? I feel sorry for your wife having to carry that many at once.\"\n\nGeorge nodded. \"Yes, she complained about her back pretty constantly...\" His voice trailed off a little. Clarissa had told him a little bit about the orphanage on their trip here. The owner, George Hart, had started the orphanage very recently, 6 or 7 months ago. Apparently it was done to honor his wife, Lisa, who had died a few years ago. Probably just after the triplets were born.\n\nMina spoke up, as energetic as before, almost hopping from one foot to the other. \"Daddy, I could show him around while you do the papers work stuff!\"\n\nHer father nodded with a smirk. \"Not a bad idea. You show Ben around and get him situated in a room while I talk with Mrs. Onanda. I think somewhere in C-Hall would work for him.\"\n\nThe young girl nodded. \"C-Hall. Got it!\" She then turned to Ben and gave him a huge smile, holding her hand out. \"I'm Mina! C'mon! I'll show ya around!\"\n\nHe politely took her hand, expecting to just shake it. Instead, she gave it a tug to pull him along behind her. \"Ah...\" He glanced at the raccoon. She just nodded that it was okay, so he let the girl pull him out of the office.\n\nOnce out in the hall, she finally stopped pulling his arm. \"So, uh... guess a bit of history. The place used to be a high school back in the 90's. Dunno why they stopped using it. I think a new one got built, but Daddy bought the place with a help from a rich guy. Some mink. Van... something.\" She shrugged.\n\nHe nodded. \"I... had guessed it was an old school. Looks a lot like my middle school. Just... not as noisy. Or as decorated.\" He was used to seeing banners for whatever upcoming event strewn about on the walls, plus holiday decorations for whatever was coming soon. The halls looked almost bare without anything on them but the fresh beige paint.\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah, a lotta kids say that. But you don't gotta worry about going to school no more. Ms. Molly teaches everyone here. Since there's only a dozen or so kids here right now, you get some pretty personal lessons. Oh, she's also a bunny like me. She's nice!\" Mina's words almost tumbled out of her mouth as she spoke in an almost endless string of thoughts. \"You'll meet her soon. Probably tomorrow.\" She pointed down one of the hallways. \"There's some classrooms that way that are still classrooms.\" She pointed down the other direction. \"And that way we have a library. It's kinda small, though. Daddy and Ms. Moxie are still trying to get us deals for books and stuff for in there. And maybe some computers! Oh, Ms. Moxie is Ms. Molly's sister, but she's not a teacher. She works with the money stuff. Not as friendly as Ms. Molly, but she's not mean, just doesn't talk to kids much.\"\n\nHe already liked this Moxie person. \"Library. Okay... I... like to read. So I hope they get some good books. Or... um... we get?\" He wasn't sure he should say 'we' yet.\n\nMina nodded. \"Yeah, me, too. And the computers! Gets kinda boring. But we do have a few game consoles in a room upstairs. Not a bunch of games and its kinda old, but they are fun!\" She pointed to the stairs. \"C'mon. I'll show you. It's upstairs!\" He nodded and followed as she bounded off and up the stairs. The second floor was much like the first, though there were a few more kids walking around. So far he had counted seven different children, all of them under the age of 10. Mina led him down the hall to one of the rooms. \"Here's the game room!\"\n\nThe room was pretty big, with a bunch of tables of different heights for the different ages of kids. There were also beanbag chairs in a multitude of colors. One wall was lined with shelves, though they were pretty bare for the most part. What was on there was a bunch of board games, some new, some well used, probably all donated. On the other side, near a large sofa and more beanbag chairs, was a trio of TVs. Another Shelf had a bunch of video game boxes lining it, plus a small bin that held several loose cartridges.\n\nThere was also two people there. One was a kid, a young mouse boy with brownish fur. The other was an older lion, maybe 20 or so. The two were playing some kind of puzzle-like game on the TV. Something Ben had never seen. A bunch of little colored bean-shaped things fell in one of two columns, and when a certain number were placed next to each other, they would pop and send an 'attack' to the other side, dumping grey bean-things on the opponent. The two were going at it, but Ben could tell the lion was playing badly on purpose when he avoided several obvious connections in a row, only to get punished by the young mouse and cry out in fake-shock with a laugh.\n\nMina pointed. \"Oh. That's Chuck! He comes in to help out sometimes. He's super cool! Though he's kind of like a phys-ed teacher, too, so he might make you run around and do gym class stuff sometimes. Y'know, make sure everyone gets exercise. I think he works at a gym.\"\n\nBen nodded, moving a little closer to watch the game. It ended pretty quickly, with the mouse sending several attacks over in rapid succession and dumping a whole bunch of the grey beans onto Chuck's side, filling his column entirely. They all fell away and 'Player 2 wins!' came up on the screen. Chuck laughed. \"Ahhh, dang! You're getting good at this, Billy!\" The mouse giggled, giving him a big grin. Chuck noticed he had an audience at that point. \"Hmm? Oh, hey! Haven't seen you around before!\" he held out a hand. \"I'm Chuck! Ah, hey, Mina!\"\n\nMina smiled. \"Hey, Chuck!\" Ben shook the man's hand, not saying anything. \"This is Ben. He just got here today. I'm showing him around.\"\n\nThe lion smiled. \"Oh? Well, I hope you don't get too overwhelmed by everything. I was an orphan, too, so I know how much it can all be to deal with. Don't worry, this place is good. They'll treat you right. If you ever need someone to talk to, hit me up when I'm here. I help out on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. Sometimes other days, too.\"\n\nBen nodded awkwardly. \"Th-thank you...\"\n\nChuck nodded. \"Yeah, no problem. Hey, I'll let you get back to your tour. I gotta try and take down the champ here.\" The mouse giggled, giving a huge grin that showed off he was missing two teeth. \"You take care!\"\n\n\"Y-yeah. Thank you.\" Ben backed away while Chuck gave his attention back to Billy, starting another match in the game.\n\nMina giggled. \"Chuck's pretty cool, huh?\"\n\nBen nodded slowly. \"Yeah, he seems nice.\" Unlike a lot of the other people, Chuck's niceness seemed completely genuine. Ben was really good at reading people, and there was no playing it up for his sake that he could see.\n\nShe nodded again. \"Yep. Alright, c'mon! There's more to show!\"\n\nThe young rabbit led him around the building some more, showing him where the dorms were. While most of the rooms had multiple beds, because there were so few kids here at the moment, most of them were empty. So he got to pick one of the beds in a room that wasn't used. He had barely set his bag down before he was being led off somewhere else. Eventually, she showed him the access to the roof. \"Now, don't tell Daddy I showed you this. We're not supposed to go up there. Y'know, cause it's dangerous or something.\" She still excitedly climbed up the stairs. They led to a small door, itself leading out onto the roof itself.\n\nHe looked around once he stepped outside. There wasn't a whole lot here, though there was a railing around the edge of the building. He moved over to the front side of the building and looked out. He could see the city spreading out in front of him, most of it vanishing behind the tall buildings in the distance. Even with all the noise from the city, this place was kind of... nice. \"It's kind of peaceful up here.\"\n\nMina nodded, leaning on the railing beside him. \"Yeah.\" She looked over at him. \"So, uh... how come you look so weird?\"\n\nHe flinched. He had gotten that kind of question most of his life, though very rarely so... direct. \"Um... I'm a hybrid. Panda and Rat.\" He was aware he looked strange. White fur with black panda markings, a longer, more pointed snout, and longer but still rounded ears. He was also much thinner than most pandas tended to be, but that was probably just because he didn't eat a whole lot. He didn't have any kind of rat tail, just a small tuft of fur like any panda. But he did have slightly more rounded fingers. His toes were the same, even if both were a little longer than normal. His fur was also a bit more stringy than a panda's typically thicker fluffy, almost curly fur.\n\nMina nodded. \"Rat and a panda? Uh... Randa? Pandat?\"\n\nBen shook his head. \"I dunno. Panda-rat I guess.\"\n\nShe nodded slowly. \"So, how old are you?\"\n\n\"Uh... 14.\"\n\n\"Oh. Cool. That makes you the oldest kid here! It was Tyrone, but he's only 12. And I was the second oldest. Guess I'm the third now. Oh, I'm 10, by the way!\" She gave him a big grin, almost proud of her age for some reason. \"Most of the kids here are like, 6 to 8. But Daddy says we'll be getting older kids sometimes. Like you.\" He just nodded slowly. \"So, how're you an orphan?\"\n\nHe blinked, giving her an odd look. \"Uh... my... parents are dead? Isn't that how that normally works?\"\n\nShe thought for a moment. \"Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But most of the kids here just had their parents put them up for adoption.\" He nodded again. \"So how did they die?\"\n\nHe flinched again. \"I... should you be asking that?\"\n\nShe shrugged, giggling a little. \"I dunno. I'm just curious.\"\n\nHe sighed. \"Well... it's complicated. My father died before I was born, and my mom... kinda killed herself. Yesterday. She hung herself.\"\n\n\"I think it's supposed to be 'hanged' when people do it.\" She shrugged. \"You the one that found her?\" He nodded. \"Ah. That probably sucked.\"\n\nHe stayed quiet for a second. Did it suck? A little, but after the one odd bout of tears, he wasn't really upset. \"I dunno. She kind of hated me. I don't blame her.\"\n\nThe rabbit tilted her head, letting her long ears flop to the side. \"Why would she hate you? You seem okay. Kinda quiet, but okay.\"\n\nHe sighed again. \"It's... complicated. She didn't exactly... choose to have me. My father wasn't... a nice person. And he kinda...\"\n\n\"Oooooh.\" Mina seemed to get it. \"So your dad raped your mom and that got you and she hated you because of it!\" He flinched again. She [i]definitely[/i] got it. \"Yeah, it's okay. Two of the kids here are also rape babies. Daddy says a lot of the kids that will come here probably will be. Moms that get knocked up like that usually put their kids up. You got kinda lucky that yours even kept you. Most of 'em just get abortions!\" He was a little taken aback by not only how direct she was with all of the, but that a 10 year old knew all of it in the first place. He barely knew much about how stuff like that worked. Then again, his mom never let him use the internet, and he couldn't exactly look things like that up on the school computers. He didn't even have a phone, something else his mom never allowed him to have.\n\n\"Yeah... lucky...\" He didn't feel lucky. \"Hey, um... I'm going to head back down to the office thing. See if your dad and Mrs. Onanda are done talking about whatever they needed to.\"\n\nMina giggled. \"Uh... yeah, it's probably been long enough that Daddy's done 'talking' with her.\" She giggled again, some joke he didn't get. \"You want me to go back with ya?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"NO!\" He cleared his throat, not meaning that to sound so forceful. \"No... sorry. I'd... like to go alone. I've got a lot to think about, so I think I'd like to just be alone for a bit. And it's not like it's hard to go down some stairs. I'll be okay.\" He did then add. \"B-but... thanks for showing me around? I'm sure I'll be able to figure out what is what from here...\"\n\nThe rabbit nodded. \"Okay! I'll go hang out in the game room with Chuck if he's still there. C'mon and hang out with us later if you like!\" She gave him a big wave and headed off to the doorway leading back inside, and leaving him alone with his thoughts for a bit. She was... nice, but overly energetic. He was just going to have to get used to it... for however long he was going to be here. A part of him hoped it wasn't too long, but since being here only for a little bit most likely meant going home with his sister Jenny... yeah, he might just prefer staying here.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Generational Hatred

Part 1

By XP Author


Ben scooted himself further inside the cramped space, pulling the small door closed once he was inside. The 14 year old panda/rat hybrid had found the place years ago when he was very little, after another one of his mother's angry rants at him. He liked to hide in the closet when she got angry. One day, he found found a hidden door at the back of his closet. It led to a small space, with another small door that opened into the closet of his mother's room. While small, it was thankfully still big enough that he could still fit inside all these years later. His mother and sister had no idea it was there, so he had quickly turned into his little sanctuary. There was a power outlet, so he could hook things up like a dim nightlight to read, or plug in his handheld game console, the Nendo Gamecub 3DD. Playing games on it was his favorite way to escape. Though he had to keep it a secret, leaving it hidden in the hidden room so his mother and older sister never found out he had one. They didn't like him having anything that made him... happy.

He didn't blame his mother for hating him. Or his sister. He knew what he was. A child of rape. His mother had been assaulted by a rat, who had then killed himself after impregnating her. His sister had come home to find the scene, their mother tied up with a dead man laying atop her, still inside of her. He was the result of that, and they both made no secret of how much they hated him because of that. Even his name reflected it. He went by Ben, but his name was actually Bei-Yihan, which he was told meant something like 'sadness and regret' in Chinese. Not that anyone in his family spoke it, but being pandas they all had some 'traditional' Chinese names. They even insisted they still put their family name, Chen, first, making him Chen Bei-Yihan. When he was 6 he asked why, only to get another scolding for even asking. He never did get his answer.

His sister was more open about hating him... and more violent. 14 years older than him, she used to hit him a lot. He was happy when she left for college. His mother was usually just quick to anger with him and yelled a lot, but she never hit him. But she wasn't what someone would call loving, either. Anything he did wrong was punished, usually by being sent to his room after a good scolding. Anything he did right... he couldn't remember if anything he ever did was right.

Now situated in his little hiding spot, he picked up the handheld console, slipping one earpiece over his oddly long ear. He still made sure the device wasn't too loud as he turned it on and booted it up. He had been given the thing by his favorite teacher, Mr. Hasting. The kind fox was a bit younger than his mother, and really cool. A complete nerd, but the nicest person he knew. He also seemed to understand Ben, and had surprised him with the handheld console on his 14th birthday, along with a couple of games. His favorite was Captamon Omega Onyx. It was apparently a remake of a game from some ten years ago for more modern hardware. He turned it on and started his save where he had left off. He was doing some training for his team before tackling a difficult area.

Some time later, he smiled as he finally beat the boss of the area, earning himself another shiny button in the game that signified he was that much closer to being the champion. Though he made sure not to cheer out loud. And a good thing as he heard his mother call out. "Bei! Are you here?" The sound was from his side of the little hidey hole. She was probably standing at the door to his room. "Bei?" Her voice got quieter as she walked down the hall. He saved his game and closed the handheld. He was going to crawl out of the closet into his room when he heard her speak again, this time from her own room. "Not here. Fucking... good." She let out a heavy sigh, and he heard the bed creak as she sat down on it. "For once I'm glad he's fucking gone. Hopefully he ran away this time." He winced, and decided to stay hidden for now. She was in one of her moods again.

She let out a heavy sigh and started to mumble something he couldn't hear. He risked pushing the door into her closet open just a little. He was able to peak inside and saw her sitting on the bed, her elbows propped onto her knees, her head in her hands. It looked like she was crying. His mother was an older panda, in her late 40's. She had a pretty typical panda form, short and plump, with short greying black hair she kept loose. Ben watched her as she sat there, muttering to herself. Suddenly she stood up and moved over to her dresser, staring at her reflection in the mirror sat atop it. She didn't say anything, just stared at herself in silence for minutes. It was a little awkward, but he didn't dare move for fear she would hear him and find his hiding spot.

Eventually, she let out a heavy sigh, hanging her head. "I'm done... I can't do this anymore." She let out another heavy sigh and moved away into the bathroom of the master bedroom. Ben let out a sign of relief. He could probably move away now. Though just as he was going to pull the door shut again, he froze. His mother walked back out while pulling her shirt off, throwing it to the ground. It exposed her black-on-white markings and plump belly. Though what really caught the teenager's attention was the large set of breasts, covered by a pretty basic peach bra. That was also quickly removed and thrown away, leaving her hefty chest exposed. Ben had seen boobs in pictures, but this was the first time he had seen them first hand. He was surprised how big his mother's nipples were, and how much the tits bounced and swayed as she moved to sit back onto the bed.

The next thing he saw made him bite his lower lip. His mother grabbed the hem of her stretchy pants and started to tug them down her round legs, exposing more of the fur, and the lavender panties hidden under them. The panties were also pulled off, thrown away with the pants. She then laid back on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge, completely naked. Ben stared, just able to see his mother's pussy with how she lay. His cock was getting hard in his shorts, and it took everything he had to not pull it out and start jerking off. He had done it a few times to the pictures in the books to health class, but this was the first real naked woman he had ever seen. Even if it was his mother.

As she continued to just lay there, he couldn't resist any more. As quietly as he could, he pushed his shorts and briefs down to let his cock free. He reached down and started stroking himself, still biting his lip to keep from making any noise. He froze when his mother sat up again, but she didn't even look in the direction of the closet. Instead, she stood up and moved over to her dresser again. She grabbed a notepad and a pen and started writing something down. She had to bend over slightly to write, and the angle was enough that he got another look at her pussy, and her round, bubbly butt. He couldn't help but keep stroking himself to the sight.

What his mother did next confused him at first. She moved a chair from the side of the room and put it right in the middle of the room, in front of the bed. She then pulled something out from under the bed. Some kind of small box. She reached in and pulled out a coil of rope. He had no idea what that was for, but he watched and stroked himself as she climbed up to stand on the chair, tying the rope to the ceiling fan, which was off right now. It wasn't until she slipped a loop of rope around her neck that he understood what she was doing. His eyes went wide as he stared at his mother, a noose around her neck. He knew he should reveal himself, but he just knew she would only yell at him. Especially with his cock so hard and her naked. She would be pissed at him! There was no telling what she would do. An irrational thought came that she would just make him put on the noose instead.

So he sat there, cock in hand, frozen in fear and panic, and watched in silence. His mother closed her eyes, saying. "No more." With one final sigh, she tilted the chair, then kicked it to the side and out from under her entirely. She dropped several inches, but the rope snapped tight. She instantly started to squirm about as it bit into her neck. The ceiling fan made a creak of strain under her weight as her instinctual struggles made her start to sway back and forth, but it held firm. She didn't try to reach up, but she couldn't seem to help but kick her legs as she dangled, instinctively struggling against her impending death.

The sight was horrifying... and yet Ben found himself stroking his cock again. He had no idea why, but watching his mother struggle and strangle on the rope made his cock throb harder. Her legs kicked more, her whole body starting to squirm about, making her sway even more, and start to slowly turn in the air. He saw her big tits bouncing and flopping about, her belly jiggling constantly, and even her ass seemed to bounce a little from her struggles. She lasted for several minutes, her squirming becoming thrashing for a minute near the end. She even reached up to grab at the rope at her neck, but there was no pulling it away.

Ben just watched, jerking off and panting slightly as he watched his mother hang herself. Soon, her arms fell away, and her kicking stopped. Her struggles and squirming was reduced to only twitches and trembles. As she slowly turned in the air, he saw her face. Her eyes and mouth were open, tongue slightly hanging out. Her big, brown eyes were bloodshot, but stared at nothing, a blank expression on her face. Ben stared at that face as he let out a little grunt, his cock throbbing and jerking in his hand as he came, shooting thick ropes of cum onto his hand and the dusty floor. He had never cum that hard before, or that much, a few shots hard enough to hit the wall beside him.

He looked down at his hand, splattered in his spunk. Without hesitating, he slipped his t-shirt off and started to wipe up the mess he made, both on the floor and wall, and on himself. His cock was still hard and twitching, but he knew what he just did was wrong. Really wrong. After getting everything cleaned up, he crawled his way out on his side, exiting his own closet. He quickly threw his messy shirt into the laundry hamper, along with his shorts and underwear. He got himself dressed again in new clothes, then rushed out of his room, and directly into his mother's.

He stopped the moment he entered her room, staring at her body. She still hung there, slowly swaying and turning. The ceiling fan still creaked, but it didn't seem like it was going to break. He wasn't sure what to say. Not that there was anything to say. He took a hesitant step forward, then another. When he was within reach, he held out his hand and pressed it against her arm. She didn't react to his touch. He gripped her wrist, but he didn't feel any kind of pulse. Not that he knew what he was doing. He was about to take a step back, but hesitated again.

Instead, he reached out and pressed his hand against his mother's chest, giving one of her big tits a squeeze. It was incredibly soft under his touch, and his fingers almost seemed to sink into the soft tissue. He reached his other hand up and held her other breast, giving both a firm grope and squeeze. A part of him still knew what he was doing was wrong. Super wrong. But in his mind, he figured he would probably never get another chance to feel a boob. He assumed that he was going to somehow end up going to jail forever because... well, he didn't know why, just because. He always got punished, after all.

He looked down, though not in shame. A hand moved with his gaze, trailing down her plump belly, and down between her dangling legs. His fingers brushed against her lower lips, and he gasped as he felt a vagina for the first, and probably last time. His cock twitched in his shorts, still rock hard. He resisted the urge do pull it out again, for now at least. Instead, he just slid his fingers over his mother's cooling pussy lips. He slid a finger inside, feeling the slick inner walls. He teased at them for a long moment, marveling at the feeling.

Eventually, his shame got the better of him, and he pulled his fingers free and finally took the step back. Though he did still bring his fingers up to lick them. He wasn't sure if he could taste his mother's pussy juices on them or not, or if she even had any to leave on his fingers. Though he could swear there was a very slightly tangy taste that wasn't normally there... though he also knew that could just be the remains of his own cum. Though he had tasted it before, out of curiosity, and found it a little more salty than tangy.

Finally, he turned away, only to see the notepad his mother had written on before. He moved over and leaned up to read what she had written.

To anyone that reads this, I'm done.
15 years ago today, I was raped by a man. That man killed himself while raping me.
He gave me a child. And gods help me, I hate that child with every fiber of my being.
I do what I do of my own choice. I can't take being filled with such anger and sadness anymore.

To Bei-Yihan: You must hate me. I deserve it. I'm sorry.
I tried to love you but I can't. You are and will always be a reminder of the worst day in my life.

To Jia: Please do not blame your brother. He did not choose to be.
If you can find it in your heart to love him like I never could, please, look after him.

To Jiang: My beloved. I miss you so much. I'm lost without you in my life.
I will join you soon, my love.

- Chen Meilin

The words were written hastily, more scratched out than in the typically neat handwriting he was used to seeing from his mother. But it was still very loopy writing, unmistakably hers. He read the words over and over. She really had hated him. From the moment he was conceived to the moment she died, she hated him. He knew that. He had always known it. He wasn't surprised that she would finally want to be done with him, with her life dealing with him existing. He also knew she had always been angry and sad. None of this was a surprise.

The only thing he couldn't figure out was... why he was crying.

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The officer sat down beside Ben. He was a big man, not just tall, but very muscular. A dog of some kind, black lab maybe. Ben wasn't sure. He said his name was Officer Daryl Vandale. The man reached out and put a hand gently on the young hybrid's shoulder. "Are you okay, son?" Ben just nodded, staring at the floor. Ben had called 911 to report he found his mother hanging by a rope, and AFPD got there within minutes. "Are you sure?" Ben just nodded again, not saying anything. "Alright. They should be... bringing your mom down in a minute. Is there anything you want to say to her before they take her b-" he stopped himself before he said body.

Ben shook his head this time. "No." He had always been awkward around other people, rarely saying anything. This whole situation made him feel even more awkward. Though he supposed this was one of the few times it was normal.

The officer nodded slowly. "Alright." He took a breath. "Do you have any other family?"

He nodded. "My older sister. Jenny. But she's... not in town. She's in college in Florida." He spoke very monotone, not once looking up.

The older man winced. "Ah. Do you have any other family closer? Your father? An uncle?"

He shook his head again. "My dad died before I was born. No aunts or uncles."

The officer nodded slowly. "Alright. Don't worry. We'll figure something out. And we'll contact your sister for you." He stood up again, patting the kid's shoulder. "You'll get through this." Ben just nodded slowly, going silent again. Daryl sighed softly and walked over to his partner, the cat, Olivia Penshin.

She gave a sad look at the young teen. "How's he holding up?"

Daryl shook his head. "Hard to say. He's a quiet one. Hasn't said much. I think he's still in shock."

"Any next of kin we can contact?"

He shrugged. "Just one older sister, apparently, but she's at school in Florida. No one else in town."

Olivia let out a soft sigh, giving the poor kid a sorrowful look from across the room. "Well, I guess we'll contact social services and let them handle it. Hopefully they can get in contact with his sister, or put him somewhere for a while."

Daryl nodded slowly. "Yeah. Not much more we can do." They both looked back at Ben.

The 14 year old still just sat there, staring at the floor in silence. He wasn't crying, wasn't shaking, wasn't doing much of anything. He wasn't sad. Wasn't happy, either. He wasn't even numb. He wasn't really anything, other than feeling very awkward. He wished people would just stop looking at him. His mother really had given him the best punishment she could as her final act. His punishment for existing. It wasn't that she was no longer there. It was that everyone knew he was.

And he hated it.

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"Here we are." The very nice and kind of pretty raccoon lady in a business suit gently put a hand on his shoulder. "Let me know when we're ready and we'll go inside." Her name was Clarissa Onanda, a social worker. The cops had taken him to the police station, where she was waiting for him. She had been very nice... a little too nice. He wondered how much of it was an act to try and make him feel better. It was the kind of nice that was practiced, carefully chosen words so not to make someone get upset or angry or sad. He knew it well, since he practiced for the same reason. Or close enough to the same.

The two stood outside of a pretty big building. It looked almost as big as his middle school, three stories tall, made of red brick, with a bunch of evenly space windows, and a set of steps leading up to a large set of double doors. It might even have once been a school, repurposed for its current use. Though since this was in Atta Heights in uptown Alta Ferro, it looked much nicer than his school building in the Carmine Slope district in the lower eastside. A big banner-like sign was on the front, right above the double door entrance. It showed two hands cradling a heart, one above, one below. Reminded him of how some anime characters charged a beam attack. Under the hands was several children, all stenciled in silhouette and holding hands. It was all encased within a very simple house shape. Under the logo was the words: 'Hart House for Wayward Children' with the first two words being in a rainbow color.

It was an orphanage. And it was to be his home for the next few days, or weeks... or forever... depending on when, or if, Jenny decided to take custody of him. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn't. She had her own life to live, and was working on her doctorate. Not to mention, she hated him almost as much as their mother... maybe more. Probably more, now that their mom was dead. Jenny already blamed him for everything wrong with their family. She somehow even blamed him for her father being dead, even though that happened 4 years before he was born.

He clutched the strap of his backpack tighter. It held very little. His Gamecub 3DD and a few games, the charger for it, his headphones, a pair of pajamas, and a change of clothes. "I guess I'm ready." His voice was monotone and quiet. He could feel the woman looking at him.

She nodded, patting his shoulder again. "Alright. Let's go meet the owner. His name is George Hart. He's very friendly. I'm sure you'll like him." Ben just nodded, following as she started up the steps. Once inside, the feeling of this place being an old school only grew more obvious. The floors were a shiny stone almost exactly like the ones in his school. Hallways led in all directions, and he saw a set of stairs that would lead up to the next floor. Several kids were walking around, most of them looked like they were younger than 10. They all stopped to look at him as Clarissa led him down one of the halls. He really wished they wouldn't.

They walked into one of the rooms, a big office. A tall rabbit with cream fur and darker brown markings was standing there. He wore a nice suit, with a relaxed fit. His bright blond hair was short and combed neatly. He also had oddly red eyes. He smiled as the two entered. "Hello. You must be Ms. Onanda." He held out his hand.

She took his hand, shaking it. "Mrs." she politely corrected.

George chuckled, then turned his attention to Ben. "And you must be the young Mr. Chen Bei-Yihan. Do you prefer Bei, or Yihan? Or just Han?"

"...Ben." It was about all he could muster to say.

The rabbit nodded. "Ben it is." He motioned to a set of seats against the wall. They looked... exactly like the chairs he would expect in a school office. Hard plastic and uncomfortable looking. "Why don't you have a seat for a while. I need to talk to Mrs. Onanda about getting everything set up. Nothing you need to worry about. Then I can give you the grand t-"

"Oh! New kid!" Everyone turned as a young rabbit bounded out of the back room of the office. She looked a little younger than Ben, with white fur and bright red hair, but the same vibrant red eyes as George. He figured it was his daughter. She wore a pair of cloth shorts in pink, and a bright blue t-shirt that hung loose an her skinny frame.

George smiled, reaching out and putting his hand on the girl's long, messy red hair. "Yes. This is Ben. He'll be joining us after an... unfortunate incident with his mother this morning." He turned to Ben. "This is my daughter, Mina. I have three more, triplets, Zoe, Zac, and Zig, but they're only 3. I'm sure you'll meet them soon enough."

Clarissa couldn't help but let out a slight laugh. "Triplets? I feel sorry for your wife having to carry that many at once."

George nodded. "Yes, she complained about her back pretty constantly..." His voice trailed off a little. Clarissa had told him a little bit about the orphanage on their trip here. The owner, George Hart, had started the orphanage very recently, 6 or 7 months ago. Apparently it was done to honor his wife, Lisa, who had died a few years ago. Probably just after the triplets were born.

Mina spoke up, as energetic as before, almost hopping from one foot to the other. "Daddy, I could show him around while you do the papers work stuff!"

Her father nodded with a smirk. "Not a bad idea. You show Ben around and get him situated in a room while I talk with Mrs. Onanda. I think somewhere in C-Hall would work for him."

The young girl nodded. "C-Hall. Got it!" She then turned to Ben and gave him a huge smile, holding her hand out. "I'm Mina! C'mon! I'll show ya around!"

He politely took her hand, expecting to just shake it. Instead, she gave it a tug to pull him along behind her. "Ah..." He glanced at the raccoon. She just nodded that it was okay, so he let the girl pull him out of the office.

Once out in the hall, she finally stopped pulling his arm. "So, uh... guess a bit of history. The place used to be a high school back in the 90's. Dunno why they stopped using it. I think a new one got built, but Daddy bought the place with a help from a rich guy. Some mink. Van... something." She shrugged.

He nodded. "I... had guessed it was an old school. Looks a lot like my middle school. Just... not as noisy. Or as decorated." He was used to seeing banners for whatever upcoming event strewn about on the walls, plus holiday decorations for whatever was coming soon. The halls looked almost bare without anything on them but the fresh beige paint.

She nodded. "Yeah, a lotta kids say that. But you don't gotta worry about going to school no more. Ms. Molly teaches everyone here. Since there's only a dozen or so kids here right now, you get some pretty personal lessons. Oh, she's also a bunny like me. She's nice!" Mina's words almost tumbled out of her mouth as she spoke in an almost endless string of thoughts. "You'll meet her soon. Probably tomorrow." She pointed down one of the hallways. "There's some classrooms that way that are still classrooms." She pointed down the other direction. "And that way we have a library. It's kinda small, though. Daddy and Ms. Moxie are still trying to get us deals for books and stuff for in there. And maybe some computers! Oh, Ms. Moxie is Ms. Molly's sister, but she's not a teacher. She works with the money stuff. Not as friendly as Ms. Molly, but she's not mean, just doesn't talk to kids much."

He already liked this Moxie person. "Library. Okay... I... like to read. So I hope they get some good books. Or... um... we get?" He wasn't sure he should say 'we' yet.

Mina nodded. "Yeah, me, too. And the computers! Gets kinda boring. But we do have a few game consoles in a room upstairs. Not a bunch of games and its kinda old, but they are fun!" She pointed to the stairs. "C'mon. I'll show you. It's upstairs!" He nodded and followed as she bounded off and up the stairs. The second floor was much like the first, though there were a few more kids walking around. So far he had counted seven different children, all of them under the age of 10. Mina led him down the hall to one of the rooms. "Here's the game room!"

The room was pretty big, with a bunch of tables of different heights for the different ages of kids. There were also beanbag chairs in a multitude of colors. One wall was lined with shelves, though they were pretty bare for the most part. What was on there was a bunch of board games, some new, some well used, probably all donated. On the other side, near a large sofa and more beanbag chairs, was a trio of TVs. Another Shelf had a bunch of video game boxes lining it, plus a small bin that held several loose cartridges.

There was also two people there. One was a kid, a young mouse boy with brownish fur. The other was an older lion, maybe 20 or so. The two were playing some kind of puzzle-like game on the TV. Something Ben had never seen. A bunch of little colored bean-shaped things fell in one of two columns, and when a certain number were placed next to each other, they would pop and send an 'attack' to the other side, dumping grey bean-things on the opponent. The two were going at it, but Ben could tell the lion was playing badly on purpose when he avoided several obvious connections in a row, only to get punished by the young mouse and cry out in fake-shock with a laugh.

Mina pointed. "Oh. That's Chuck! He comes in to help out sometimes. He's super cool! Though he's kind of like a phys-ed teacher, too, so he might make you run around and do gym class stuff sometimes. Y'know, make sure everyone gets exercise. I think he works at a gym."

Ben nodded, moving a little closer to watch the game. It ended pretty quickly, with the mouse sending several attacks over in rapid succession and dumping a whole bunch of the grey beans onto Chuck's side, filling his column entirely. They all fell away and 'Player 2 wins!' came up on the screen. Chuck laughed. "Ahhh, dang! You're getting good at this, Billy!" The mouse giggled, giving him a big grin. Chuck noticed he had an audience at that point. "Hmm? Oh, hey! Haven't seen you around before!" he held out a hand. "I'm Chuck! Ah, hey, Mina!"

Mina smiled. "Hey, Chuck!" Ben shook the man's hand, not saying anything. "This is Ben. He just got here today. I'm showing him around."

The lion smiled. "Oh? Well, I hope you don't get too overwhelmed by everything. I was an orphan, too, so I know how much it can all be to deal with. Don't worry, this place is good. They'll treat you right. If you ever need someone to talk to, hit me up when I'm here. I help out on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. Sometimes other days, too."

Ben nodded awkwardly. "Th-thank you..."

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, no problem. Hey, I'll let you get back to your tour. I gotta try and take down the champ here." The mouse giggled, giving a huge grin that showed off he was missing two teeth. "You take care!"

"Y-yeah. Thank you." Ben backed away while Chuck gave his attention back to Billy, starting another match in the game.

Mina giggled. "Chuck's pretty cool, huh?"

Ben nodded slowly. "Yeah, he seems nice." Unlike a lot of the other people, Chuck's niceness seemed completely genuine. Ben was really good at reading people, and there was no playing it up for his sake that he could see.

She nodded again. "Yep. Alright, c'mon! There's more to show!"

The young rabbit led him around the building some more, showing him where the dorms were. While most of the rooms had multiple beds, because there were so few kids here at the moment, most of them were empty. So he got to pick one of the beds in a room that wasn't used. He had barely set his bag down before he was being led off somewhere else. Eventually, she showed him the access to the roof. "Now, don't tell Daddy I showed you this. We're not supposed to go up there. Y'know, cause it's dangerous or something." She still excitedly climbed up the stairs. They led to a small door, itself leading out onto the roof itself.

He looked around once he stepped outside. There wasn't a whole lot here, though there was a railing around the edge of the building. He moved over to the front side of the building and looked out. He could see the city spreading out in front of him, most of it vanishing behind the tall buildings in the distance. Even with all the noise from the city, this place was kind of... nice. "It's kind of peaceful up here."

Mina nodded, leaning on the railing beside him. "Yeah." She looked over at him. "So, uh... how come you look so weird?"

He flinched. He had gotten that kind of question most of his life, though very rarely so... direct. "Um... I'm a hybrid. Panda and Rat." He was aware he looked strange. White fur with black panda markings, a longer, more pointed snout, and longer but still rounded ears. He was also much thinner than most pandas tended to be, but that was probably just because he didn't eat a whole lot. He didn't have any kind of rat tail, just a small tuft of fur like any panda. But he did have slightly more rounded fingers. His toes were the same, even if both were a little longer than normal. His fur was also a bit more stringy than a panda's typically thicker fluffy, almost curly fur.

Mina nodded. "Rat and a panda? Uh... Randa? Pandat?"

Ben shook his head. "I dunno. Panda-rat I guess."

She nodded slowly. "So, how old are you?"

"Uh... 14."

"Oh. Cool. That makes you the oldest kid here! It was Tyrone, but he's only 12. And I was the second oldest. Guess I'm the third now. Oh, I'm 10, by the way!" She gave him a big grin, almost proud of her age for some reason. "Most of the kids here are like, 6 to 8. But Daddy says we'll be getting older kids sometimes. Like you." He just nodded slowly. "So, how're you an orphan?"

He blinked, giving her an odd look. "Uh... my... parents are dead? Isn't that how that normally works?"

She thought for a moment. "Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. But most of the kids here just had their parents put them up for adoption." He nodded again. "So how did they die?"

He flinched again. "I... should you be asking that?"

She shrugged, giggling a little. "I dunno. I'm just curious."

He sighed. "Well... it's complicated. My father died before I was born, and my mom... kinda killed herself. Yesterday. She hung herself."

"I think it's supposed to be 'hanged' when people do it." She shrugged. "You the one that found her?" He nodded. "Ah. That probably sucked."

He stayed quiet for a second. Did it suck? A little, but after the one odd bout of tears, he wasn't really upset. "I dunno. She kind of hated me. I don't blame her."

The rabbit tilted her head, letting her long ears flop to the side. "Why would she hate you? You seem okay. Kinda quiet, but okay."

He sighed again. "It's... complicated. She didn't exactly... choose to have me. My father wasn't... a nice person. And he kinda..."

"Oooooh." Mina seemed to get it. "So your dad raped your mom and that got you and she hated you because of it!" He flinched again. She definitely got it. "Yeah, it's okay. Two of the kids here are also rape babies. Daddy says a lot of the kids that will come here probably will be. Moms that get knocked up like that usually put their kids up. You got kinda lucky that yours even kept you. Most of 'em just get abortions!" He was a little taken aback by not only how direct she was with all of the, but that a 10 year old knew all of it in the first place. He barely knew much about how stuff like that worked. Then again, his mom never let him use the internet, and he couldn't exactly look things like that up on the school computers. He didn't even have a phone, something else his mom never allowed him to have.

"Yeah... lucky..." He didn't feel lucky. "Hey, um... I'm going to head back down to the office thing. See if your dad and Mrs. Onanda are done talking about whatever they needed to."

Mina giggled. "Uh... yeah, it's probably been long enough that Daddy's done 'talking' with her." She giggled again, some joke he didn't get. "You want me to go back with ya?"

He shook his head. "NO!" He cleared his throat, not meaning that to sound so forceful. "No... sorry. I'd... like to go alone. I've got a lot to think about, so I think I'd like to just be alone for a bit. And it's not like it's hard to go down some stairs. I'll be okay." He did then add. "B-but... thanks for showing me around? I'm sure I'll be able to figure out what is what from here..."

The rabbit nodded. "Okay! I'll go hang out in the game room with Chuck if he's still there. C'mon and hang out with us later if you like!" She gave him a big wave and headed off to the doorway leading back inside, and leaving him alone with his thoughts for a bit. She was... nice, but overly energetic. He was just going to have to get used to it... for however long he was going to be here. A part of him hoped it wasn't too long, but since being here only for a little bit most likely meant going home with his sister Jenny... yeah, he might just prefer staying here.

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