**TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide Attempt**
I worked hard to try to end my life. As time went on, I grew weaker and weaker, to the point that they had even stopped making me perform. The unique blue shine in my feathers was fading to a dull grey and the shine to the black parts of my feathers was disappearing. Even so, the female trainer irregularly brought me snacks and Kairen consistently brought hotdogs and strawberries. I was dying.
Then one day the owner stopped by to check on me in person. The entire time his “phone” was held to his ear, but even so he did a thorough check and muttered to himself, “It’s like when they eat human food, but that’s not possible…”
I was sleeping more and more often as the human food took its toll, then one day everything changed. A full team of doctor-like people entered the room loudly and made a fuss about waking me up. I groaned, and absent-mindedly snapped my fangs at them a bit, but couldn’t pull myself together enough to actually be threatening. They immediately stuck some needles into me, but I didn’t know what they aimed to achieve. The day after that, another team entered my room although I was too tired and groggy to comprehend what they were doing. The doctor-like team came in again later that day and changed the needles that were stuck inside my arm. By the next day, I realised that I was going to be seeing the doctor-like people daily, but I was confused when the female trainer showed up with food and Kairen didn’t. The next night, neither came. The night after that, neither came. In the course of a week where the doctors were sticking needles in me and neither of my food bearers showed up, I made an astonishing recovery. The owner visited me in person again.
Distressed, and confused, I broke my rule of not talking to him, “Where is Kairen?”
The owner looked at me, shocked, and replied, “I don’t keep staff members that actively work to destroy my property. It’s good you’re talking to me, too, because I thought we ought to have a heart to heart. The week before you really started feeling out of it, almost the entire poisonbird population suddenly keeled over. Just earlier today the last one other than you died. You know what that means?”
He paused to let me come up with my own answer, but when I didn’t oblige, he continued on anyways, “You are the last poisonbird left on this Earth. Your value just went through the roof. If I let you die because I carelessly let an idiot and a saboteur work with one of my most valuable possessions, I would literally be flushing millions of dollars down the toilet.”
I sat up and narrowed my eyes, “How could all of them have just died?”
“Dunno, apparently it was some sorta disease. I had those lovely poisonbird specialists who have been taking care of you make sure you got vaccinated, though. Don’t worry about dying anytime soon.”
“Why me? Out of all your poisonbirds?”
“All my poisonbirds? Your mom and you were some of the last ones I bought. Most of ‘em were old and died or outlived their use. You’d been my only poisonbird for a few years now. Oh, and I almost forgot… I want you to meet your new trainer, so I’ll send him in later tonight. You should be relieved, no more feathers are coming out of your wings. This man is an expert at what he does. He’ll make this whole process easier and cheaper on wing-care than it ever was before.”
With that, the owner stood and left the room. I was still confined to the bed by the needles stuck into my body. They were attached to bags full of poisons. Those poisonbird specialists had fixed me by pushing all the human food out of my system with deadly poisons. I had mixed feelings. Maybe this new trainer wasn’t so bad, the owner had said he was good at his job and they wouldn’t have to pull out my feathers anymore… But I had no way out now that they know I had tried to kill myself once. If this new trainer wasn’t good, I was trapped with him anyways. Of course, the last positive was, being pumped full of deadly poisons to save my life also meant I would be stronger than I had been on their stomach-upset-causing-poison diet and the poison in my talons, fangs, and wings was equally stronger. I would be at my full glory, and if they didn’t adapt, well, they would die.
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