Nightmare Eyes

“Hey. Up here.” 

The voice came from above.

There was a humanoid cat standing on top of a power line.

“Think fast!”

Just being able to walk with a good friend again felt nice. It felt… warm. Like he wasn’t truly alone anymore. The two were near Casey’s apartment complex before she spoke up. He was just about to smile and chuckle in a bittersweet tone, but then she kept talking. She asked if he remembered.

And he stopped walking too. He was silent. His heart started to beat faster, and his paws formed into fists on instinct. The memories started coming back.

“…Yeah. I do.”

And what horrible memories they were.

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Mae watched her friend react before averting her gaze to the ground, shuddering at his words. She could imagine what it was like. Witnessing the cultists sacrifice one of their own, and hearing the Black Goat itself, she had an uncomfortably vivid idea of what it could have been like. But it was still only an idea. Only an imagination. Casey had gone through the real thing.

The dark furred cat swallowed. She let silence settle only for a few moments before walking towards him again, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as she reached him. An offer to continue their trek side by side.

Oh, well…where to start.

“Well, there were robots. Giant effing robots. That started attacking this place over this one guy got killed by some shadowy woman over they only start killing people when he’s dead. Those robots were like the cultists we faced, Mae, but these aren’t old dads but giant machines. I survived, though probably everyone else did too. There were people kicking their asses left to right though. They effed them up good into freaking scrap piles.”

Those robots were menaces like the cultists were. Luckily, unlike Possum Springs, this place has a force of heroes to handle them.

“Then there was this one time that I think the scientists were pulling off what felt like Chuckle’s Eve. You remember that day, Mae? Your special day? That one day you always like pulling pranks for its April 1st back home? Yeah, these guys pulled that off…but I slept in, after their broadcast on the television, to not get fooled.”

Chuckle’s Eve was not her day. It was Mae’s!

“Also Possi Beasts exist here. Your favorite game is real in this city, Mae. But this guy I talked with said their called Pokémon.”

And that’s all she can say right now.

Mae really didn’t like the notion that there were things like the cultists here. She hoped she could at least skip the horrible nightmares, headaches and in general getting sung to by some space goat.

Giant robots were at least cool.

“Wow.”

But the robots weren’t even the end of it.

“Of course I do! God I love Chuckle’s Eve.” They just did a broadcast? “Sounds like a dumb prank if you could sleep through it.”

Shit.

Did she say.

Possi Beasts???

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“A feline that wears shoes. Tell me young one, if you wear human clothing does that mean you can also have an intellectual conversation as well?”

Did that lion just speak?

Mae blinked, silently, as if not comprehending. She understood his words perfectly, of course, she was just a little thrown off by the fact that he was an actual real lion. Last time she spoke to an animal, they were giant. And also god.

“Depends on what you count as ‘intellectual.’” 

There was a pause. She just had to check.

Ok. ok. I got two hours, a soft cat sleeping next to me, and a bundle of soreness while waiting for advil to kick in.

She wouldn’t dare. He stretches out a stubby paw at her, waving little colored claw caps at her. The paw can’t even reach. Only when she gets close does he tap her, but it doesn’t do much. He’s slowly shrinking away from here while still staying on the blanket as much as possible, and then—

He squeeshed.

Of course, she didn’t put all of her weight on the other cat. Just enough to smoosh him a bit.

ok. I was more tired today than I expected.