HOW THE CAT, KITTIES AND SKID MADE PEACE - a sm fanfic
Skid started to feel bummed as he realized his pencil had yet to draw a single thing. He groaned, leaned forward in defeat, and just stayed there. After ten boring minutes, he suddenly was met with a black cat with golden eyes right next to him. He jumped back from it immediately and darted daggers at it. He slowly, yet swiftly dragged his sketchbook to him and began to try to find inspiration again despite the distraction.
Skid learned quickly in life that he and the felines were simply natural enemies; destined rivals. But this time, for whatever reason, the cat seemed…chill? That's strange. They usually attacked or acted just like Roy’s rich mom or whoever. But this one seemed cute. Skid started to smile and get more comfortable. He also got an idea.
“Hi, kitty! Wan’ me to draw ya? Nothin’ much better to do. Here! Just give me a minute…”
Skid hurriedly drew an admittedly crappy sketch of the black cat, tore it out of his notebook.
The small cat slowly bit the paper and swiftly jumped away. Well that was a nice interaction! That surely was just a one time thing!
Skid awoke from his slumber to a loud CRASH sound coming from the main room. He begrudgingly got out of his comfy bed to see what was happening. Robbers are fun, but since they starting visiting and “borrowing” more often, it started to become annoying.
But to his surprise, there were…cats??! Hundreds, or thousands even- all of them one room. The cats held torches, spell books, and were causing a ruckus. But that wasn't all, his mom, the Hatzgang, and even Pump were here too?? AND TIED UP UNDER THE KITTIES?? WHAT IS HAPPENING???
“SON!” Lila yelled as she struggled wildly.
“Mom? Guys? W-what's happening?” He deadpanned as he came a little closer.
“DON’T ASK US FREAKS, ASK THE CATS!!”
Roy exclaimed. Ross and Robert were shaking in their boots as Pump was already drifting back to sleep.
Skid came a single step closer. The cats quieted down completely (scarily quick) and made intense eye contact in anticipation…
“Uhm, hi, guys. Uhhh- why are you guys tryna sacrifice my friends? Is there something I can do for ya guys? I can probably do whatever ya’ll want probably; maybe.”
The cats backed up and off each other to make a space for a cat. But Skid soon realized it wasn't just any cat… It was that cat from a few hours ago with the freaky eyes! And if he wasn't already sure, it also was holding his drawing in his mouth!
“Ehhh.. How ‘bout I get ya my pencil so you can talk to me!”
“WHAT?? NO GET THE POLI-”
Skid came back with his pencil and he happily gave it to them. They wrote:
It came out doodly and a little rough, but it was clear enough.
“Buttt- why would you want me to? I thought most of ya’ll hated me.”
The kitties all glanced around nervously. The one in front wrote again:
SRRY PLZ DRAW LUV U NEOW .* (
Skid softly smiled and softened his voice.
“Awww well sure cats and kitties! But I don't know if we have paper-”
And an entire pile dropped on top of him. The torches were lit out and the Roy specifically wasn't being sent to Hell anymore. And so, the little spooky boy sat down, criss-cross applesauce, and got to work in the house.
Lila was groaning along with Ross and Robert as Roy yelled. Where were the police anyway?? It's so bright and hot, not to mention smelly. Pump was somewhere else. Skid himself though, best time of his life.
And so, just like that, the long time enemies became friendly. The war was over.