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[Logan] [Janus] [Patton] [Virgil] [Roman] [Remus]
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All of them pop cat's doing the *pop pop pop*
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[Logan] [Janus] [Patton] [Virgil] [Roman] [Remus]
Patton, being the dad Side, likes to take naps. When he does, he often wakes up to find a black cat curled up asleep on his chest. In turn, Virgil sometimes wakes up from a nap in human form with a gray cat on his chest.
An Im-purr-fect Curse
Patton walked the same route in the woods every day. Most people didn't go near it out of superstition, but Patton loved the peacefulness of it. That is, until a man ran past him and a witch's curse hit him instead of the intended target. Now, as possibly one of the worst creatures he could be in an area so superstitious people refused to so much as look in the direction of a magpie, he just did his best to survive
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Patton usually looked on the bright side, and this was no different. Sure, he was cursed and with no way into his house or any way to communicate his dilemma, but at least he was cute!
He curled up in his little box, attempting to save some warmth in the harsh wind of the night. It was the third night of his curse, and this was still the worst part.
You see, he had been cursed into being a kitten
If you asked him why, he probably wouldn’t be able to answer. All he knew is he was walking, some person ran past and Patton had gotten the blame for whatever they had done. He started sleeping in his cardboard box
The next morning, everything was how it usually was, people walking to school, work, morning runs, to coffee shops, to cafés and barely anyone spared him a passing glance. A few people stopped to see him closer, but that just made him nervous.
He knew that there were people out there that would go out of their way to hurt a black cat, being the supposed omens of bad luck they were. He tried to back away most of the time, sometimes hissing at them. Not everyone got the message, and some tried to pet him.
Not that he was upset at attention, but it was new and he wasn’t sure of people’s intentions. Especially in an area where superstition was relatively common. Most times someone tried to approach him, he would hide behind some boxes
It was... scary being a cat. He curled up and watched the many feet walk past him, starting to feel hungry. He had been hungry the past few days, but he didn’t know how to hunt. He had managed to salvage some things from garbage, a pizza crust or two but not much else
He wished he was human again. He wondered if his friends had reported him missing, or if no one noticed
He was like this for most of the day, until someone started to approach him. Patton stood up and started backing away, ears going back. He suddenly realised he recognised this particular person. It was a guy that was in a few of his classes, Virgil
Patton had tried making friends a few times, but Virgil didn’t seem to care. Patton knew next to nothing about this kid, so the recognition didn’t really calm him down. Virgil had stopped at his obvious fear and was now just stood in the alleyway.
He started to crouch to be closer to where Patton was preparing to hide if necessary
“Hey, little guy. You look a little hungry, do you want some food?” He got something out of his bag, revealed to be a tuna sandwich. Virgil placed half of it on the ground for him, and Patton stepped closer slightly, weary of the possible trap
“It’s okay, eat up, I don’t bite. I could leave you to eat that if you like, and you won’t have to worry about any big scary humans, okay?” He was mostly talking to himself, but he never changed from the soft voice.
Patton didn’t get any closer, and Virgil left. Patton started to eat, and he realised just how hungry he truly was. He curled up again and watched people walk by, no one paying him any mind. It had started raining at some point and he tried to hide in his box, only for it to start falling apart. He knew that people would be in their houses, hiding away from the rain, and he wished that he could do the same
He had been keeping track of the days. It had been six days since he was cursed, and he had been fed by Virgil twice a day, a few times even doing it whilst Virgil was still crouched there, even letting Virgil pet him
Virgil had started coming to feed him quite commonly, and Patton was weighing the pros and cons of following him home. He would get out of the cold, and he’d get fed more regularly. But, what if that would get Virgil in trouble?
The next time Virgil visited, Patton made his choice. Once he was fed, he started walking behind and headbutted his legs
“Do you want something, lil’ guy?” He asked, holding out his hand as if to get permission to pet him. Patton didn’t even think, before sniffing the hand and pushing his head into it. Virgil pet him softly and Patton realised how much the curse affected him
He didn’t even think before acting like a cat...
He followed Virgil the rest of the way until they got to an apartment complex. Virgil held his hand out again and this time when he pushed his head into it, he was picked up
He mewled in surprise and Virgil scratched between his ears
“I’m sorry, baby, I can’t just let you wander wherever in here,” He hugged Patton to his chest before going inside. Virgil’s apartment was quite large, and there was another person inside, likely a roommate
Patton recognised them as being a few years higher up in their college, but he didn’t know their name
“Hey,” Virgil started, before walking over to them. Patton felt wary to be near them; he didn’t know them at all, not to mention, they were kinda intimidating
“Can you look after this kitten whilst I go buy cat supplies? And maybe book a visit to the vet as well? It will only be like an hour, at most” Patton was placed on the table next to the unknown person.
They didn’t even look up from their book “I’m assuming this is that oh-so adorable stray you’ve been feeding for the past few days? I’m surprised you managed to stop yourself from adopting it sooner. Have you named it?” They turned their page boredly, still not looking up
“Yes, Janus, this is the stray I’ve been feeding. And, no, he doesn’t have a name yet, we can give him one when I get back” Virgil responded and Patton compared the version of him he’d been seeing the past few days to the version he saw in class
In class, Virgil kept his head down, didn’t talk and didn’t answer questions. Here and when Patton was on the streets, he was a lot less anxious, he talked, and Patton even saw him without his hood up
Virgil started to leave, flicking his hood up once again. Patton jumped of the table and started following. He didn’t think the other person would hurt him, but he was still nervous to be near a new person in this form. Virgil picked him up, pet him a little and placed him back on the table
“Make sure he doesn’t try to follow me. Oh, but he doesn’t like people so maybe don’t get too close? I don’t know, just try not to panic him please” And with that Virgil left and Patton was left alone with Janus
Janus only just looked up at him as Virgil was leaving, and they didn’t seem particularly happy about it. Patton hopped off of the table and started to look around. The apartment was mostly dark colours, with some snake themed things here and there, and, unfortunately, a few spider themed things.
He curled up in a warm spot between the living room and kitchen, where he was able to keep an eye on Janus. They were back to focusing on their book and didn’t really look at him
Virgil came back a while later, carrying two bags worth of things; one full of toys and one full of general supplies like food bowls and stuff
Patton walked over to his sort-of friend and meowed. Was Virgil his friend? He had tried to make friends with him, but Virgil never really came out of his shell. Patton still thought of him as a friend anyway
Virgil placed the bags on the floor and crouched
“Hey, little guy... Did you miss me? I’m sorry” Patton received some cat treats, which the cat portion of his brain loved immensely. The part of him that was still human, however, wasn’t too keen. Soon enough, Virgil had brought him to the couch, where he was set between the two humans. Patton climbed to the other side of Virgil, still weary of most people whilst in this form.
He knew it was irrational, and he did feel bad, not trusting people, but he just couldn’t trust people blindly anymore. Everyone was so much bigger than him, and he’d even had a few instances (at least four of them) when someone had tried to hurt him, either by throwing something or trying to kick him.
He just... It wasn’t easy, anymore. Virgil pet him a little and he laid down, feeling almost as if he could cry. He couldn’t, of course, as cats do not and can not cry.
Virgil and Janus started discussing naming him and he stopped listening. He would know when they had named him, after all. He went and curled up in an open cabinet. It was habit at this point, to sleep in a box-like object.
He didn’t know how long he was asleep, but he could hear Virgil presumably looking for him. He stretched and walked out towards where he could see Virgil crouched, looking under things for him.
“There you are... I was worried for a second there, Midnight” Patton was pet and pondered the name. It wasn’t the worst name that could’ve been chosen, but Patton didn’t feel like it really fit him
Janus groaned from across the room
“I swear, I’m gonna die if you don’t change that stupid name” He threatened, not even looking up from his book, which Patton noticed to be Good Omens.
Virgil stood up and glared at Janus, the kind of friendly glare that could only be achieved by best friends.
“Excuse me? Midnight is a cool name!” Virgil was saying, and Janus was disagreeing
Patton couldn’t see a reason to stay in the same room as them as they were arguing over a name that wasn’t him. He started wandering. He looked at the bags that Virgil brought home. There was bound to be something interesting in there for him
He pawed at the bag, trying to get it open. He briefly considered using his claws, but decided against it.
Virgil walked over to him
“Aw, you wanna see your stuff? Okay” Virgil got some of his new stuff out of the bag, including a soft looking cat bed and some toys and treats. Patton felt the bed with his front paws, and found it was just a little softer than it looked
He curled up in the middle of it, feeling sleep creeping up on him. Nights of bad sleep, sleeping in the rain, had made him rather tired. He heard the click of a phone camera, but payed it no attention
When he next woke up, the clock on the wall read 3:24 am. He liked the night vision that came with being a cat, but otherwise, there weren’t too many perks, especially being a black cat.
He sought out Virgil to check on him. He wasn’t planning on waking him up, of course, sleep was very important. He went through the door with Virgil’s name on it, that was slightly ajar
He looked up to the bed, which had light on it. It seemed Virgil didn’t sleep at night, Patton noted with a little disapproval. Virgil should sleep and be healthy.
He jumped onto the bed, which caught the human’s attention.
“Hey, Midnight,” He whispered, smiling “Come over here” He waved his hand towards himself
Patton walked a little closer and hit the phone screen gently. Virgil laughed quietly, turning the phone off and putting it on the nightstand. He curled up next to the human, who pet him a little before starting to go to sleep. Patton nodded to himself and decided to wander the house more, noting the room with Janus’ name on the door and the guest room next to it
He climbed onto the couch and watched the rain hit the window, hoping his friends weren’t too worried about him
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Virgil wasn’t the most social guy in the world, and he knew that. He was quiet in school, and he didn’t really have friends. He would say that was how he liked it, but... it wasn’t.
He wanted friends, he wanted to be a part of a group, but every time someone tried to talk to him, it’s like his brain shut down. He almost couldn’t fathom someone wanting to be his friend. It seemed like a practical joke every time his classmate, Patton, even talked to him
He knew Patton wasn’t playing a practical joke; he really was just nice, the nicest person in the school, if you asked someone.
And yet, Virgil could never find a response when Patton asked him something. He regretted that every time he saw the guy, having fun with his friends.
His niceness was one of the reasons that it was such a shock that he went missing randomly. He was in class that day, and the next... nowhere. No one knew where he was, no one had any information, he just disappeared.
It was a total shock to the system; Patton was the kind of guy that you just couldn’t imagine anyone disliking him, let alone making him disappear
Patton’s friends seemed to be taking it the worst, which was to be expected. The usually loud twins were silent, looking down at the tables, and Logan, the smartest kid in class, didn’t answer any questions, barely lifted up his pencil.
No one knew what to do with themselves without Patton’s bubbly presence in the room.
Virgil joined in on the searches, and, a few days into searching, no one had found anything, it was like he really just disappeared. He sighed, stopping his walk back to his apartment to lean against a wall, only to notice a cat.
The poor thing was tiny, seemed practically malnourished. Virgil’s heart ached at that, starting to slowly approach. It stood up and darted backwards, ears pinned back and looking completely terrified. It wasn’t hard to see why, black cats didn’t have many people tolerating them around town
He stopped, before crouching down to be less intimidating. It stopped as well, looking almost as if it wanted to run away, which it probably did. It was a kitten, a bigger kitten, but a kitten nonetheless. It couldn’t be more than a few months old, at all. He spoke to it softly, getting a sandwich out of his bag and placing it on the ground
The kitten didn’t get closer, so Virgil left it to eat, knowing he was likely the source of its discomfort. Over the next few days, it had become routine to stop to feed the cat before and after searches, and it had been starting to trust him
Searches had still been turning up fruitless, and no one knew anything. There was no body (luckily), there were no fingerprints, no helpful intuition that could lead them to Patton. There weren’t any clues.
He sighed, going back to the alleyway where the cat was. It ate its food, and when Virgil started to leave, the little guy followed, bumping into his leg. Virgil stopped, crouching next to him
“Do you want something, lil’ guy?” He asked, mainly to himself. He held out his hand for it to sniff, and it pushed into the hand, evidently searching for attention
He smiled to himself, starting walking again. He was planning on bringing the cat home at some point anyway, why not then? The tiny cat followed him home, and he scooped it into his arms, bringing out a startled noise.
Janus seemed overall unsurprised and unenthusiastic about the new household addition, though not upset either. The cat, he was thinking of calling it Midnight, didn’t seem to like being too close to Janus. Which seemed rational, honestly, seeing as it had probably met all kinds of nasty people on the streets. Unfortunately, he had to leave it with his roommate whilst he bought some supplies
The tiny thing tried to follow him, and Virgil had to carry it back to the table. He didn’t want to leave it, but he didn’t want it to follow him and get hurt
Whilst he was out, he bought the parts for a cat tree, a light blue cat bed, a few toys, treats, a collar, a cat-carrier and cat food. The cat greeted him at the door, tail pointed upwards. Virgil smiled
“Hey, little guy... Did you miss me? I’m sorry” He gave it some cat treats and brought it over to the couch, setting it between him and his roommate, trying to socialise it more. It climbed over Virgil’s lap to the other side of the couch, to which Virgil pet it, before starting to discuss names for it.
Virgil suggested Midnight, while Janus told him that was a stupid name and the cat started to explore the apartment
“Well, you think of something if it’s so stupid” Virgil crossed his arms, and Janus rolled his eyes
“How about Crowley?”
“You can’t just suggest names from your book!” Virgil exclaimed, and they went on with this for quite some time, until Virgil went and sought out his cat (named Midnight, because that was a cool name, no matter what Janus thought)
The cat walked over to him from the kitchen, and Virgil later found a cupboard door open and the cupboard itself filled with cat hair.
Midnight started wandering again, going towards the bags that Virgil brought home. He looked at all the items Virgil got out but ultimately just went for the cat bed, and curled up.
It was an adorable sight and Virgil may or may not have taken a few pictures. After the makeshift photoshoot, he went to bed. He didn’t sleep, his brain was too active for that, but he stayed on tumblr and youtube for a while.
He probably would’ve stayed on his phone all night, if Midnight didn’t show up and curl up next to him. The kitten had a calming effect on his racing thoughts, and he pet him softly, starting to feel his eyelids droop. When he next awoke, Midnight was gone, but Virgil wasn’t too worried; he had quadruple checked that all the doors and windows were locked, meaning Midnight couldn’t get out
Midnight was sat on the couch, where he was staring at the window. Virgil decided to book a visit to the vet to make sure he was healthy.
Midnight walked towards him with his tail pointed and Virgil smiled “Good morning, Midnight”
He sighed to himself, realising he’d actually have to talk to the receptionist at the vets office to get Midnight a check-up, but he relented, knowing that the little cat deserved to be healthy
He started coaxing Midnight into the carrier with some treats. The car-ride to the vets office was quiet, with some music quietly playing through the speakers, but neither cat nor human made sound
Virgil turned into the parking lot, and got the carrier out of the car
The receptionist was nice and patient with him, even when he stuttered or spoke too quietly. The vet was also nice, but Virgil did have to hold Midnight to stop him running away
Honestly, Virgil felt bad for the kitten. Someone had obviously done something to him, and it wasn’t hard to see their motives. The vet concluded that he was mainly okay, if a little hungry, and that he was fit to go home
Virgil brought Midnight back to the apartment, where Janus was waiting, having woken up whilst they were at the vet’s
“Well? How’s your cat?”
“Oh, he’s fine! And I was thinking,” He started to say, letting Midnight out of the carrier “You know how we don’t really use the guest bedroom and we never have visitors...”
Janus gave him a deadpan look “We are not giving your cat an entire room. It doesn’t even pay rent”
Virgil sat on the table “Of course he doesn’t pay rent, he’s a cat. But, wouldn’t you prefer if the cat tree was in its own room and not cluttering up in here?”
Janus groaned
“Fine, but I’m no longer helping you set up the supplies”
Virgil was fine with that, he supposed, he just had to build the cat tree and set up the food/water bowls and maybe order a cat flap and arrange the toys and... yeah, this was becoming more daunting by the moment.
He grabbed the stuff, forcing himself through it. Midnight deserved it.
It only took an hour or two to finish, and he was listening to music as he did it, so he didn’t mind too much. Midnight liked the cat tree, especially the boxes it came for him to lay in. Virgil couldn’t imagine anyone ever wanting to harm such an innocent creature
Once he had done with that, he started getting ready to search for Patton again.
For the next few months, still nothing. Midnight had gotten closer to Janus, and now could sit between the two humans without running away, but things weren’t as good outside of their apartment
People were starting to stop volunteering for searches, and no one was any closer, still. No finger prints, no nothing. One of Patton’s neighbours said that he had gone for a walk like he did every day, and just never came back.
Midnight had been a constant help through all of the stress, and Virgil was glad to have found him. Now, if only he could find Patton as easily as he found stray cats.
Midnight had a collar now, it was blue with grey and purple accents. The grey and blue was to remind him of Patton; those were the colours he was always seen in
He had started talking to Patton’s friends, offering comfort to them. He believed they were friends with him now, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He had hung out at each at their houses, and they talked at college, but Virgil felt (incorrectly) that they were merely tolerating him
He knew they wouldn’t invite him places if it was just toleration, but he couldn’t help his thoughts
Virgil greeted them with a small, almost sad, smile
“Hey guys” He greeted, sitting down
Roman greeted him back, before looking down at his phone, at news stories. Virgil had seen him look at such quite a few times, seeming to be looking for any news on Patton
The others stayed silent. Virgil knew why, it had been exactly six months since Patton disappeared.
After a while, they started conversation. It was the comfortable sort of conversation, the kind about nothing at all.
They decided they’d hang at Virgil’s place and have a sleepover, to distract everyone from what day it was
“Just a little warning, I do have a roommate, so we don’t have a spare room and we’re all gonna have to sleep in the living room”
Logan raised an eyebrow “I thought you lived in a three bedroom apartment?”
Virgil coughed, embarrassed “I do, but I, uh, gave the third bedroom to my cat” He mumbled, looking down
Roman snorted “How’d you get your roommate to agree with that?”
Virgil looked up with a small smirk “He was tired and I was annoying”
Soon they were all journeying to Virgil’s apartment.
Virgil had texted Janus beforehand the plan of what was happening, so he wasn’t surprised when they got home. Instead, he was sat on the couch, reading a book on psychology, with a cat in his lap
“Good evening, Virgil. Virgil’s friends. I would offer you a drink, but I seem to have been immobilized by this carnivorous beast,” He gestured to Midnight
Midnight lifted his head to peer at the apartments arrivals, and he stared at the three new people. Virgil lead them inside and Midnight ran through the cat flap to his room.
“Oh, darn. My excuse just ran away,” Janus deadpanned, getting the guests some water
They all talked for most of the night, occasionally the topic would drift to Patton and the mood got more sombre.
Midnight came out of his room a little later in the night and sniffed at the three new people
Remus reached out to pet him, but Midnight flinched away from that, running backwards.
Remus flopped down onto the couch, with a small frown “Your cat seems very nervous. Or maybe he just doesn’t like me, what’s his name?”
“His name’s Midnight, and don’t worry, he’s like that with everyone. We found him on the street when he was a kitten, and I’m sure you can imagine what some of the more superstitious people would do to him around here,”
Virgil’s friends nodded in sympathy, looking at Midnight, who stared back
--
Patton didn’t mind living with Virgil and Janus, but he wished he wasn’t a cat for it. He had started, almost regrettably, getting used to his new life
In a morning, he would wander the apartment for something to do, Virgil would feed him and then play with him, and then Virgil would join the searches looking for him or go to school, leaving him with Janus. Janus wasn’t bad, and was an absolute softie when it came to him and Patton being home alone. And, he had started online learning instead of in-person, anyway
Patton had started curling up next to and on the laps of the humans, and he would stare out of the window otherwise, or play with his toys, or sleep. Virgil was nice, he supposed, but every time Patton remembered that he was Virgil’s pet, he felt a small pit grow a little larger in his stomach
It wasn’t Virgil’s fault, it really wasn’t, and he still stayed acting the same around him, but...
Patton was worried that soon, he wouldn’t be human at all. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have two legs. He was on the way to forgetting his own face. He just hoped he would never forget his friends.
He curled up on Janus’ lap as Virgil was at school. Janus was reading a textbook, and Patton started feeling sleepy. He drifted off for a while, before he was awoken by the sound of voices
“... by this carnivorous beast” He saw a hand gesturing to him and he looked up at where he assumed Virgil would be alone.
Behind him, however, were Patton’s best friends in the whole world. Patton stared for a few seconds, before the cat portion of his brain made him run
The cat part of his brain was sort of like an actual cat that shared control of his body. He often had to bargain with it to not get distracted whilst he was checking on his... roommates (he couldn’t, wouldn’t, bring himself to say owners). It wasn’t really a cat in his head, it was just his new instincts clashing with his human brain and turning out wrong.
Right now, his instincts were telling him to run away from the threat of new humans, though his human brain knew that they weren’t a threat. They were his friends, they wouldn’t hurt him, would they? His thoughts said no, but his instincts said yes
He jumped into a box compartment of his cat tree and curled up, trying to calm down. He could hear them talking in the next room. They were talking about a dumb movie they were watching, and Patton missed when that would be something he would do with them. But now, he had to fight his instincts to even look at them. He heard the topic drift to human him, and he listened close
Had it really been half a year? It felt so much longer, and yet, so, so much shorter.
He carefully walked through the cat flap a few hours later, mentally reminding himself that these were his friends, not a threat, and yet, when he saw them all across the living room, he had to supress the urge to run and hide away from his friends.
They looked at him with curiosity and he walked a little closer, sniffing at them, assuring himself that they were still the same people he remembered. Remus reached out at him and he ran backwards, bad memories of people on the street flooding his mind
Virgil explained to them why he seemed so nervous, and Patton lied down near the group of humans. He shouldn’t have been so nervous around his friends, it wasn’t as if they’d suddenly gained a hatred of black cats whilst he was here.
Virgil pet him and he started going to sleep, purring.
When he next awoke, instead of 1am, it was 5am and he was the only one awake. It calmed him almost, to stay in a room where there were people, but no perceivable threat to him. He carefully walked towards Logan, trying not to wake anyone.
Logan had fallen asleep with his glasses on, he noted. He walked towards Roman. Roman had either forgotten to wear his eye mask, or thrown it off in his sleep, but either way, it was in his hand, not on his face
Remus had sprawled over almost half of the living room, and was snoring in a way that made it feel like a miracle that no one had woken up from it yet.
Virgil was curled up next to the tv, head pressed into the floor next to the pillow, instead of the pillow itself.
Patton sought out Janus. After all, he couldn’t leave him out of his check up on his friends. Anyway, he was the only human that wasn’t setting off alarm bells in his mind currently.
He pushed the slightly ajar door open and wandered into the bedroom. Janus was asleep as well, in a onesie that was made to make him look like a snake.
Patton hopped onto the bed, almost subconsciously, before curling up next to the warm human. He didn’t sleep this time, he just basked in the warmth. He would’ve preferred to bask in the sun, but it was too early for that currently
He watched the curtains ruffle in the soft breeze of the open window. He wanted to play with something, his mind wasn’t occupied enough, but... here was warm, and everyone else was sleeping and couldn’t play with him.
He huffed quietly. These things never bothered human him. He started kneading the bed beneath him as quietly as he could, sharpening his claws
Janus woke up a while later, once the sun rose. He pet Patton with a tired hand
“Mornin’, little guy,” He yawned “what are you doing in here?”
Patton simply meowed, headbutting Janus’ arm. and gently biting the sleeve, pulling towards the door. Virgil and Janus both knew that the gesture meant that he wanted to play
Honestly, Patton didn’t mind what he did as long as it got rid of the boredom. Janus sighed, smiling down at him
“Alright, alright, lets go get some of your toys"
They went into the third bedroom, Patton’s room, and Janus got out a few toys, a wind up mouse, a feather on a stick and a laser pointer
Patton let the cat in him take over and chased the toys around the room. The next time he saw the clock it was about 8am.
He climbed his tree and stared down at Janus, who stared back at him with a small smirk. Patton sat on one of the platforms and lied down.
Janus sat against the wall, scrolling on his phone, and Patton jumped down from his platform, crawling into his lap. Janus distractedly pet him, and stared at the window
Patton could tell that something was up, but lacked the context clues to decode it. He laid his head down on Janus’ chest, hoping that was enough to make him a little happier. Patton’s eyes started to droop and he slept
For one of the first times since the curse, he dreamt.
He wasn’t a cat in his dream, he was himself, but... smaller.
His friends were there, but they didn’t acknowledge him, it was like he was invisible.
They were upset, he realised
He tried to call out to them, help them, but he couldn’t speak. He looked down, only to find paws and whiskers.
Suddenly, everything looked scarier, his friends faces contorted and he was in a cage.
He looked around, but there was endless nothingness beyond the bars. He noticed a shape emerge from the darkness, but before he could make out what it was, he woke up.
The sun was in a different place in the sky and it was no longer just him and Janus in the room, everyone had come in. Patton didn’t mind as much as he expected
He still enjoyed his friends company, no matter how scared he was currently. He stretched before slowly walking towards them, sniffing them. They smelled the same as they used to, and they didn’t make any sudden moves whilst he was there. He strutted over to his basket of toys and knocked it over, looking at the humans
Virgil sighed with a smile on his face
“Playtime it is, you little terror” He said, grabbing a feather on a stick and placing the feather on the ground in front of Patton.
Patton crouched and playfully flicked his tail, ready to pounce at his prey. As he was mid-jump, the feather moved. This carried on for about 30 minutes, and he could hear all of his friends giggling at him. He didn’t mind that, he probably would’ve giggled out of the sheer adorableness of the scene if he was them.
He pounced faster the next time and caught it between his paws. He meowed in victory, lifting his head to look at them
Roman was videoing him and the rest of them were staring at him as if he was the most adorable thing they had seen in their lives, and he walked over to them hesitantly.
Roman held his mouth shut in an attempt to not be too loud and scare him, Remus grinned down at him, holding his hand palm up in a non-threatening gesture.
Patton sniffed the hand and pushed his head into it, managing to convince his instincts that these humans were safe
Soon, almost everyone in the room was petting him and he purred, crawling into a random lap and starting to fall asleep. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep, but he knew that it had been at least an hour.
He opened his eyes and stretched on the person’s lap, noting that it was Logan.
Virgil was talking about something to do with social media, and Logan was occasionally chiming in. The twins weren’t in the room, and Janus had changed out of his pyjamas at some point. Logan seemingly hadn’t moved at all since Patton fell asleep
Patton looked around at his friends that were in the room and he sought out to find the twins. They were fighting over something in the living room and Patton designated to do what he always did to stop Virgil and Janus from arguing. It would probably work on Roman and Remus
He walked over to them and sat between them, effectively stopping them from shoving each other in fear of disturbing him. The others soon joined them all in the living room and Patton would’ve smiled
Every one of his best friends was in the same room. But, they didn’t know that he was there, not the human version of him anyway.
Things like this happened for months. All of them would meet up, sometimes at Virgil and Janus’ apartment sometimes at others, and Patton would get to see them pretty often.
Mostly at Virgil's but occasionally he would be taken to someone else's house. Patton didn't expect these visits often, nor did he want them to come around more; most of these visits were for when his friends were upset and he did not want that. He kinda preferred to be at Virgil’s apartment, it calmed his cat-self. And, he could watch Virgil and Janus like each other and deny it.
Right now, everyone was at Virgil’s apartment, talking about stuff they had planned for Christmas and stuff. Patton was lazed across the back of the couch, listening to the plans with a bittersweet feeling
They were talking about him, human him, and how they wanted him to come back, what they would get him for Christmas and what they would say if he came back. He stayed where he was. There was no way to communicate his dilemma to them, there was no way to show them that he was still there, there was no way to say he was even still alive
Someone pet him softly and he watched over them all. He wasn’t big, he wasn’t strong, but he’d protect them all as best he could.
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Logan was conflicted. It still felt like just yesterday that Patton had been laughing and joking with him, but it had been almost a year since he disappeared.
He liked his new friends, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was replacing Patton. They still searched, just not daily anymore. He didn’t want to admit it, and he didn’t want to believe it, but he didn’t think they would find him anymore. There still hadn’t been any leads, or clues, or witnesses and there was no Patton
He sometimes went to look at Patton’s house, but it was never any less empty.
He liked Virgil’s pet cat, it helped him calm down. It reminded him of Patton in a way. Patton loved cats, even though he was allergic.
Logan walked towards Virgil’s apartment, where he knew everyone would be waiting. Virgil was perched on the coffee table, as if there weren’t plenty of seats available around the room
He sat next to Janus on the couch, which Midnight was sprawled across the back of. He gently stroked Midnight’s fur and started contributing to the Christmas plans. He still missed Patton, and he wished he would be there for it, but...
He knew that probably wouldn’t happen.
They talked for ages and Virgil let them stay over again. This time, Midnight didn’t hide for most of the night, instead staying in the room with them, and Virgil brought his little bed into the living room, taking lots of pictures of the cat for the social media page he had created specifically to showcase his pet to the world
Logan couldn’t blame him, Midnight was cute. The social media had quite a large following, a few thousand or so. It consisted of little pictures or stories of what Midnight had done that day, like when Midnight first started getting comfortable around people.
Logan found the blog to be a comfort for him, to know that maybe he could find joys in the things that Patton liked, and not always feel sad for it. By January, it would’ve been a full year. He still missed Patton more than ever, but maybe it was time to start letting go.
The day that Patton disappeared, everything had been so... mundane. They had gone to college, Patton had doodled on his hands, like usual, he had been so happy. And later that night, his next-door-neighbour reported that he had never returned from his walk
His neighbour usually sat outside most days, and Patton talked to him before and after walks, so for Patton not to come back was extremely worrying. Most people expected the search to last a day or two at most, with the best case finding Patton completely healthy, and worst case being a body being found.
Logan almost wanted the body over having no clues. At least then, they could find out what happened and get some closure. All they knew now was where Patton was not.
He sighed. He wouldn’t stop hoping that Patton would come back, of course not, but maybe he should stop expecting it. He read his book in silence as everyone else started to sleep
Midnight was sat on his bed, staring at him with wide eyes. Logan smiled softly, beckoning the cat over to accompany him as he read. Midnight jumped onto his lap, curling up. Logan pet the small creature, and started reading again.
When the one-year anniversary came and went, all he could feel was emptiness. He didn’t speak that day. Roman didn’t speak either, Remus spoke a little, but not very much. Virgil gave them little gifts to cheer them up, but they did barely anything.
Searches hadn’t been going on for a while, and there were still no advancements on the case. Logan had almost finished his teaching degree.
Patton had wanted to do that with him. Logan had wanted him to, but... It seemed he would be the only one of his friends graduating this course. Roman, Remus and Virgil each did creative arts courses, like art, drama and writing.
They had a few classes on writing all together, but him and Patton were the only ones going into teaching as a profession. Logan sometimes walked Patton’s route to clear his mind. Nothing ever gave him any clarity.
Patton didn’t seem to be coming back. He kept group photos of them framed on his wall, but he couldn’t help but think. Why couldn’t they have still been that happy now?
They all knew that Patton wouldn’t have wanted them to be too sad, but Logan couldn’t help it. Patton was one of his best friends, and now... and now he was nothing more than years worth of memories that Logan would never get to relive.
Patton’s birthday was coming up soon. They were going to make a cake together, like Patton did for them. They were going to decorate it as best as they could, put some of Patton’s favourite things on it. They were going to get him gifts, and leave them at the makeshift memorial they had at the school. Many other people were planning to do the same, Virgil included.
Logan couldn’t help but wonder, what would Patton be doing if he were there? What would’ve happened if it were someone else who had disappeared off the face of the Earth?
He grabbed his computer bag and headed for the university with a sigh. The space next to him during lectures remained empty, and somehow seemed emptier every day that Patton wasn’t sat there. No one dared sit there, scared of upsetting him, not even new students.
He looked at the front. He didn’t want to think about this anymore, he wanted to think about anything else.
He thought about Virgil. Virgil had started dating Janus, and they both had drawn up a fake contract of who gets what if they break up. They had decided to share custody of Midnight, but in the event of a break up, Virgil would get more custody than Janus. It was an absurd concept to have in writing but it did make Logan a little happier to think about his friends
And well, Patton would’ve loved to see him happy. He wished he just knew where Patton was, but there was nothing that even suggested that he was ever there
He read his textbook silently in his room.
Similar things kept happening every month. Every month that Patton didn’t return, Logan would cry. He was getting better, though, he was starting to accept it. He refused to forget Patton, but he started moving on.
After a few years, he managed to secure a job at the university. It felt weird to him that the students he taught didn’t know Patton. It felt weird that they sat in Patton’s spot, but he ignored it. They didn’t need to deal with his trauma, they could sit wherever they pleased, but that didn’t stop him from feeling almost as if he could cry when a student reminded him almost too much like Patton
There were a a few students that gossiped and talked throughout his lectures. He didn’t mind that, it was their choice whether or not to listen to the coursework. No, it was what they talked about that really grinded his gears. All they ever talked about was whatever true crime podcast they had listened to the previous night
Logan had never liked most true crime podcasts. He didn’t like that they profited off of someone else’s trauma, without giving any profit or getting any permission from the victim or the victim’s family. He had heard some podcasters laughing at the victims, and it made him see red. There were a few (far too little, but still a few) who did share profits with victims, and tell the stories in a respectful way, but most didn’t
He ignored them speaking most days.
That is, until the true crime/unsolved mystery involved Patton. They were gossiping about his best friend’s disappearance as if it wasn’t a tragedy. They were theorizing on what had happened as though they were talking about a tv show, not a horribly traumatic experience for all of Patton’s friends.
He attempted to get through the lesson but he felt horribly sick all of a sudden. He slammed the book he was reading from closed, walking briskly out of the lecture hall. Students seemed confused about this, but he just went to the breakroom and called his friends.
They comforted him, and after maybe ten minutes, he went back to his lecture, making sure that it wasn’t too obvious that he had been crying. He didn’t want to tarnish his reputation
He wrote a new rule on the board behind him, saying that talking about True Crime was banned in his classroom
“You can talk about it anywhere, but not in here. If I hear you talk about it, you are going to have to leave. So either do it extremely quietly, or wait until after my lecture. You can talk about something else, just not true crime” He said sternly
His students protested, and he ignored them and got back on with his lecture. His shift would be over soon, and he could visit his friends. He got into his car and drove
He drove to Virgil and Janus’ house that they had moved into together. The others were already there. He could barely hold in his sobs as he walked through the door
His friends immediately started comforting him and he sunk to the ground. Midnight walked over to him, rubbing against his leg with a soft purr. Logan had read somewhere that cats knew when you were sad, and would comfort you as best they could
Logan attempted a smile. It seemed that everyone in the room cared. Patton would’ve cared as well.
Logan thought on his new rule and he knew that he’d be seen as the strict teacher that didn’t let anyone have fun, but he could not have a repeat of what had just happened. He wiped his eyes and looked up
Nothing in the world was more important than his friends, he decided. He had lost one, and he would never loose another. He would rather die than let any of them die, or disappear.
A lot had changed since Patton disappeared. Roman was slowly becoming famous as an author, writing fantasy series. Remus was trying to make it as a horror director. Logan was doing the profession that they had wanted to do together
It had been five years since, but Logan felt that Patton was just as present as ever. He was gone, but Logan sometimes felt as though he were right next to him.
He pet Midnight distractedly. Midnight was quite a large cat, not at all like the tiny kitten Virgil found him as. Still as affectionate, still pretty jumpy, but very much bigger
Logan smiled down at the cat.
His brain seemed more fond of this one cat than he had been over any other animal and he couldn’t understand why. Perhaps he had simply latched onto the first permanent fixture in his life that even vaguely reminded him of Patton, and stayed with that attachment
He and the others played with the cat for a while and Logan started going home. He didn’t think for a while. After the day he’d had at work, he knew who he’d be thinking about and he didn’t want to cry again.
He watched a movie instead. It was a movie about witches and potions. Something he didn’t have to think about much, he knew magic wasn’t real and he didn’t have to think about the logistics of fantasy. He frowned.
Patton would’ve insisted magic was real. He sighed
If Patton was confirmed dead, he probably wouldn’t still be clinging onto the memory, but the thought that Patton could possibly come back at any time kept him from moving on. He had tried, he really had, but... grief wasn’t logical. He did understand that the chances of Patton coming back were slim to none, but it was that small chance that kept crushing his hope time and time again
His students seemed to silently resent him for his oddly specific and strict rule for the rest of the year, but he was just glad that they were respecting it. He heard them talking to new students about the rule, warning them of how strict he was
He never wanted to become the strict teacher, but he couldn’t deal with hearing Patton’s name as casually as that, talking about him like he wasn’t a person that people had mourned for, were still mourning for, even. He prepared for his next class and looked over the list of people
He sighed. Maybe this year, people would stop reminding him. Maybe this year he could move on
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Patton knew that no one had truly moved on. He had been like this for years now, five of them if he counted right.
He couldn’t remember what his glasses felt like on his face. He couldn’t even remember his own face, other than when he saw it in photos. He couldn’t remember how tall he was. He couldn’t remember what standing on two legs felt like.
He never forgot a thing about his friends.
Virgil and Janus had moved house. He was no longer sure of what his own house looked like.
He had accepted that he was never getting out of this quite some time ago, but his friends never truly had. They were still mourning, still missing him, and he wasn’t coming back in a way they would know. He missed being human, he missed talking to his friends and giving them advice
He missed everything about his old life, but his new life wasn’t so bad, really. Virgil and Janus cared about him, he still saw his friends, and he had never had to worry about food beyond those first few days. He knew that nothing would happen to him as long as Virgil and Janus were there, and he would try his hardest to make the opposite true as well. He wanted to protect.
Speaking of which, he was stalking the house whilst they were asleep, trying to find the mouse that was bothering him and his humans. The mouse was small, but it kept eating food, which could turn the food bad. Mice carried disease, and Patton wouldn’t let his humans get sick when he could stop it.
The little thing had avoided Patton for a week so far, but Patton had caught a few mice in the past five years, and he was pretty darn good at it if he did say so himself. He listened for the small squeaks and the noises of the mouse’s feet. He slowly walked towards the kitchen
There it was, the culprit of the food theft. He pounced on the unsuspecting mouse with precision and accuracy. His instincts took over from there, and the next thing he knew he had a dead mouse in his claws. He licked his paws and started grooming himself. He looked down at the mouse, thinking about how happy his humans would be that he had protected them.
He picked the mouse up with his teeth and started towards the stairs, where Virgil and Janus were sleeping. He walked through the cat flap of their bedroom and jumped onto the bed, dropping the rodent onto Virgil’s chest
Something in the back of his brain reminded him that he wasn’t thinking like a human anymore and he admitted that he probably wasn’t, but he also admitted that he wasn’t human anymore. He had human memories, but he was a cat, with cat instincts.
Virgil had woken up at the gift, and was looking down at it and back up at him. Patton nudged it closer, trying to remember why Virgil might not enjoy his gift. If he was human, he would never have confusing moments like this.
Would human-Patton have enjoyed the gift? He... wasn’t sure. Virgil pet him with a sigh, nudging Janus awake
“Janus, Midnight just took care of the mouse problem” Patton puffed up his chest proudly
Janus groaned “And I suppose you want me to get rid of the body?”
Patton lied down on Virgil’s legs, carrying on with grooming himself. He thought about his friends
Logan had become a teacher. Patton thought that he might’ve wanted to do that too. Logan’s students didn’t like him too much, because he didn’t let them talk about something that caused them to talk about Patton.
Roman was getting quite a bit of money from selling books he wrote. He was becoming a best-seller apparently. Patton was proud of him. He wrote about magic and dragons and witches. Patton remembered that he got turned into a cat by magic.
Remus had gotten accepted into a prestigious film school, so he was trying to become a director for horror movies. Patton knew that Remus loved horror movies, he always played them on movie nights, both before and after Patton was turned into this
Patton noticed Janus leave the room with the mouse
He soon left the room as well, going into his own to his scratching post. He scratched for a while, watching the moon out of the window. He waited for the sun to start to rise to see his humans again. Everyone had planned to meet up at Virgil’s house again, since it was movie night.
He was excited to see them again.
Patton watched out of the window towards the road where his friends would show up in their cars. Patton didn’t like cars, and was fairly certain that he never had, but there was still the doubt in his mind that maybe he did like them before the witch got him
It was night-time currently, so he wouldn’t see anyone for a while. He flicked his tail, starting to go to his bed.
When his friends showed up, he was wide awake. The scratched behind his ears and talked to Virgil and Janus. They barely payed him any notice anymore, and instead started ordering food and getting the selection of movies lined up.
The played with him today though. They played with the laser pointer and the fake mouse and some of his newer toys. Virgil told them about Patton’s successful hunt the night prior
When they started watching movies, Patton watched them too, and he felt as though he had never seen them before. He knew he had, but he couldn’t remember them
He wondered what his favourite movie was, since he could no longer remember
Were they watching it? He wandered closer to the TV and looked up, trying to jog his memory. The colours were bright, animals were speaking, but he couldn’t remember what it was. He swished his tail in both frustration and anger at his brain.
It was like it was attempting to remove any semblance of humanity from his memories. But... he was human, once upon a time, wasn’t he? He wasn’t making that up, at least he didn’t think so
Virgil had found him when he was just a kitten, but Patton remembered a life before that. Of course he did. He had grown up human all those years ago, he had been friends with just over half of the people in the room with him, they were in high school and college with him and suddenly, he was at the beginning of a new life-cycle.
After many upon many movie nights, weeks, possibly months later, Patton had lost even more of himself. He had started forgetting words. He remembered his name, and the name that humans knew him by
He had forgotten longer words, words that Janus said to seem smart in arguments. He had almost forgotten that humans didn’t stay awake during night time, and take short naps throughout the day. He had forgotten his favourite human food. He wasn’t sure if he had ever had a pet himself.
It took a while for him to realise that this wasn’t normal; it felt as natural to forget as it did to breathe. He lazed in front of the window, soaking in the sunlight. He could hear his humans in the next room, talking about something or other.
He knew that Janus was going to... going to...
Oh, darn it, he couldn’t remember the word. Janus was going to ask Virgil to marry him, but Patton didn’t know when. Perhaps he had heard, but forgot.
He attempted to remember his own birthday. It was in the summer, right? But, he wasn’t sure which month, which day, or heck, whether he was even correct with his summer estimate.
He stared out of the window. He wasn’t sure why anymore, not sure what he was watching for or thinking about. Virgil pet him on the way past. Janus scratched his head. They were going out for dinner, on a date
Maybe this would be where Janus asked? Patton wasn’t sure anymore what the significance of marriage was, but he did know is that it was important to his humans
He wasn’t sure how long they were gone, but they both seemed extremely happy when they came back, so he assumed the question had been asked. He rubbed against their legs, purring to show his happiness at their own.
Virgil grinned, crouching down
“Hey Midnight! Look!” Virgil showed his hand, which Patton noticed had a ring on it. He sniffed the ring and pushed his head into the hand, satisfied that he was correct. His friends showed up the next day for a party about the occasion
It was loud. Patton didn’t like loud noises very much. He ran away from the small party the minute a balloon popped and had a nap in his room instead
The wedding took place a year later, and really only was the two humans and Patton there for the actual officiating, since they didn’t want to make a big deal of it. Patton had forgotten even more things, and he didn’t know what he’d forgotten
He was maybe six years old in terms of how long he’d been a cat. He went to the vet every year, and every year, he hated it. The vet would get close to him, and he didn’t know the vet, so it was like they were threatening him
Virgil always gave him treats afterwards, though, and Janus gave him cuddles in the car to calm him down whilst Virgil was driving. Patton didn’t know why the vets visits were important, but he went through with them.
A few years down the line, and Patton couldn’t remember anything beyond Virgil finding him as a kitten. He didn’t even know why he called himself Patton anymore, his humans called him Midnight, though he’d heard them use the name Patton before, addressing another human they knew but somehow Patton had never seen
He never started calling himself Midnight in his mind though, it felt wrong in a way he couldn’t understand or explain. His humans still were happy, were still together, but it hurt when Patton tried to move now.
He was ageing, but the humans still seemed the same as ever. Were humans immortal, he wondered, or did they simply age slowly?
He wasn’t sure. He started walking towards his humans bedroom, but he was a lot slower than he used to be, and his bones ached with every movement. They had for about a month now, and they were just getting worse
Virgil came downstairs soon enough, and he said something in a soft voice, picking Patton up. Patton wasn’t sure what was said, but he was sure that he remembered being able to understand humans before
Virgil brought him to the box that took him to the vet. Patton didn’t like his small box, or the vet, but he didn’t have the energy to run away anymore. Whilst they were in the car, Virgil sounded worried and kept talking at him
Patton knew, deep down, that this was probably the end, and this would be the last time he got to see his humans. He let out a low whine, looking through the front of the box.
The vet did something to him, and the pain went away as he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was... Well, he wasn’t sure where he was, but he was in a human body. The memories came flooding back to him.
He... oh, gosh was he dead? He looked at his hands. Everything looked the exact same as the day the curse was placed, down to each and every detail on each doodle. He wandered for a while, feeling numb, until he found somewhere where he could observe Earth below
He cried. He would see them again one day, he reminded himself.
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The Thing About Guardian Angels~ Chapter 5
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Virgil would’ve paled dramatically if he wasn’t covered in fur. Those few words were the last things he wanted to hear, and it made him realise that him and Patton had been speaking English, and not the language of the cats. He cursed under his breath, before looking up at the humans.
“Uh, hi?” He tried, awkwardly
“What are you? I sincerely doubt that you’re a cat, seeing as you’re talking and you teleported earlier” Janus asked dryly
Virgil looked at Patton nervously before re-opening the mind link “What should I say?? Wait- if you go ask Logan really quick if we can tell them, I’ll talk to them until you get back”
Patton hesitantly nodded and teleported to Logan’s palace in the heavens.
“Where’s he going?” Roman asked, accusingly
“Okay, first of all, chill. Don’t go blaming Patton for anything, don’t get mad at Patton, don’t do anything to Patton, or you might find yourself dead” Virgil glared, knowing full well that he wouldn’t kill Roman; it would make Patton and Remus sad. If Patton would be sad, Virgil would be sad, and if Remus was sad, then Logan would be mad (he was very protective of his partner) and if Logan was mad, Virgil would probably be the one to die.
Roman gulped, but Janus glared right back “You’re avoiding the questions” he stated
“Well, I can’t answer the first one until Patton gets back, ‘cause he’s going to try get permission to tell you. If we can’t tell you, ask Remus”
“Wh- why would Remus know..?” Roman asked hesitantly
“Again, can’t tell you until I’ve got permission” He shrugged
“Who are you even getting permission from? How can you teleport? Why were you even pretending to be a cat? Do you always look like a cat?” Roman shot questions like they were canons
“Can’t tell you, can’t tell you, because I had to, and no, I don’t” Virgil answered just as fast
“What do you usually look like then? And why did you have to?”
“I can’t tell you what I look like, but I can tell you that you’re about four inches tall compared to me and Pat when we’re in a more comfortable form. And we had to because it helped us do our job” Virgil replied smoothly
“but what is your job? Why is it so crucial to get permission?!” Janus was getting frustrated
Patton chose that moment to pop back into existence. In angel form. With Logan. Who was about a hundred and ten feet tall.
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Logan was watching Remus with a small smile on his face. The human was practically glowing with happiness as he skipped through trees and explored caves, and Logan loved that his partner could find happiness in his creations.
The moment of bliss was interrupted by a panicked and upset Patton flying in with tears in his eyes.
“L-Logan! They were getting suspicious and I panicked and I ran away to under the wall, but it was so fast and it just made them more suspicious, and then Virgil teleported to where I was because he knew that I was upset, but Janus was watching, and then Virgil was calming me down but then the humans found us and we realised that we were speaking English” he rambled, very nearly crying
“okay, so lets go back down to Earth and explain, is that okay? I needed an excuse to go down there anyway” He tried to put on a sympathetic tone, though things like that didn’t come easy to him
Patton nodded and wiped his eyes, understanding what Logan was trying to do.
“O-okay, thanks..”
They teleported down to Earth, towering over the humans greatly
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Roman gulped, looking up at who he could only assume was Patton, based on the fluffy looking, almost-white hair, and the tear stained cheeks. He remembered that Patton seemed to be crying earlier. What was really scary, though, was the other person. They were easily a hundred feet tall, with an aura of power and sophistication. Their eyes were the blue of the deepest parts of the ocean, but also forest green whenever they blinked.
It was.. terrifying, to say the least. He looked at Janus, who appeared to be backing away. Virgil’s voice came out from under the wall
“Oh, so we’re doing angel forms now? Okay then” he crawled out of the hole and started growing. The fur disappeared and was replaced with a regal outfit in a swirl of black, lavender and violet, in contrast to Patton’s white, grey and blue. Though, they both had pure white wings, each feather probably larger than the humans
Roman had to tilt his head all the way back to look at their faces, and that in itself was intimidating, though not as intimidating as when the tallest spoke.
“Salutations, I am Logan, or, as humans seem to recognise me, God”
Wait, what- nonononono, this had to be a dream, it had to be, there was no way that God himself was standing in front of him. And there was absolutely no way that he was named Logan.
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Summary: Remus has always been impulsive and difficult. He’s the ultimate bad boy who parties all night and your parents would never want you to hang around with. He definitely would never under any circumstances help an abandoned kitten.
Note: Inspiration from @kkachi35‘s own cat au but I wanted to write it as a Remus with all the sides as cats. This has been sitting in my drafts for such an embarrassing amount of time, haha! Eventual Demus!
*Warning for some swearing and discussion of animal abuse*
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Even Remus was wincing from just how loud the music was. It seemed to rattle against his ear drums and set his teeth on edge. Maybe the beat would knock them all out. But he kept his focus on his bottle. It was firmly grasped in his hand up by his chest. His thumb was pressed over the top. He kept his shoulders loose and he kept laughing at people’s jokes. Someone must’ve announced that it was time to actually hit the clubs. The music shut off and he merely followed the blurry shadowy torso heading towards the door. “Hey Reem! You mind downing mine!” A voice bellowed. A cup thrusted towards him.
“And mine!” Another drink was quickly slammed into that original cup. Three more drinks were wonkily poured in and a healthy dose of ketchup was added before they placed it in his hand.
“Woo!” Remus cried out with a wild grin and downed it. If he swallowed quick then he wouldn’t notice the lumps of ketchup. It was gross. But he didn’t focus on that.
They cheered along with him and several arms around his shoulders pushed him outside. It was beginning to rain. Not exactly heavy but enough to make him sigh. “Hang on, just let me piss!” He called out already knowing they would keep walking and he’d have to catch up. Bunch of assholes.
But it was while he was finishing his business that he saw something move from the corner of his eye.
It was a kitten.
“Oh shit!” Remus breathed without thinking before running over to the blackened lump. Of course it immediately skittered back, falling backwards. “Oh you poor thing...”
It wasn’t in good condition. Of course, he slapped himself. It had some still bloody scars around his face despite being so absolutely tiny. It was hard to tell if it truly was a kitten or just a really small neglected adult. It was shivering violently, staying crouched low to the ground like its legs couldn’t straighten. It’s ears were pushed firmly back and was trying to push out some yowl.
“Hey, come on... It’s raining. You must be soaking...” He mindlessly muttered as he pulled off his jacket but the cat yowled and swiped any time he tried to get too close. He shook his head and just hovered it above the cat. At least he was shielded from the rain for now. He could now feel the cold ground bleed through his jeans but he shrugged it off. This kitten was sitting completely caked in mud and he really wanted to complain, really? “Poor fucker...” He carefully stretched his hand out, ignoring the puffed out spikey fur, and started carefully scrubbing away at the dirt on its little tiny forehead. His finger was just smudging its fur further but he thought maybe it would be a grey cat. His arm strained from holding the jacket up but he kept steady.
He started badly when he heard a text blast through the quiet alley.
Hey, where are you?
Little did he know was that he had already been shielding this mangy cat for the past 15 minutes. The kitten now decided to finally get closer. Its tiny body next to his clumpy huge boots. Shivering so hard it could barely fumble forwards as it curled up next to his shoe. “Oh I can’t... C’mon, me and you now!” He whispered as quietly as he could and scooped it up using his jacket. Now he felt himself tearing up. This was a tiny neglected kitten and the best he could offer him was a stupid leather jacket! That’s not warm! “Oh! Poor kitten! You could’ve been killed! Frozen! Oh and the street right in front of you an- You could’ve gotten slaughtered!” Remus started walking while gently bobbing the kitten like it was a baby.
His mates were completely out of ear shot, meaning they had to be miles away now. Sighing, he peered out the alleyway nervously before stepping out under a streetlight. The kitten was lost under the folds of jacket but a tiny meep proved that it was still there. Remus puffed his chest and then marched forward. The rain was slowly soaking his hair and he could feel himself starting to match the kitten’s shivering.
He got to the end of the road before it hit him that he had no idea what he was actually doing.
“Ugh, you’ve probably got fleas or something. Oh and maybe even tics! I don’t know if I’m good against lyme disease! Oh...” Remus mumbled with a frown, “Maybe I should just let nature take its course...”
A car drove past into the street causing him to flinch. He probably looked exactly like the time he nicked someone’s phone. His thin tastefully ripped top seemed useless against the freezing cold. It was pitch black. Not helped by the fact that he knew that the streetlights would turn off in another hour. The kitten meeped again and fought through the coat to peek out. Its paws were clawing uselessly. “Right...” Remus muttered and juggled the cat before pulling out his phone, searching for the nearest 24 hour vet.
To make it worse, it was only round the block from his apartment. But he was at a mate’s. A mate’s house that was a 20 minute walk away. The wind started to pick up and the rain started to quickly feel like a whip.
“Well, I hope you don’t mind jogging kitty!”
The man that should’ve been standing guard over the vet’s reception was currently mopping the floor with a bored scowl. He was muttering bitterly over the very invention of a 24 hour vet’s clinic when no reasonable pet owner would ever rush in at 2am, they always wait until the morning, so what was even the point! It was just an entire shift of trying not to get bored out of his skull.
The door beeped and he heard heavy footsteps clomp up to the reception. He perked up and instantly he put on his work façade. Only for the that to falter when the bell was rung over and over and over again. Pushing away his scowl, he called out a greeting and stood straight as he walked up to the desk.
Oh.
There was a man in an absolutely shredded threadbare crop top that showed off his ratty happy trail. He was dripping wet with the storm that slowly crept in with his hair already forming thick curls plastered against his forehead. His baggy camo jeans were huge on him and the worn away grey chunky boots just captured the look beautifully. But what was truly the cherry on top was the musk of booze that blasted from him.
Janus smiled widely and leaned on the desk. Maybe if he thought he was charmed by his horrendous appearance then maybe this interaction will go quicker.
“Hello, how can I help?” Janus’ voice was unrecognisable with how soft and preppy he sounded. Two years experience to hone in his work self.
“I found a cat.” Remus dumped his leather jacket onto the desk and simply let the kitten try to bat its way free. The vet simply looked at him but Remus smiled wider and rested his hands on his hips. Janus slowly crept his hands up to the desk and peeled away the leather jacket. The kitten sprang free and shook fiercely before then hissing at how close Janus was.
“Ah I see. And is this your cat?”
“Nah, I was pissing in an alleyway and found it! Now that I think about it, I might have accidentally splashed it. I don’t really focus on where I ai-”
“Okay, well what I will do is give them a wash and then an examination.” Janus spoke surely enough that Remus simply followed his lead, “Then I will check for a microchip once I have an idea of the cat’s wellbeing. Simply judging from their size, I’m pretty sure I won’t find a chip. No one would let a kitten this age or size out of their sight. If you’ll wait and I’ll keep you updated.”
“Coolio!” Remus chirped and snapped around to the empty waiting room. Janus rolled his eyes but he focused on the kitten only.
Remus slumped on to the wooden seating (nice and uncomfortable) and braced his head in his hands. He closed his eyes tiredly and doublechecked he still had his phone in his pocket, he didn’t dare look at the time. He had received a couple messages from the guys but he didn’t look at any of them. There was some clattering from the vet room but otherwise he was left by his lonesome.
The kitten was adorable. Just like all other kittens in existence! Nothing special. He would sit here until he finds out what is happening with the cat then he could walk home and get an earlier nights sleep than he expected to get. The cat along with the quick jog in the rain meant he sobered up and he could now feel his head start to throb. At least the cat was now all sorted out.
But then... he didn’t check on the kill policy of the clinic.
Oh sweet lord, he didn’t check their kill policy. “Oh wait! Bring the kitty back here!” Remus screeched out while pulling up a google search. The guy quickly skittered around the corner, back behind the reception desk, with a dripping wet kitten mewing in his hands.
“What!” The guy demanded with his eyes wide. By now google had loaded and Remus let out the breath he was holding.
“Nah, nevermind,” Remus dismissed him with a wave. He went back to trying to pass the time but eventually he realised that no footsteps were sounding. There was still the occasional dripping. He looked up.
“What!” The guy frowned in exasperation, looking this close to actually throwing the kitten at him.
“Oh... I uh,” Was this rude to say out loud? Well, Remus was rude so maybe it didn’t matter, “I didn’t check beforehand your kill policy but you don’t have any. So y’know. All’s good!”
“Yeah. We uh... we can hold small animals for two weeks and place an adoption notice on the board behind you. After two weeks, the animal is then given to a no kill shelter,” The guy huffed before walking back into the vet room, leaving Remus thankful that such a convenient place existed right under his nose all along.
Yeah, he would just sit here and wait for the results then leave the kitten to be adopted later. God, he couldn’t wait until he could finally get into dry clothes. Then he could sink into his bed and sleep until the sun went down again. He rubbed his hands through his hair as if that would help dry it off. Maybe the kitten is hoping for the same. Well, he hoped that the kitten would be able to sink into a bed to then sleep until it also fell into a coma. Surely a vet would have little beds for all the animals? But then maybe they probably wouldn’t give blankets and little cat pillows as well. And even that was presuming that they gave kittens beds! Surely... Google gave him no answers and he flopped back. Kittens deserved a very comfortable palace at which to lay down in. Those cold metal cages didn’t look very good...
A glance up and he saw he left his leather jacket dumped on the desk. He huffed a laugh and swiped it off. There was a smudgy pawprint of mud from the kitten.
Yeah he would rather be violently murdered than leave this kitten here.
It was another half an hour before the man came back from to the reception desk with a smile despite not actually having the kitten with him. Remus groaned loudly and slumped over to the desk, much to the chagrin of the vet. Who even smiles when there’s no kitten pawing cutely around, “What’s the verdict?”
“Congratulations, it’s a boy,” Janus stated plainly, “Despite how he looks, he’s not in bad condition. He obviously had his own impressive flea infestation but medication has been given. Not surprisingly, he is very underweight and hasn’t been socialised with humans yet but neither should be any problem. He’ll gain weight now he’s being looked after and kittens are incredibly trusting and melt under affection, so he should be socialised in maybe a day if that. Of course there was no chip.”
“Okay, sounds all that not terrible! Am I okay to take him home?” Remus slammed his arms against the desk like a child demanding more. There the vet finally let his work version slip. He looked like he was dreading this question.
“I am really sorry. This is going to come across rude,” Remus wished this wasn’t the first time someone was saying this to him when he was told something. The guy didn’t even look at all sorry, “But I’m not sure I trust you with a tiny fragile terrified kitten.”
Remus tried not to let his anger boil but he was never good at that, “And why is that? You don’t fucking know me, thank you very much!”
“Y-you’re drunk! You look like you’re dressed like a teenager and clearly you must live like one as all your clothes are dirty! I am sorry but you aren’t in the right frame of mind for this decision and it’s clear you don’t have the responsibility to look after an animal that lives for up to 20 years!” Janus blushed as his voice rose but he kept his ground. He couldn’t let this man just take that tiny fluffball of a kitten. Remus seemed to deflate like a balloon let go. His eyes closed and he tipped his head back to the ceiling.
“What... will then happen to him if he stays here? Like... I mean I presume you’ll at least try to keep him comfortable with kitten blankets and pillows. But, like what are his chances of being adopted?” At this Janus froze. While mixed in with a healthy dose of drunken rambling, that was at least a promising sign that this guy was trying?
“It’s always a gamble. He could never be adopted and just moved to a bigger shelter or he could be adopted in the morning. I can’t say. Kittens do tend to go quickly but on the other hand not many turn to vets for their pet buying.”
Remus slumped back upright and paid for the vet’s time. There was no reason to put up a fight. Yeah he had the money for a cat, he worked from home and his apartment probably wouldn’t care if he kept pets. But that doesn’t magically mean he could take home whatever animals he found for the fun of it. There was no point torturing this probably underpaid guy with a tantrum. He did have a point. The vet looked funnily at him but he didn’t take too much notice. The man clearly had made his point. Pulling open the door to leave, a voice stopped him.
“Listen! I’m not supposed to reserve animals but I’ll make sure to not advertise we have a kitten up for adoption... until say Monday. At like 8am. If you happen to be the first one there and you’re actually sober then the kitten’s yours.” Janus had no idea why he was doing what he was. The guy acted weird. Yeah, maybe he gave up really easily and did seem actually super concerned for the kitten. But he had to stand by his point. There was no way this guy could ever get up before 10am anyway...
Remus burst into a bright grin. That was only 3 days away! He could do that. He had his eyes on that kitten first! As he left, he made sure he look at the guy’s nametag ‘Dee’.
Those 3 days were the most motivated Remus had ever felt in awhile. Waking up the next... afternoon with a hangover stopped him from really thinking about it. It wasn’t until the evening he actually remembered the kitten he swore to protect with his life. Now surely that was a bad sign. He forgot that kitten existed for the better half of a day! Surely he should just let someone better buy the kitten. That adorable tiny kitten that curled up against him and made beautiful art on his jacket...
But Remus swamped those bad thoughts as he lurched out the door to the nearest pet store. He received many weird looks but that just meant he was doing his job! Nothing was more satisfying than lugging all his brand new cat stuff home. He now had a cat bed with the kitten’s own personal fluffy blanket (that just happened to match his own green spotty blanket) and he bought the materials to sew the cat’s own tiny pillow. There was plenty of cat toys with many being catnip related as he definitely wanted his cat to be a stoner thank you very much! He ended up buying four different brands of the exact same cat food. From what he remembered from other people with cats, each cat had one brand of food they liked and one brand only. Remus shrugged. They all tasted the same but he was happy to default to his kitten’s correct opinion on what is the best food.
He even, very pettily, made sure to get up at 2am on Sunday to then walk into the same vet again. He waited until the worker finally walked to the desk while desperately praying that Dee would be working that night, otherwise some poor worker is about to be very confused. But thankfully, the man himself was there! Dee, with his terrible green uniform that somehow showed off his lean build in all it’s flat glory. He had a patch of eczema that wrapped around one of his eyes that only emphasised his heterochromia. Who knew that now he wasn’t drunk, he could actually appreciate the sight before him. “I hope you haven’t found another kitten?” Dee smirked with a lopsided look.
“Sorry, I’m spoken for,” Remus winked before turning to look at the collar rack near the desk. But then his mind finally kicked into gear, “I mean spoken for in terms of uh... pussy! I may be persuaded by the other side.” He congratulated himself in his mind. Said he was single and gay all in the same breath. God he was amazing at this!
“Oh well excuse me,” Dee rolled his eyes, giving Remus nothing to work with! He watched him carefully browse through each and every collar before speaking up again, “Why are you so determined by this cat?”
“It’s a kitty!” Remus answered without looking up.
“Yeah yeah, I get that. But here you are at 2am to buy a collar just to prove that you can be a responsible cat owner. Most people tend to get over the cuteness after a day.” Remus paused at this. Why was he doing this?
“Hah! What makes you think I’m here to prove a point?” Remus taunted with an exaggerated wiggle of his pubey mustache.
“Oh not at all this note that fell out of your back pocket when you first walked in,” Janus taunted. Remus blushed. He whipped around to see Dee standing behind him with his scrap of paper with his scratchy writing proudly stating:
Remem Remeber to get up at 2am to annoy the shit out of Dee (Vet Guy)
“Is that your way of saying you were staring at my ass,” Remus blushed harder and kept his gaze down, despite how confident he sounded. Janus cackled good naturedly and handed him the note back.
He ended up buying the light blue collar with an obnoxious silver bell. “So this is the one is it? After 15 minutes, this is the one,” Janus drawled out.
“I get it,” Remus grimaced at it, “Gender role colours suck. But look me in the eyes and tell me that that kitten back there doesn’t give off baby blue vibes!”
“You knew him for like 10 minutes!” Janus laughed along with him.
“I don’t hear you proving me wrong!” Remus sassily stared him down before clicking his fingers, “That cat there is baby blue vibes and the obnoxious bell because something tells me this cat is going to be rambunctious!” Janus laughed at him again and Remus finally took his leave, already counting down the days he would walk back into the vet.
On Monday at exactly 7:40, he stood inside the vet vibrating at the poor receptionist lady. While he would’ve loved to get the kitten from Dee, he also understood that no human would ever work at 2am at night then 8am the next day. The poor lady finally read the sticky note Janus left and melted in relief that this random man wasn’t trying to very obviously mug them. “Right, so let me just grab your paperwork!”
“Ugh!” Remus groaned but prepared himself. This was just another test until he earned that kitten. They went through the paperwork and medical advice before the vet finally asked the one question Remus didn’t ever expect her to ask.
“So, what are you naming the cat?”
All the trips to the pet shop, the food brands, gloating to Dee about how responsible he is, him coming to pick up the kitten in clean clothes, all of that went down the drain. He had completely forgotten that the kitten will need a name.
“Oh ah... name right! So name. Well obviously it has to be the most cursed horrific name possible. That’s what pets are there for y’know?” Remus asked the receptionist to her horror but now he had turned away, indulging in his own special brand of creativity, “I’ve always liked the idea of giving pets human names because that’s just objectively funny. But names like Ian and Bob are just boring and normal now. I can’t be predictable. I mean, I’m already getting a kitten, I can’t have people think I’ve actually turned sane. Hmm... I like the idea of it being an old fashioned proper grandpa name. A name of all the dead grandpas. Or I guess I could say fuck you to gender roles and name my kitten a grandma name too... Nah, all old lady names are too clunky to say. Ethel? Horrific, what a mouthful, not catchy at all. So what names does th-”
“How about Patton?” The lady hesitantly butted in. She kept glancing over to the growing queue of people behind him but secretly Remus was glad she threw something out there. His rambling never led to anywhere good.
“Patton?”
“It’s my grandpa’s dad’s name. I always thought that was a old stuffy sounding name. I mean it’s your choice obviously and I’m sorry but I think you should make your choice soon?”
“Nah, I’m happy wi- wait no! Don’t you vets name the animals something stupid so not to get attached? I mean I read that on Tumblr so it might not be true, but what have you been calling him?” Remus asked with intensity that was absolutely needed for such a question.
“Oh, Dee has a habit of choosing bad names from his philosophy classes so they’re all such a mouthful. He’s been called Morality so far,” She answered which caused Remus to cackle insanely.
“Oh wow! If cats truly represented our morality then no wonder humans are fucked up! Hah, that’s great. Yeah... nah, you can just put Patton. He can be my little Pat Pat for short!”
After all of that, she disappeared into the backroom. Finally! Remus squirmed at the desk which earned him another impatient look from the guy who was now talking to the other receptionist. But after a minute passed, he tapped his fingers annoyingly loud against the counter. On a whim, he saw a pack of post-it notes on the desk and he lunged for one. The other guy was too distracted to notice, or maybe he was just surprised that Remus did that and didn’t want to deal with that argument. He scrawled in his chicken scratch writing,
Hey Dee! Not responsible enough my left ass check! -Remus and ‘Morality’
He made extra sure to doodle a paw print next to Morality. He was Remus’ kitten now and he would definitely also enjoy showing up Dee. The door opened with the lady and his new kitten just after he finished sticking the note to the computer screen.
Patton was right up against the grate in the kitty box, as if rearing to go. He let out the girliest squeal he could and gently clasped the box to his chest. This was his now. This living creature was now under his protection. He prodded his finger through the grate to pet at his fur to which he let out a kitty curious ‘merp’ before skittering backwards in the crate. He was already so much calmer and socialised than the first time they met. It wasn’t like he was that aggressive when they met so he really shouldn’t be so surprised at that. Patton was now finally visible and his guess was true, he was a grey kitten with a rounded fuzzy face. The cuts on his face awkwardly framed his eyes but Remus almost smiled wider at that. As someone with many visible scars himself, he could feel his brain latch on to Patton all the more.
Now a normal person would have simply walked home with the carrier being carried normally. Yet Remus cradled the box with the grate pressed against his face. It was sad that he was able to walk back to his apartment almost completely blinded like that with no problems. He had way too much practise with letting himself into the apartment when he could barely walk.
Remus squealed again once the door closed. This was now officially official! Now he just had to put to use his hours and hours of research into use. Everyone ever had said to open the travel box and, even if it took hours, let the cat come out and explore on its own violation. He carefully slowly prised open the door and then jingled across his flat to hide behind his kitchen door.
Patton instantly came trotting out the cage and ran up to him. He was purring against his knee before Remus’ brain reloaded and he gently stroked his back. He arched his back to meet the gentle touch. “I will die for you,” He whispered out to the apartment, Patton only meeped before purring like a jet engine.
As he stroked, he caught on his spine. His spine was that visible. He counted up to 12 before stopping himself. His spine was visible from the outside. The ribs were as well. Bones that could rupture the poor kitten’s skin. Remus bit harshly into his finger. Patton had the prettiest blue eyes, he would write poetry about it only if people wouldn’t mistake it for an actual normal love poem.
But that did rise a good question. Now that he had no plans to look forward to and was just forced to settle into his decision, the thought hit him hard. How the hell was he supposed to explain a kitten. His mates would make... short work of the poor bugger. Nausea rose through his throat as Patton perched his front legs on to his chunky boots.
Patton mewed. This tiny kitten that came with a bunch of leaflets on how to treat neglected animals was his responsibility.
“Oh what have I done...”
It thankfully only took an hour for him to gain the energy to get up again. That was a shorter time than usual. Patton needed to eat. Leaflets stated that Patton probably would overeat or eat too fast during the first few days so to feed him a little amount often. Kittens had a lot of growing to do anyway, let alone a neglected kitty cat. Patton was still cluelessly demanding attention when he was pouring some kibble into his cat bowl (neon pink with cartoon smiling blue fishes). The poor sod clearly didn’t know what food being poured sounded like. He never turned the lights on in the apartment but he made no move to get up. It was still a little bit before the sun would fully rise and the flat looked gloomy. Patton was predictably wolfing down the food like it was going to evaporate. He was surprised at just how quick he inhaled that. It was almost like the kitten could unhinge his jaw. His butt was facing him as he buried his face into the bowl. He was sitting on the floor with his boot beside the kitten. He flicked his foot, knocking Patton sliding on the floor. He paid him no attention and beelined for the food. Remus bit his finger and shook it off.
The day continued weirdly as normal as usual but now Remus only ever had one hand available. He made the mistake(?) of picking up Patton after he was fed and now Patton screamed whenever he went to put him down. That’s right. Even when he bent down. Not even when he actually put him down on the floor. But then again, Remus happily took this responsibility. And to think the vet warned him he wasn’t socialised. Patton was now his littlest baby that of course deserved to be held away from the cold floor.
“Patton, what should I eat?” Remus asked the little squished kitten face that was scrunched against his shoulder. Patton, of course being a kitten, said nothing, “Yeah I get that...”
Then he stumbled on a picture of someone’s full grown cat happily perched and pacing along their shoulders. Squealing, Remus shuffled in his spinning chair. “Oh you better do that in the future! Look at that! Look at that Cat Face!” He held out Patton to the monitor but he violently wiggled away just like when he placed his headphones over his tiny fragile head.
Feeding him quickly became a hassle with Patton’s demand to be carried. Clearly he was a smart kitten as the second he huffed the bag to the counter Patton would start straining to escape like a freshly caught fish. He was impossible to hold. That was three times he had accidentally flung Patton head first into the bag itself. Not that he minded clearly.
His night time routine was a little different now.
“Pat, come on! I’m the bigger one! I get to chose where you sleep,” He whined like the toddler he was, “Do you really think I tested all those cat beds and got all those stares just for you to refuse to leave my bed!”
“Mrrp!” Patton’s eyes were closed in bliss as he stretched out further into a ridiculous arch right in the middle of the bed.
“Pat!” He tried to yell but Patton ignored him for his own indulgent bliss, “You’d think for a gross street cat, that you wouldn’t be so spoiled.” Yet Patton remained unoffended.
“You fucker... I could crush you easily y’know...”
Janus settled into another dead shift. He was following through his shift tradition of both cursing out his younger self for actually agreeing for the night shift and owners not bringing in their pets just for something to do. The counters were now cleaned and the only task he had to entertain himself was restocking the collars and squeaky toys by the desk. He already squeezed as much entertainment as he could from the note the guy with the kitten left. The door slammed open and the same guy came crashing in. “What if I kill him!”
Speak of the devil and there you have him.
“What?” Janus frowned before walking forward to help the guy up from his knees.
“Well what if I kill him! Bet you didn’t think of that now did ya!” Remus pointed a finger at him. There were bags clear under his eyes and Patton mewed at the dramatic flailing.
“Wait, you brought that cat with you for this!” Janus shrieked out more shrilly than he thought.
“I can’t leave him alone! He’s a poor defenceless kitten! You must be heartless,” Remus huffed out violently, “Plus he yells at God if I put him on the floor. He’s above all that y’know. He’s a fancy kitty. Therefore... what if I kill him!”
“Wait what!” Janus cried out again before slowing taking the kitten from him. The guy didn’t seem drunk. But he did seem tired... and wound up.
“I just can’t get the thought of my head. I must be hollow, it just keeps rattling inside!” Remus yelled out again. Janus closed his eyes steadily. This was a huge gamble. But, his heart hurt for this guy’s mood. He’s been there before.
“Okay then, I’ll take him back.” Janus grabbed a spare travel case (a horrible pure metal cage one that looked like it was from the 1920s) and swiftly dumped the kitten in to it.
“Oh...” Remus suddenly stopped.
“Go on then. If you truly think this is for the best then the door’s behind you.”
“Uh...”
“MOOOOOOOEOW!” Patton screamed out, a dramatic paw flicking through the bars for Remus.
“I- Will... How does th-”
“Listen. I totally believe you’re a horrible owner that would hurt this kitten but also carried him around all day and even cradled him outside to a shop just because you didn’t want him to be lonely.”
“But I-”
“All the horrible owners do that I’ll have you know. Thankfully you saw just what a horrible person you must be and have changed your mind to better yourself. Clearly a sign that you are truly evil,” Janus stood with his hands on his hips before grabbing the cat out of his cage, “You would of course never be a good cat owner.”
Remus grabbed his kitten without thinking and cradled him close to his chest. He was only wearing a sleep shirt and finally the cold of the night was getting to him. “I-I’m sorry. This is really awkward,” He chuckled.
“It’s okay. You’ve got this. So much more than you think you have. Morality is lucky to have you as his guardian angel!”
“Hah! I’ll have you know his real name is Patton. I just wanted to poke fun at you,” Remus awkwardly mumbled.
“Well what’s the fun if I can’t name them dramatic important names. Cats can be used to symbolise the darkest aspects of human life,” Janus looked off in the distance with an obnoxious smirk.
“I just like their little triangle ears,” Remus laughed again.
“You should go to bed. Even if you don’t sleep, you’re body still has the chance to take it easy with you lying down not really doing much,” Janus smiled, sympathy creeping into his gaze.
“Night Dee!”
“Night Remus, and of course good night Patton,” Janus waved.
A rocky night. But then what else was to be expected when Patton’s rescuer was Remus Sanders.
Some doodles I did. The Logan one is my current mood.
It’s either he smelt cookies or the others walked in on him wearing their stuff
Based off @jellyfishdooter’s commissioned artwork!
I made mini plushies of each side, they fit in one hand (except Deceit; he looks better if you hold him in two).
Each character is designed and followed exactly to Jelly’s artwork; slight modifications were made, such as deceit having different coloured heads and mismatched eyes, and Roman having a half mane.
Bonus:
In the original art, Virgil was human, so I made a bat in the same style as the artwork. The wings close up like a blanket.
Please ask permission from myself or Jelly if you want to post these anywhere else! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!