Summary : Joey hasn't been seen in a while. He says he sick. So (Y/n) visits to check on him. And describes something strange.
Fluff times.
@13apocalypse you wanted to see this!
Art by me!
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Joey hasn't been seen outside for a week now. And everyone was getting rightfully worried about his well being. Though he gave Corey one phone call, saying that he's really sick and needs some time off.
Corey understood at first, but then after four days he got impatient and started spam-calling Joey to get back to work.
So, out of all the people out there, (Y/n) is tasked with checking up on him by showing up at his house.
Parking the car, (Y/n) steps out and closes the car's door.
Looking at the house, their worry for Joey's well being only grows.
Walking up to the front-door, (Y/n) rings the door-bell, waits a minute and then rings the bell again.
Maybe Joey is really sick and unable to get out of bed?
(Y/n) digs into their pockets for their keys.
(Y/n) was once given a spare key once for emergency. This feels like an emergency so it's not trespassing at all, right?
Taking the keys, they unlock the front door and let themselves in.
Gently closing the front-door behind themselves.
(Y/n) is greeted by two cats, Meowing at them.
"hey." they greet the cats back.
"where is Joey?" (Y/n) asks the felines, getting no vocal answers of course, only meows.
"Okay, I'll look for him myself." they walk around the house, trying to find their way around and find
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From the darkness of under the blankets, Joey can hear someone walking around the house. He curls in on himself, shaking.
Praying that whoever is there to find what they are looking for and leave, maybe feed his cats on the way out? He hasn't done that yet today.
He hugs the pillow tighter to himself.
Oh God, he can hear them calling his name. Their voice sounds familiar, it's (Y/n), nearing his bedroom.
Better them than his band-mates right now.
"Joey? Are you in there? Are you okay?" their voice is muffled by the only barrier between the two of them, the door.
"Don-don't come in!" He calls back. But it's no use. Calling like that only increases the amount of concern that (Y/n) has.
"i haven't seen you in days. what's going on?" He can hear them calling. His cats meowing for him, scratching at the door to be let in. He can't bare to face them, let alone anyone for that matter, not with the way he looks now!
Despite being warned, (Y/n) opens the door and enters the bedroom.
Joey hopes that the blankets consume him into the void just so he can escape this situation.
He can hear footsteps nearing the bed he's on. He can feel his cats, jump on the bed.
"Joey?" (Y/n) asks, their voice lacing with worry.
He feel a comforting hand on his arm.
He let's out a whine, how could he even face them looking like this?
'you can't his forever' he thinks.
Just, introduce them to the changes. Slowly, he rises up in a sitting position on the bed, still tightly wrapped in the blankets, all is covered excepted his face.
"Hey (Y/n)." He greets meekly, watching as (Y/n)'s eyes soften at the sight of his face.
"dude, you have been here this whole time? No one has seen you in days." (Y/n) says. Joey looks away in shame. something under the blankets beside him is moving.
"I know." he replies. gripping the sheet around himself tightly. But he knows he can't hide anymore, now that (Y/n) found him.
"What's going on? What happened? Did someone die?" They ask boldly, tilting their head to one side.
Joey huff a laugh and shakes his head, "No, fortunately no one died (Y/n)."
"Then what is it?" They just keep pushing.
"Listen (Y/n), a wild cat that appeared in my yard a few days ago. It tried to shoo it away sense it was scaring my cats. It scratched me when i pushed it away and it scurried off." Joey explains. (Y/n) is still a bit confused.
"Something happened when it scratched me. I felt really sick that evening. And when i woke up..." Joey lifts the blankets off of his head, revealing a set of pointy cat ears on the op of his head.
They are black just like his hair, the very tips of the ears red like his highlights.
"Oh my god... Are-are those real??" (Y/n) gasp, reaching up to pinch the left ear. His face scrunches up at the feeling. "That tickles." He says. (Y/n) retreats their hand. "sorry." They mumble an apology.
"It reminds me of those Japanese cartoons..." They says staring at Joey's new features.
"and that's no all." He claims, lifting the blankets off of himself completely. Under the blankets was a tail hidden. The tail is just as black as the ears, the very tip is white. The fur on the tail is thick, like it's the tail of on of those Siberian forest cats.
"whoa!!" (Y/n) gasps in surprise. "can you move it?" They ask with stars in their eyes. Pointing at his new tail.
Joey's new ear flop back, he looks at his own tail and it starts moving like a fish on land, making a thud sound on the mattress.
"Holy shit." (Y/n) in awe at what's happening.
Suddenly Joey snatches their arms and looks at them. "Don't tell anyone about this (Y/n)!!! Only you know!! They would eat me alive (Y/n). Don't tell anyone!!!" The drummer begs and shakes (Y/n) to get his point across.
They grab his shoulders to calm him down. "Okay okay, calm down Joey. I won't tell anyone." Trying to help him. They stroke his ear again like before. He let's out a shaky sigh, "That actually feels kinda good." He admits, actually relaxing.
(Y/n) smirks at the drummer's reaction and continues to sort of pet him like they would with a real cat.
Perhaps, besides Joey's new cat features also comes with cat behavior.
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For the rest of the week, (Y/n) helps Joey around. They told the rest of Slipknot a white lie, that they discovered that Joey is in fact very sit and requested that only (Y/n) takes care of him while he 'recovers'.
Joey himself was stressed out and freaking out. what is the ears and tail never go away?! What if he's like this forever? He would never be able to leave his house again!
His senses are stronger as well. He panicked when he discovered he can see better in the dark now.
Most of the past two days you've been with him, he's under the table with the other cats most of the time. He says he likes it there now, somehow. (Y/n) theory is confirmed, his behavior is affected as well.
However, pats seem to calm him down, stroking his ears and his hair helped the most.
Joey seems completely unaware of how cute he's being these past few days. (Y/n) can't help but smile when they see his cat ears flick or turn when he hears something. Or when his tail swayed wildly when he was annoyed you forgot the eggs when doing groceries for him.
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(Y/n) wasn't playing to stay the night, but they got so caught up in the movie that they and Joey were watching together to realize how late it already is.
Joey is laying across (Y/n) lap.
(Y/n) is lazily stroking his head and his shoulders, getting him to relax after a whole week of stressing.
They smile and he squirms to get a bit more comfortable. He let's out a big sigh and gets comfortable, pushing back into (Y/n)'s hand that's stroking his head.
"I never thought you would like this so much." (Y/n) comments, not paying attention to the movie anymore. Looking down at the cat-boy on their lap.
They can hear him purring just like a real cat does.
"Neither did i." Joey mumbles a response, his right ear flicks, the tip of his tail lazily moving up and down rhythmically.
The two enjoy a moment of silence, only Joey's purrs and occasional noises from the TV breaking said silence.
Eventually Joey fell asleep on (Y/n)'s lap, the purring turning into little snores.
(Y/n) can finally stop petting him, their arm was getting tired.
Of course, They don't want to wake him up. So they just stay in place where they are, falling asleep themselves.
~~The next morning~~
(Y/n) wakes up first, a confused and in pain from their uncomfortable position. They groan quietly in pain, about to move before a weight on their lap stops them.
Looking down, they find Joey still asleep. His cat ears and tail now gone, he's just Joey Jordison once again.
(Y/n) smiles, They're gonna miss cute cat Joey though.
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I Have delivered you. Cat-boy Joey!!!! enjoy.
...I can explain.
The other day I was in a cat boy mood, and i asked my partner for characters to make into catboys.... so yea. I'm not in any way sorry.
Summary : Jim doesn't notice the changes until (Y/n) points it out.
(A/n) : I decided to turn the Cat-boy into a series and turn them all into Cat-boys, cuz why the hell not?
Fluffy as fuck.
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He does feel a little strange today.
He wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all! He would nap all day if he could.
The first things he does today is get some breakfast and make coffee, he could really use some right now.
After breakfast, Jim just gets one of his acoustic guitars, turns on some music and starts practicing.
Jim's not really feeling like doing anything today. Just some guitar practice and taking a long nap sound good.
He yawns while waiting for his coffee to be done, rubbing his eyes to let rid of the sleep in them.
Something he notices, is that the music he makes sounds so clear. Years of perform, the loud noise damages your ears over time. Perhaps it's his guitar.
He feels distracted, sometimes tickles him on his lower back.
Before he could investigate, there is a knock at the door.
He almost forgot! (Y/n) and him would hang out together today. Usually just to chat and catch up up. A little tradition the two had when he'd be home after months of touring.
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Jim puts the guitar aside and turns down the music to make it background noise. Then rushes over to the front door of his house where (Y/n) should be waiting for him.
He's beaming internally, he hasn't seen (Y/n) in so long! And had missed them for sure.
(Y/n) is running their thumb over the little gift they have brought for Jim, waiting patiently for Jim to open the door for them. They felt generous, besides they love his flustered smile whenever he's gifted something!
Aside from the birds chirping, (Y/n) can hear some shuffling from the other side of the door. But is more distracted by the chirping to react to the door opening in time.
"(Y/n)!" Jim has opened the door and without wasting time, embraces (Y/n) in a firm hug.
"Hello Jim, I missed ya." (Y/n)'s voice is muffled into his shoulder. They pat him on the back, flinching when something fuzzy swats their hand.
"what was that?" (Y/n) wonders as they full away. "what'd ya mean?" he asks.
(Y/n) takes a good look at him and their eyes widen in shock.
"What the hell are those!?" They point to the top of his head. The two things on his head twitch in confusion.
"What?" The guitarist reaches up to his head. he yelps when he feels something foreign on the top of his head.
Jim runs into the house, probably to find a mirror. (Y/n) is left at the front door, worried for their friend, they let themselves in and place the gift for Jim on the nearby table.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" (Y/n) hears Jim scream from what they assume to be the bathroom.
Worried for his well-being, (Y/n) goes into the direction of the noise, into the direction of the bathroom.
There in the bathroom, they find Jim in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink below the mirror, breathing hard and panicking.
"Jim?" (Y/n) asks. Trying to get his attention. The guitarist slowly turns to (Y/n), the panic present in his eyes. "What the hell..." His voice quivers as he tries to express his extreme shock. There are extra feline features attached to his body. a pair of pointy cat hears on his head, a tail of a short-haired cat. The tail sways like it has a mind of it's own. The ears pointing back in fear.
"Calm down Jim, we can figure this out..." (Y/n) takes hold of his forearms, in hope to calm him down.
"how did this happen?" He wonders, panting as he tries to control his own breathing.
"how would i kno-" (Y/n) cuts themselves off at they remember something.
"Joey had this problem." They confess, remembering cat-boy Joey.
"He did?!" Jim grabs (Y/n) arms, "how was it for him??"
"well..." (Y/n) thinks are while trying to remember what happened to Joey a couple months ago.
"He was pretty freaked out about it, rightfully. And the ears and tail disappeared after a week or so." (Y/n) explains to the guitarist. Jim has a hopeful look in his eyes, the ears perking up.
"Really? It leaves after a week?"
"I can only hope so."
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The guitarist has his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Seemingly ashamed of how he looks now. The two dark blond cat ears flattened, a fluffy dark blond and bruin striped tail curled up against his left side.
(Y/n) stares at his new features.
"You look cute though..." They dare to say to him.
Jim's head snaps up to look at (Y/n) in surprise, he looks a bit offended. "I'm not cute!" (Yes, you are.) Jim defends, looking pink in the face.
His new tail sways in irritation.
(Y/n) doesn't respond vocally, and only smirks knowing that a lot of people would agree with them.
"A few days right?" Jim asks again, seemingly to assure himself.
(Y/n) scoots over to sit right next to him, patting his shoulder in hope to calm him down.
"For Joey it was about a week. Like i said. I can only hope it's the same case for you."
(Y/n) says, their hand moving over to Jim's hair and patting him there.
Just like with Joey, It seems to comfort him too. He leans his head into their hand. A low purr emitting from the depth of his throat.
(Y/n) smiles at Jim's behavior. It really is cute. They scratch him behind the cat-ear, he let's out a quiet groan and pushes his head right into (Y/n)'s hand.
"That feels nice." He murmurs quietly.
(Y/n) chuckles, "I thought it would."
"I had a...'Welcome back' gift for you." (Y/n) speaks up after some silence.
The guitarist leans his head back to look at them.
"really? You shouldn't have." He smirks, his face flusters up.
It's just the expression that (Y/n) loves, causing them to smile.
"It's nothing special really, just some whiskey i thought you might like."
"Thanks (Y/n)."
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Over the coarse of the week (Y/n) and the guitarist hang out on his couch. (Y/n) patting him, getting used to his new features, and he gets used to his new heightened senses.
Him standing in his completely dark room to test his 'glow-in-the-dark eyesight' as he calls it. He is hearing all these new things. He claims to hear them clearly from the other side of the house.
He does eventually take it a lot better than Joey had in a way.
What Jim can't get enough of is affection. Being near (Y/n) and getting pats from them. It feels nice for him, and he purrs as well.
He becomes quite clingy actually. Not willing to leave (Y/n) alone as he seems to have a lot more appreciation for their company.
"ugh, i'm so tired." Jim complains, rubbing on of his eyes trying to get the feeling sleep out of them. "well, go take a nap then." They suggest to him after putting away the now clean plates of the lunch the two just had.
(Y/n) doesn't look at the guitarist, too busy putting away the clean dishes.
They can hear him stand up and walks up to (Y/n) and stand behind them with unintentional intimidation.
If Jim won't leave them alone like this, then (Y/n) can just take a nap with him right.So, (Y/n) guides him to where they think is his bed-room. Place him down on his bed and then lay down with him. He moves over and rests his head on (Y/n) 's chest, softly purring as they run their hands through his hair. He pushes his head into their hands, clearly enjoying it.
Jim nuzzles into (Y/n), holding onto this moment for as long as it goes.His tail swaying with glee at the affection he receives.
That face when your little brothers are pretending to be cats that can turn into humans and you realize they're probably going to be furries when they grow up.
