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[trebleklefkis]

@origingened​

Itty’s walking about the park, wading through chest-high grass. They’re looking for lost things, because it’s always nice to get to return them to their owners! They swing their key ring back and forth behind them with each step, listening to the clinks of metal and plastic get awkwardly interrupted by grass blades.

They hum a cheery tune as they go, following the rhythm they’ve created with their feet and keys. That is, until they see someone floating overhead. “Hmm, hmm... hmm??”

It’s hard to tell at first, with them silhouetted against the light, but Itty takes in the stranger through squinting eyes. That’s... gosh, they don’t want to assume when they’ve never met in person before, but...!

“Oh my gosh! Hi!! Are you who I think you are??”

[undyingjustice]

@origingened:

ivoryspear said: “What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

huh?

they know what keys are, obviously. but – okay, these ones smelled strange in a really enticing way, and the little rubber charm on the ring was so pleasantly chewy –

they grab the keys in their mouth and dart off. whoops, time to go!

“NO!!” Normally Undyne wouldn’t actually be terribly suspicious of a small critter carrying their keys around, but she did just watch this one investigate the keys for a minute before actually picking them up. That’s not the behavior of someone who owns something in the first place.

And neither is running away when confronted about it!!

She knows this game. She’s both witnessed and played it countless times, when her own royal guardsmen run off with bones that don’t belong to them. There’s no way she’s going to lose.

She vaults over a fence and sprints after the little cat. “GET BACK HERE!!!”

[suplex51]

Now, Travis Touchdown was a crazy cat man. Sure, the difference in both his age and number of pets compared to the stereotype spanned into the double digits. But Travis was a cat person, and he was crazy. No room for debate on this one, folks. Two-for-one case-in-point:

On that fine autumn day, Travis was enjoying a leisurely stroll / shopping spree throughout the Mermaid Cove Mall, as well as a totally-high-brow and intellectual debate over the current biggest names in anime. Now, his partner for the latter… that would be his beloved Scottish Fold, Jeane. You know… his cat.

The man was having a two-sided conversation with a cat— one who was decidedly non-fluent in any human-speak (at the moment, anyways; Travis was working on that).

See? Not exactly normal. 

But with that in mind, let’s move on to the main event. Travis and Jeane were knee-deep in roasting each other’s picks for “Character of the Season” or whatever, when two sets of eyes happened to fall upon something not too far ahead… something floating through the air… something heading straight for them.

And suddenly, that expensive, ‘some-assembly-required’ model Travis had just paid good money for found itself dropped onto the freshly-waxed floor— his hands having gone to cover his mouth. 

“Holy shit...” 

@origingened

[unstimmigeharmonie]

Die Forderung, die Illusionen über seinen Zustand aufzugeben, ist die Foderung, einen Zustand aufzugeben, der der Illusionen bedarf. [...] Die Kritik hat die imaginären Blumen an der Kette zerpflückt, nicht damit der Mensch die phantasielose, trostlose Kette trage, sondern damit er die Kette abwerfe und die lebendige Blume breche.

Karl Marx