He let out most of the damned creatures without a second of hesitation. Of course, I wasn't in the realm but for the love of time, why? Why here and why now? I watch from above on the ceiling of an old cottage as my military men stride forward to fight off the creatures of nightmares. I swear when I get my hands on that smiling bastard... They all scramble and scream.... The screams.... Piercing, lowly, death ridden screams.... I glance to my left, then to my right, and back to the left again. I lead my grey eyes onto the dark horizon, watching as the dim sun rises from the cover of the mountains. I sigh loudly and close my eyes, I can remember close to everything... But I can't remember that day... I can't remember the day I was... Born? Created? Made? Am I an object? Am I a being? These questions have haunted me for the longest... Adding on to my own thoughts and fears was not going to help... But it feels... Nice. It feels nice to think about it... Ah, I see that my men have fought back the wicked creatures into their dens... It was simply a matter of finding... I swiftly duck and jerk to the right, careful not to lose my footing. The sneaky creature was behind me the whole time? He laughs, his sharp rows of teeth shaking and quaking in his large mouth, his breath reeking of alcohol and fish. His smile widens as he twirls about, laughing and giggling, "Isss it not beautiful toooday?" I sense the tone of sarcasm and mock right away.... Oh what I would do to wipe that smug grin off of his face... I start with the basics. "Fool." I'm slightly startled at the rage in my own voice, "Have you seen the chaos you have reigned? This early in the morning?" That stupid thing laughs again, giving me a nose-full of cat breath, "Why yes! I do! Isn't it wonderful" he snickered. He leaned back, his wicked tail curved out from under his coat, wrapping itself into a spring position as he sat on it. "The morning... The start of a new day, what better way to start it off than with the roaming of MinuteMonsters?" "Asleep." I reply flatly. This Chester cat looking idiot has caused me so much pain and trouble... It's still a wonder as to why I still put him on trail after I beat him into the ground. It's a shame too, he really believes that he is stronger than me... I completely zone out, sudden shivers run up my spine as I feel the morning fog lift up higher into the sky, coating it with its smoky charm. The cat man still lingers, "We'll... Meet up later... For sure... I simply must check something..." He mutters. Before I can protest or grab him for that matter, he is gone. I once again sigh audibly, this was his third trick this week... And it's only Tuesday....
