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@whatstheusein8morelives
Hi. Announcement: IF YOU ARE UNDER 16-18 YEARS OLD, DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOGS. DO NOT FOLLOW THEM, DO NOT LIKE THEM. ALL OF MY BLOGS CONTAIN ADULT TOPICS. WHY 16 to 18 and not just ‘if you’re under 18’? Because where I live people that are 16 can consent, so it’s just- a thing in my brain. WHATEVER. It’s not anything personal. I just- it makes me WILDLY uncomfortable. Please don’t make me comb through my god dang follower list to have to root anyone underage out like ticks.
It seems all the smiling critters are overworking themselves… how… fun…
Without CatNap being around and alive to act as an anchor and counterbalance, they refuse to rest.
ALL BLOGS ARE GOING ON HIATUS EXCEPT:
@nightmareoncritterstreet
@animemagiccritters
@critterificcasinoau
@afterlifecritters
@jadeblackrabbit
@whatstheusein8morelives
@carrionbird-poextouille
‘Oh but if you’re putting a buncha blogs on hiatus why do you keep making more’
I can’r CONTROL THE INSPERATION WHEN IT HITS OKAY?! IT JUST HITS AND I GOTTA GO WITH IT!
THE OTHER BLOGS WILL… EVENTUALLY COME BACK. PROBABLY. MY MIND IS A FUCKING PRISON.
Did Catnap just call him Damien?
“Thaaaaats my given name! DogDay’s just a nickname! Damien ‘DogDay’ Barksworth! Heir to the Barksworth family… The uh- biggest real estate empire this side of the planet… Haha…”
DogDay frowns and curls into a ball. “No one other than CatNap knows that- I’m worried everyone would… see me different if they knew I grew up all rich ‘n fancy.”
“…My mom and Dad are… awful people. Did you know I had to raise myself, basically? I had to learn to cook for myself at 5! FIVE! I never had any friends, except rich kids whos parent LOVED them! But no, my parents were- were- FLUFF HEADS!”
“Wow. Almost swore there. They must really make you upset.”
The dog gives a small smile at the joke
Warning: Self deprecation, self hatred, unhealthy coping mechanisms
He hasn’t seen CatNap which makes him just a little worried but it’s fine! It’s SO fine! It’s fine that all his friends are avoiding him, totally fine, yep! It’s not like the only value he has in his worthless life is-
He smacks himself across the face. Hard. “Nearly started to spiral there! Oof.” He rubs the red mark he left on his fur, shaking his head.
“Gotta get moving! Gotta work out gotta move- being active is the best way to be!”
He starts doing pushups. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Fourty- Fifty- still doing them even as his arms scream for him to stop. Need to keep moving.
Okay his arms gave out! No problem! Squats. He can do squats. And lunges! Yes. Good.
Keep going, DogDay. Gotta keep being active. Can’t let the negative thoughts cloud your head-
“-day.”
Keep going. Work out until ya can’t. All your friends need you in tiptop shape!
“Day.”
If you mess up you lose them forever and you’re nobody without your friends!
“Dogday?”
So even if it hurts you need to help! Help them move away, help them reach a better tomorrow! What does it matter if they leave you behind?!
“Dogday- Listen to me. Can you hear me?”
What does it matter if your closest, bestest friends are all going to leave you- what does it matter if Bobby and Bubba and Crafty and Hoppy and Kickin and Picky are going to move away! Don’t be SELFISH DogDay-
“DAMIEN!”
DogDay is knocked out of his spiral… finding himself laying on the floor. Oh goodness he has a bloody lip! How careless.
“Kitty! You came back! Oh thank goodness! I- Ha- I woke up and… you weren’t here!”
“DogDay, you’ve been working out since mid day. It’s fucking 12am now.”
“Oh! My bad Kitty.”
“Did you even EAT today?”
“Ummmmm- Yup! Haha. I ate lunch!”
Oh- it seems all their main qualities are amplified so badly that its become more of a curse
“I’m… gonna try something.”
CatNap stretches a bit- weird that he can still feel stiff even as a ghost- and walks to Bobby’s place.
Inside… woof, it’s bad. The bear’s place is a mess. Disorganized, trash everywhere- conspiracy theory style garbage on the walls planning on how to keep everyone happy and safe…
CatNap thankfully does find Bobby, though the bear is barely awake. He slowly walks over and wraps his arms around her, focusing…
“Hello little bear… you need your rest.”
He smiles as she suddenly yawns, and slowly guides her towards her bed. His form flickering as he pours energy into guiding her and influencing her to act on her exhaustion…
…
He loses focus, but it’s okay. He watches Bobby crawl into bed before he discorporates…
…Bobby had been so busy before a… weight settled onto her. A calming weight, like a heavy blanket. Gods she was so… sleepy all of a sudden. She walks towards her bed and lays down- and for a split second before she falls asleep, she can smell lavender.
How's Catnap doing?
CatNap walks out of the room- through the wall- before responding.
“…This dog is seriously fucking messed up. His friends are all messed up. It’s like there’s some big piece missing in their lives!”
“The bear lady is so over protective that DogDay got a papercut and she almost took him to the hospital.”
“The Chicken and the Rabbit- I followed them after they left. The bunny lady kept pushing herself to move and move and move until she literally collapsed, and the chicken carried her home.”
“I watched Picky cook- she kept missing or repeating steps, like she was running on fumes.”
“The elephant had about 50 cups of coffee that were all so full of caffeine it’s a miracle he’s still alive.”
“I found the unicorn pass out face down in a bucket of paint. It took most of my energy to get her out of it before she drowned! Glad I showed up in time.”
“They act like- like they’re all running on the bare minimum sleep! Is this normal, for me to feel so stressed out? I’m dead! A ghost! Emotions usually aren’t this clear since I died!”
That… rant out of the way, he floats back into DogDay’s room- frowning as he sees the dog sneaking a caffine pill.
“DogDay. Spit it out. Lay down and sleep.”
“But CatNap-“
“I’m your brain, right? If your brain says sleep. Then sleep.”
…DogDay grumbles but gets up and lays in bed, taking off hos shirt and pants before covering up with the blankets he had.
“Good dog.”
CatNap sits himself on the bed and strokes DogDay’s cheek until the canine drifts off.
Dogday's on house arrest for how long?
“Wellllll- I um… forget. I don’t keep track of time well when cooped up!”
“Five days, 20 hours and 11 minutes.”
“Oh! Thanks, best buddy!”
“Careful now, you’ll hurt the feelings of your ACTUAL best buddies. Hallucination, remember?”
DogDay laughs sheepishly and hides his face with his ears. “R-Right! Sorry. I just… you’re so EASY to talk to! Prolly cuz you’re in my head.”
omfg if you're the host that has a million blogs
Do you think the main blog just RANDOMLY reblogged the starter post?
Speaking of which, how are your friends doing?
“Well- Bobby is having me be on house arrest even though it was an accident. Kickin and Hoppy are doing okay! Uhhh- Oh, Picky learned how to make chocolate Ganache recently. Thank goodness I can digest chocolate. Bubba has been studying for some big fancy test thing, aaaaand Crafty has been doing an art tour around the country!”
“They all are such lovely people, DogDay. I wish I could meet them…”
“Ha, me too buddy!”
Hello Dogday, how are you feeling?
“Prrrrretty good! Are you guys hallucinations, too?? Yoi should meet my new friend CatNap!”
CatNap waves, floating a good foot or tow above the air in a relaxed pose.
“I mean- almost dieing? Bad. Very, VERY bad- but I’m okay now and NOW I have CatNap! He’s like all my other friends except no one else can see him!”
CatNap hummed. How long had it been? Two, three years? He was so stupid- he managed to trip and brain himself on a fucking nature hike.
It was traumatic to watch a fuckin mountain lion grab his corpse, tell ya what.
So. He was a ghost. Which was- odd. He didn’t know ghosts were a thing. And he hadn’t SEEN any other ghosts. He checked allll over the damn city. Every dishonorable death, suicide, homicide. Nada. Zip.
He just… wandered for the past 2 years. Eternally dressed like a greaser. Slick backed hair. Leather jacket. Jeans. He looked like a damn greaser… or- he assumed he did. Ain’t like mirrors work well with him anymore.
Anyway back to the point at hand, he had been wandering. And suddenly, this… fluffy orange ray of way-too-bright can see him. ‘Parently the dog hot into a real bad car crash and was legally dead for just enough time that he could come back… and see CatNap for some reason.
DogDay had a roommate. One who couldn’t spill his secrets. One that’d always listen… So what if it was a hallucination brought on from being legally braindead for a minute or two! He was fiiine. And his nee imaginary pal was a great guy!
