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Warnings: Attempted dog attack, swearing, Hell

Word Count: 2377

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VROOOOOMMMMM

As soon as the car roared to life, Thimble's eyes snapped open and she was on her paws in an instant.

Tired, filthy and sore, the cat darted out from under the car with a yelp of fear, her small paws scampering across the street as fast as they could take her.

Heart racing and breathing hard, Thimble looked back over her shoulder, seeing the car she had slept under wasn't abandoned at all.

She looked back in front of her, skidding to a stop as she spotted what appeared to be a demonic dog of some sort.

Not again!-

The dog, spotting her, growled and let out a bark, charging towards her.

With a cry of fright, Thimble whirled back around, claws gripping the concrete sidewalk as she ran away as fast as she could.

No.. no.. no.. no..no!

Her paws thundered against the pavement as she raced down the street, the dog snarling as it chased after her.

The she-cat took a few sharp turns, ducking down alleyways and around buildings. When she couldn't hear the dog following her anymore, she slowed to a stop, breathing hard and shaking, eyes closed.

She sat, her paws bracing herself against the ground as she caught her breath, slowly opening her eyes.

A light caught her attention, and she looked over and saw a building that appeared to be a hotel of some sort.

A Hotel? In Hell?.. She thought.

The building seemed rather inviting, which was out of sorts for a dreaded place like Hell.

Spotting a figure in an upper window of the building, Thimble's ears perked as she spotted what appeared to be another cat.

This cat was curled up, asleep. It was solid black, with white marking on its face, ears, two front paws and its tail. It had one eye and a maroon collar.

Suddenly, Thimble heard sniffing and turned around to see the demonic dog sniffing the ground as it trotted around the corner of a building.

Once again, as soon as it spotted Thimble, it growled and charged after her with a bark.

Son of a-!

Thimble ran the only way she could.

Forward.

Heart racing, her breath coming out in short pants, the she-cat looked over her shoulder as she bounded towards the Hotel's front door.

The demonic dog was still chasing her, barking and growling.

As she looked ahead of herself again, Thimble slammed into the door with a thud.

Ow..

The dog was closing in on her, snarling, hackles raised.

With a terrified meow, Thimble frantically scratched at the door, ears pinned back and eyes wide in terror.

Let me in... Let me in!.. LET ME IN!

As the dog neared, there was footsteps from inside, and suddenly the door opened, the female demon who had saved her from the car more standing in the doorway.

Not even casting a second glance at Charlie, Thimble raced inside the building, her only focus on finding a place to hide.

She bounded past Vaggie, who was halfway to the door, straight into the lounge.

Still terrified, Thimble immediately located a hiding spot, under the couch against the wall.

Ignoring the spider demon that sat upon the couch, the she-cat immediately dived under the furniture, backing all the way up to a corner, trying to be as small as she could.

Angel Dust, who had been scrolling through his phone, gave a yelp, jumping up in surprise as Thimble dived under the couch, not quite knowing what it was.

"What the Hell was that?!" He said, pulling his feet up from the floor.

"Was it another roach?!" Said Nifty, popping into the room, wielding her needle.

Husk, who was behind the bar, cleaning a glass, shook his head.

"Looked too big to be a roach." He guessed. The winged cat demon paused, sniffing the air, a disgusted look on his face.

"Smells dirty, probably a rat or somethin.."

Hesitantly, keeping his upper body on the couch, Angel Dust peeked underneath the piece of furniture, squinting to see what was hiding in the darkness.

Thimble, ears laid back and still breathing hard in terror, hissed upon seeing the spider demon. She swiped her paw at him, claws extended.

Angel Dust gave a yelp, narrowly avoiding getting claws to the face, sitting back up on the couch.

"Definitely not a roach!" The spider demon said, drawing his knees to his chest, not letting his feet touch the floor.

Charlie ran in from the door, followed by Vaggie. "Guys! Calm down! You'll scare her even more!

Angel Dust looked at Charlie, horrified.

"Her?! You keepin rats as pets now?!" The spider demon proclaimed.

No! No, just...trust me, ok?" Charlie huffed, shaking her head.

"Yeah right! The last time I trusted you, I was thrown off the roof!" Angel Dust exclaimed, still on the couch and refusing to let his feet touch the floor.

Vaggie rolled her eyes, and Charlie, now focused on the cat, crouched down, looking under the couch.

Thimble sees her and, still cowering in the corner under the couch, hissed again, trembling.

From behind the bar, Husk's ears perked, hearing Thimble's hiss.

"Did the rat just hiss?" He said in slight surprise. Vaggie shot him a look that said really?

"Cockroaches hiss!" Exclaimed Nifty, climbing up onto the back of the couch behind Angel Dust. "Let me stab it!"

"Can yall shut up for one second?" Said Vaggie

Charlie rolled her eyes, then her gaze found Thimble's.

The cat was terrified, her fur puffed up, her ears laid back, and her claws gripping the floor.

"Hey, it's ok. It's me, remember?" Coos Charlie, looking at Thimble with a soft grin.

Thimble goes to hiss again, but then pauses, recognizing her voice.

It was the demon who saved her from the car!

Thimble meows hesitantly, still spooked.

"It's a cat you idiots" says Vaggie. Angel Dust relaxes at this statement.

Charlie smiles at Thimble encouragingly. "I know you're scared, but we won't hurt you."

Thimble's ears perked, claws relaxing their death grip on the floor, but she didn't move, still trembling.

Charlie sits back up, sitting on her knees, putting a finger to her lips to make sure everyone stays quiet.

Angel Dust is still on the couch, with Nifty beside him. Husk, curious but not wanting to admit it, had wandered out from behind the bar and was now standing behind the couch, leaning with his elbows against the backrest.

Hearing how quiet it had gotten, Thimble sniffed the air, nose twitching. The demons were still there, but they had fallen silent.

Maybe they are actually nice? None of them have tried to hurt me... At least not yet..

Ever so slowly, the she-cat edged forward towards the edge of the underside of the couch.

Still hidden from view, Thimble pauses when she notices the female demon crouched on her knees in front of the couch.

She won't let them hurt me... right?

Very cautiously, sniffing the air once more, Thimble slowly poked her head out from under the couch, ears perked.

The reaction was instant.

Angel Dust's expression melted into a grin, eyes sparkling as he "aww" -ed over Thimble.

Vaggie's serious expression softened slightly.

Husk, still standing behind the couch, raised an eyebrow, his grumpy face betraying nothing.

Nifty bounced up and down excitedly on the couch.

Charlie, still crouched on the floor, sitting on her knees, smiled softly.

Thimble froze for a second, taking in everyone's reactions, sniffing the air once more.

Then, taking a chance, the cat darted forward into Charlie's lap.

Please don't hurt me...

The sudden movement startled Charlie, but sensing that Thimble was seeking comfort, she gently scooped the cat up and hugged her close.

"There you go, you're alright. It's ok." Charlie said softly to the frightened cat, still sitting on her knees on the floor, everyone watching her.

Thimble, still trembling and frightened, nuzzled her face into Charlie's shoulder, as if she was trying to hide from the world, wincing slightly as her knife wound made itself known once more.

Continuing to hug her close, Charlie slowly stood up, running her hand up and down Thimble's back, trying to soothe her.

As soon as Charlie started petting her, Thimble tensed up for a second.

It's been years since someone has pet me like this..

But then, with a small, shaky purr, Thimble closed her eyes, relaxing at her touch.

Charlie then looked up, meeting the gazes of the others as they looked on curiously.

"This was that demon cat I was telling you guys about yesterday, remember? The one I saved from the car." Charlie said, still gently petting the frightened cat in her arms.

Husk, still standing behind the couch, leaning on it with his forearms, scoffed.

"Oh we remember." He muttered, flicking his tail. "You wouldn't shut up about it."

Not taking his comment to heart, Charlie rolled her eyes, continuing to gently pet Thimble, picking a few cobwebs out of her fur.

Angel Dust stood up from the couch, standing next to Charlie, his gaze on Thimble.

"Poor thing, she's scared shitless. She must be a new arrival." The spider demon commented.

"New arrival?" A voice said, as a snake demon made poked his head into the lounge.

At the sound of the new voice, Thimble opened her eyes briefly, catching a glimpse of the demon making his way into the room.

"What'sss going on?" The snake, Sir Pentious, hissed curiously.

Nifty jumped up from the couch.

"Charlie found a cat rat!" The small demon said excitedly, making Sir Pentious tilt his head in confusion.

"It's a cat, Nifty, not a rat." Vaggie said, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever it is, it stinks." Husk muttered, being able to smell how dirty Thimble was. He made his way back over to the bar.

"Like you smell any better, hairball." Angel Dust shot back with a smirk, making Husk growl.

Charlie, still holding the frightened cat, sat down on the couch.

Sir Pentious, peeking at what Charlie was holding, instantly melted upon seeing the small creature.

His hands immediately went to his face, eyes sparkling as he "aww" -ed over Thimble just like Angel Dust had.

With Sir Pentious being the second demon to "aww" over her, Thimble relaxed a bit more.

Maybe these demons won't hurt me after all...

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times. Lifting her head from Charlie's shoulder, she looked up, meeting her gaze.

Charlie smiles down at her.

"See? You're alright. My name is Charlie. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel" She said softly, making the cat's ear perk.

Hazbin Hotel? Huh...

"Mrrp" Thimble meowed softly.

At this point, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Nifty and Sir Pentious had gathered around the couch, curious about the newcomer.

Husk was behind the bar, cleaning a glass, uninterested.

Thimble looked around, meeting their gazes curiously.

Charlie then introduced everyone, gesturing to each of them with her hand.

"These are the other members of the Hotel. Their names are Angel Dust, Vaggie, Nifty, and Sir Pentious. Over there behind the bar is Husk."

As their names were said, each one of them did a small gesture.

Vaggie nodded in acknowledgement.

Nifty waved excitedly.

Angel Dust gave a grin and a small wink.

Sir Pentious lifted his hat, giving a small nod in greeting.

Husk just merely grunted.

Thimble gave another soft meow, gently letting go of Charlie, and, feeling a bit braver now, floated over to the armrest of the couch and perched on top of it.

"Why won't it talk?" Nifty asked.

"Probably because it can't" Said Vaggie.

Thimble nodded in conformation.

Angel Dust looked from Thimble to Charlie.

"How could a cute pet like her end up down here?" The spider demon inquired.

Charlie shrugged, studying Thimble.

"I don't know." She said, looking back at Angel Dust.

From over behind the bar, Husk spoke up.

"Well, sinner or not, it's dangerous for a small thing like her down here." He grunted.

"That's for sure." Says Charlie with a nod.

"She doesn't seem like a threat though." Vaggie observed. "The cat is pretty friendly."

While Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust conversed, Thimble wasn't paying attention.

Sir Pentious, who was now sitting on the couch next to Thimble, had slowly reached a hand towards her, wanting to pet her. His hand hovered over her, allowing the cat to pull away if she wanted to.

The she-cat had her ears laid back, hesitant, gazing at the snake demon's hand.

He's giving me a choice?

...

Oh what the heck..

After a moment, she nuzzled her head into his hand with a purr, closing her eyes.

Sir Pentious's breath hitched, almost crying with happiness as the cat let him pet her, feeling the vibrations of her purring against his hand.

He gently stroked her fur, being careful not to spook the cat.

Nifty, seeing Thimble allowing Sir Pentious to pet her, jumped up from the couch, landing on the floor and darted over to the side of the armrest of the couch, looking up at Thimble.

Thimble, seeing Nifty's eagerness, crouched down to meet her gaze, ears perked curiously.

Niffty giggles and boops the cat on the nose, making her blink, while Sir Pentious watched in amusement.

Thimble let out a "mrrp" in response, making Niffty giggle once more.

The one eyed demon tilted her head, examining the small cat demon in front of her. She took notice of her filthy state, with a few cobwebs stuck to her fur, and the fresh looking knife wound on her shoulder.

Before Thimble even knew what she was doing, Niffty had picked Thimble up and zoomed over to where Charlie, Angel Dust and Vaggie were.

Whoa! What are you...

Holding Thimble up Simba style to the others, Niffty spoke up.

"This kitty is dirty, dirty, dirty! She has a boo-boo too, I'm gonna go clean her up!"

A bath actually doesn't sound so bad, as much as I hate to admit it...

"As long as she's ok with that, Niffty." Charlie said, reaching out to gently pet Thimble's head.

"Yeah, that Voodoo Kitty has claws." Angel Dust commented with a smirk.

Thimble closed her eyes and nodded, flicking her bobbed tail.

Niffty squealed and spun Thimble in a circle.

"You're gonna have the bubbliest bubble bath that has ever existed!"

Uhhh.. what?

Niffty then raced off further into the hotel, still carrying Thimble.

Husk scoffs, watching Niffty run off.

"So I'm assuming the furball's stayin?"

Charlie smiled.

"I guess so!"

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#hazbin hotel #oc backstory

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Warnings: Mention of stitches, knife, violence, animal abuse, mention of death

Word Count: 1317

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Thump..thump......thump..thump

Thimble opens her eyes with a gasp, still laying in the same position she was in when she died.

The cat takes a few breaths, trying to process what's going on.

She sits up partially, blinking a few times and shaking her head.

I'm....alive? But how?

Opening her eyes fully, she looks around the alleyway, it seeming slightly......off.

Where...am I? I thought....

The closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths.

Suddenly her eyes popped open.

Alastor's handkerchief!

She whirled her head around, frantically scanning the alleyway for the piece of cloth.

No...no no no! Where is it?!

She stood up, wandering around the alleyway a bit.

No...please..no...

She sat down, ears drooped, saddened by the loss of Alastor's handkerchief.

....that was all I had left of him..

The cat sat with her head dipped, eyes closed, mourning her loss.

As she opened her eyes, a marking in her fur caught her eye, making her jump to her paws.

What is that?!

She appeared to have stitches on her chest.

Spotting a puddle in the alleyway, Thimble heads towards it, not realizing she's floating above the ground slightly.

The cat's ears perked in surprise seeing her reflection in the puddle.

She looked younger, and still had her coal colored fur, but now also had white stitches running from her chest to her belly. She also had white stitches running down her back as well as small Xs on her shoulders and her upper hind legs.

Her face had the what appeared to be the upper half of a white cat skull on it, with two small horns poking from it. In the middle of her forehead, where her white diamond marking used to be, was now a black diamond marking with a glowing red X overtop of it.

Thimble's eyes were no longer orange, but black, with glowing red pupils. Her fur appeared to be wispy, made of shadows.

What the-?

Thimble reaches up and runs a paw over her small set of horns.

Well that's new...

There's a sudden loud noise, making the demon cat jump, ears laid back and hackles raised.

Shaking herself off, the cat starts to creeps towards the end of the alleyway.

Looking down, Thimble's tail flicked in surprise, seeing her paws barely skimming the ground.

I can float? That's cool!

With an amused purr, she floated to the end of the alleyway, coming to a stop and landing back on her paws.

Peeking around the corner, Thimble's jaw dropped.

She wasn't in New Orleans anymore, that's for sure.

The sky appeared to be shades of red and maroon, casting over the city.

The city itself had many buildings, also in shades of red, maroon and purple., all of them looking in rough shape.

There was debris spread through the street, some of it from buildings themselves, while a lot of it was trash.

Broken glass and bottles littered the filthy street.

What the-?

Odd looking...people...dare she call them, populated the city, some of them having horns or tails.

As Thimble looked around in astonishment and slight fear, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

A demon was coming towards her, brandishing a knife and grinning evilly.

With a terrified meow, Thimble whirled around and raced back into the alleyway.

It was at this point I learned that I needed to stay out of alleyways...

Crap..crap..CRAP

Her heart pounding, she dived under a dumpster, hoping the demon didn't see her.

Covered in grime and cobwebs, Thimble trembled, panting, her ears laid back in fright.

Please tell me he didn't see me.... please tell me he didn't see me...

Thimble froze as she heard footsteps enter the alleyway, slowly walking towards the dumpster.

I'm not here... I'm not here...just go away..

Thimble held her breath as the demon stopped in front of the dumpster.

Suddenly, she was yanked out of her hiding spot by her scruff, making her yelp in fright.

No!

"Gotcha you little maggot!" The demon said triumphantly with an evil grin.

Thimble was frozen in terror as she was lifted up by her scruff to the demon's eye level.

"I've always hated cats..." The demon spat, lifting his knife to Thimble's chin, poking it.

The slight pain snapped Thimble out of her frozen state.

Still terrified, the cat clamped her teeth onto the demon's hand holding the knife, hard.

The demon yelled in pain and threw her to the ground, cursing and clutching his now bleeding hand.

That's what you get!

Thimble tumbled slightly against the concrete with a wince, landing on her paws.

She immediately stood up and scampered towards the end of the alleyway, claws gripping the concrete.

Suddenly, the demon's knife whizzed past her, slicing tge top of her right shoulder before it stuck to the ground in front of her, handle quivering.

With a cry of pain and her shoulder now bleeding, Thimble bolted down street, terrified.

The cat ran as fast as she could, dodging chunks of debris, demons and cars alike, her heart pounding and her shoulder throbbing.

Buildings became blurs as she ran, breathing hard.

A bright sign caught her attention, and Thimble skidded to a stop. In bright neon letters, the sign read Welcome to Hell!

I'm in Hell?!

Suddenly, a horn blares and Thimble is blinded by the headlights of an oncoming car.

Frozen and eyes wide, Thimble could only cower in horror as the car came barreling towards her.

Thimble squeezed her eyes shut, but at the last second, she was jolted aside as someone grabbed her.

Slowly, Thimble opened her eyes, blinking a few times, realizing she had been saved from being hit by the car and was now in someone's arms.

Heart still racing, she looked up and saw she was being held by a female with long blond hair, red cheeks and a friendly face. She wore a red suit, a bowtie and a pair of matching black shoes, and was currently scolding the demon driver of the car.

"..Need to be more careful!"

Still terrified, Thimble wriggled out of the female demon's grip, landing on the sidewalk and immediately scampering away, not even looking back.

The female demon, Charlie, takes a half-hearted step in Thimble's direction.

"No wait!" She calls after her. "I'm just trying to.. help.. you." She trailed off as Thimble disappeared around a corner.

Back with Thimble, she's still running as fast as she can, her shoulder throbbing, heart pounding.

Spotting a piece of sturdy debris, the she-cat dives under it, breathing hard.

"I can't trust anybody here, I'm in Hell for God's sake!"

After managing to catch her breath, she slowly peeks out from under the piece of debris, looking around cautiously.

Her eyes widen and her ears perk as she spots an abandoned car.

"That seems like a better place to hide.."

Taking another brief look around, Thimble dashes out from under the debris, across the street and dives under the car.

Letting out a breath, she dips her head and licks at her shoulder, cleaning up the knife wound as gathered her thoughts.

"Why am I in Hell?" She asks herself.

"Well, let's see, you were a serial killer's pet cat, what would you expect?" The she-cat thought, answering her own question.

She winced as she accidentally licked the wound itself, sending a sting of pain through her shoulder.

Thimble sighed, briefly jumping as she heard a loud noise, her ears perked and fur fluffed up slightly.

Looking around one more time, the cat curled up under the car, making herself as comfortable as she could.

"I need to find safety... this won't due for long" She thought, yawning briefly.

Worn out from the day's events, the cat's eyes drooped shut, succumbing to her exhaustion.

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Thimble just has the worst of luck with alleyways I swear-

#hazbin hotel #oc backstory

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Warnings: Death, description of murder scene, dog attack, gore (?), blood

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He went out to do what he does best...promising me he would be back and I would get to lick the knife when he returned...as usual

Thimble meows, rubbing on Alastor's legs as Alastor walks towards the door.

"No Thimble, you can't come with me this time." Alastor said with a chuckle.

"Mer-owww"

But I want to...pleaseeee?

Alastor sighed and picked up Thimble, giving her a few pets.

"Maybe next time, ok? I promise I'll be back... and I'll let you lick the knife too." He said with a grin, giving the cat a chin scratch.

Fine.... only because you gave me a chin scratch....

"Mrrp" Thimble purred/meowed.

Alastor's grin widened, and he stroked her head a few times.

"Now, you stay here and keep an eye on things." He said, walking over and setting Thimble down on the couch.

Thimble nodded, flicking her tail as she watched Alastor go to the door, walking out and shutting it behind him.

Thimble jumped down from the couch and made her way over to the window, jumping up into it.

Outside, Alastor glanced back at his house, smiling when he spotted Thimble in the window.

Thimble then watched as he walked down the street and out of sight.

I sat in the window while I waited...

The next scene shows Thimble a few hours later, loafing in the window, her chin resting on the windowsill.

And waited...

The next scene shows Thimble now curled up sleeping in the window, night having fallen outside.

And waited...

The next morning, Thimble wakes up with a yawn, stretching. She was still in the windowsill, having slept on it all night.

Alastor should be home!

Tail flicking with excitement, Thimble jumped down from the windowsill and ran towards Alastor's bedroom.

She skidded to a stop in his doorway with a meow.

How dare you keep me waiting like that! I-!

She paused.

Alastor wasn't there.

Alastor?

Thimble trotted forward and jumped on the bed. It remained the same as it was the day before.

She sniffed the bed, picking up Alastor's scent, but it was stale.

Ears and tail drooping in disappointment, Thimble looked around the room.

He didn't come home last night....huh...

Occasionally, when Alastor went out to murder, he wouldn't always come directly home. He didn't want to get caught by police, so Thimble wasn't too concerned....yet.

With a small sigh, Thimble stepped forward and curled up on Alastor's pillow.

He'll be back tomorrow... stupid police...

With that, the cat fell back asleep, comforted by Alastor's scent from his pillow.

But he never came back...

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In a nearby forest, the birds chirped as the sun rose, casting shadows throughout the trees.

A small breeze stirred, stirring up some leaves, blowing them across a small clearing.

The bushes rustled, and a deer stepped out, flicking an ear.

The doe went to step forward but paused, catching the metallic scent of blood in the air.

Looking around, the deer spotted the crumpled figure of a person on the ground.

He was wearing a long-sleeved white dress shirt, with a red vest overtop it, complemented with a pair of black pants and a black bowtie.

Both his clothing and the knife next to him were splattered in blood.

Lying on his side, his glasses were sitting in the grass next to him.

As the breeze blew, it gently ruffled his hair, revealing the bullet wound to his forehead.

Spooked, the deer bounded away, leaving behind the horrific scene.

Thimble would never see Alastor alive again....

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A few days pass, and there was still no sign of Alastor.

Thimble sat in the window, watching people go by.

Come on Alastor.... you gotta come home eventually....

Her hope of Alastor coming home slowly dwindled with each hour he remained missing.

He couldn't have abandoned me....right?

As the sun rose on the third day of Alastor being gone, Thimble had enough of waiting.

Alright... that's it...

Thimble jumped down from the windowsill.

Thimble trots over to her little sleep box, sticking her head inside and pulling out one of Alastor's handkerchiefs that he had given to her.

I knew he wouldn't have left me on purpose...

Carrying the handkerchief in her jaws, she trotted back over to the window, jumping up into the windowsill once more.

Thimble reared up on her hind legs, one of her paws scratching at the window lock, trying to open it like she had seen Alastor do many times before.

...and he was too clever to be caught by the police..

Hearing a small click, Thimble's tail flicked with satisfaction.

Hooking her muzzle under the window's handle, she stood up, raising the window open slightly.

...so being his little detective..

Casting one last glance at Alastor's home, she flicked her tail.

Then, still carrying Alastor's handkerchief in her jaws, she squeezed through the window, landing on the sidewalk below in a determined stance.

...I was gonna track him down

Then the cat bounded away down the sidewalk, leaving Alastor's house behind.

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I searched the city. Checking every alleyway, every sidewalk and every street I could find...

Thimble is shown searching for Alastor, walking down the street of New Orleans, carrying Alastor's handkerchief.

She trots along, her orange eyes scanning every face she saw pass by her.

Some of the people she passed hardly spared her a second glance.

Some of them gave her looks of disgust, a few of them even trying to kick her.

But a few people gave Thimble a look of curiosity, wondering what a cat was doing carrying a handkerchief with her.

I combed through the city, keeping his handkerchief by my side...

Thimble is shown peeking into an alleyway, ears perked and sniffing the air.

Alastor?

Finding nothing, she shakes her head and continues on.

At one point, a dog chases her down the street, causing her to run in a panic. Desperate, she dives under a bench, ignoring the little girl that sat upon it.

As the dog approached the bench, the girl stood up.

"Shoo! Shoo! Leave the cat alone!" She said, stomping her foot.

The dog ran off, frightened.

The little girl then turned to Thimble, who was still hiding under the bench.

"It's ok kitty, the dog's gone now."

Thimble looked up at the little girl, eyes wide and still panting slightly from running.

"Merow?"

The little girl giggles, but then stops as she notices Alastor's handkerchief on the ground, Thimble having dropped it.

She crouches down to pick it up.

Hey! That's mine!

"Is this yours, little kitty?" She asks,

Thimble meows and steps out from under the bench.

Yes, I'd like it back if you will...

The little girl looks from the handkerchief to Thimble, then grins.

"Here, let me help you..."

What are you planning?..

She gently reaches forward and ties the handkerchief around Thimble's neck, secure enough not to fall off, but not too tight.

...oh..wow...that's actually helpful..

"There! Now you don't have to carry it!" Said the little girl with a grin.

Thimble looks back up at the little girl with a meow.

Thank you small child!

With a purr, Thimble then stepped forward and brushed against the little girl's legs.

The little girl giggled again, reaching down to pet her, gently stroking her on the head.

"You be careful, little kitty!" She said.

Thimble nodded, and with the handkerchief now tied around her neck, she trotted off, the little girl waving her goodbye.

Now...New Orleans is a big city...especially for a small cat like myself...

And looking for one specific person in a big place like that is no easy task...

The next few years had its ups and downs...

Thimble is shown chasing after pigeons, her tail playfully flicking as they fly away.

But then the next moment shows her diving out of the way of a trolley.

One time this guy gave me a part of his sandwich...

A man walks out of a shop, holding a sandwich he had just purchased. As he walks past the alleyway, about to take a bite of his sandwich, he stops, spotting Thimble trying to scavenge something out of a trash can.

The man looks from his sandwich back to Thimble, who has yet to spot him. Making his decision, he steps into the alleyway a bit, breaking off a bit of his sandwich.

Hearing the man's whistle, Thimble looks up from what she was doing, ears perked. She watches as the man gives her a small smile, then he crouches down and places the bit of food on the ground.

After the man backed away and walked off, Thimble scampered forward, tail flicking happily when she smelled the food.

Thank you Mr. Sandwich Man...

She then took a bite, thankful for the man's kindness.

And another time I unfortunately ran into Mimsy...

Thimble is trotting down the street when she ran into someone's leg.

It was Mimsy

Ugh not you again!

Mimsy immediately scooped her up.

"Thimble?! Oh my goodness what are you doing out here?!" She said.

I'm looking for Alastor! Now put me down you son of a..!

Mimsy then cradled Thimble close, baby talking to her.

"You shouldn't be out here all by yourself! New Orleans is too big of a place for you to be wandering..." She continued on.

Thimble squirmed in her grip.

Let. Me. Go!

Not being able to scramble out of her grip, Thimble made a drastic decision.

Alright lady, you asked for it...

Thimble then opened her mouth and clamped her teeth down on Mimsy's hand.

Mimsy yelped and dropped Thimble, who landed on her paws and scampered away a few feet.

"Hey! What was that for?" She asked, cradling her hand, offended.

For not respecting personal space, that's what!

Thimble arched her back and hissed at Mimsy.

Mimsy's face went from offended to annoyed.

"Fine! Be like that you stupid hairball! Hmp!"

She then whirled around and stormed off.

With a satisfied snort, Thimble whirled around and trotted in the other direction.

It was hard...

Shows Thimble getting chased down the street by a group of boys trying to throw rocks at her.

Then it shows Thimble getting splashed with muddy water as a car goes by, leaving her dripping wet.

Then it cuts to Thimble curled up in a damp box, shivering as it pours down rain.

But I never gave up...

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10 Years Later...

As evening fell on the city, Thimble slowly wandered to an alleyway to try and find a spot to sleep.

Thimble's age was catching up to her, her muzzle streaked with silver hairs.

Her pelt was rough and ragged, with a couple of scars.

Alastor's handkerchief was still tied around her neck though, the fabric worn and faded. But she never took it off.

Thimble stiffly wandered into the alleyway, her eyes scanning for a spot to sleep.

Spotting a pile of newspapers, Thimble's ears perked.

Those might be good to sleep on...

She walked forward, crouching down to sniff the newspaper.

Suddenly a dog lunges out of the shadows behind her, headbutting Thimble to the ground.

Winded and terrified, the old she-cat tried to get up, but collapsed back to the ground.

The dog stepped forward, growling.

Thimble looks up at the dog, eyes widened in fright, ears laid back.

Not again...

Then the dog lunged forward, grabbing Thimble by the scruff, shaking her around a bit before slamming her into a wall, making everything go black...

When Thimble woke back up, she wasn't in good shape.

She had been mauled by the dog, patches of fur missing, her fur soaked with her own blood.

Laying on the ground, her breathing painfully labored, Thimble noticed that Alastor's handkerchief had been ripped from her neck.

Alastor's handkerchief...no...please

Thimble tried to lift her head, but fell limp with a painful gasp.

She couldn't get up, every breath sending a stabbing pain through her whole body.

Spotting the handkerchief a few feet away, Thimble's ears perked weakly.

Even in my last moments...I thought of him...

Summoning the rest of her strength, Thimble reached with a paw towards the handkerchief.

But she couldn't reach it.

I'm sorry Alastor...

Even extending her claws couldn't help her reach it, so she let her paw fall to the ground, darkness starting to cloud her vision.

I'm sorry I couldn't find you...

Then as everything went dark, Thimble let out one last shuddering sigh, then lay still.

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Oof, ended on a bit of a sad note, but the main story is now getting started!

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Word Count: 1089

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From then on, life was good...

I no longer had to worry about going hungry or if a dog was waiting for me around the corner.

Shows Thimble and Alastor living life together, Thimble no longer being a kitten.

They do things such as Thimble watching Alastor cook, Thimble sitting on Alastor's lap while he does his radio Broadcast and Alastor chasing Thimble because she took his cane.

Ignoring the fact that he was a serial killer...

Shows Thimble getting excited zoomies because Alastor came home from murdering someone and she gets to lick the knife.

...Alastor was the best. He kept me clean, cooked me food and gave me chin scratches. (Which I love!!)

But of course, like any other person, Alastor had his own troubles...

Shows Alastor laying in bed, his back resting against the headboard. In his lap, he's holding a picture of his late mother.

Still holding the picture, Alastor sighs, closing his eyes, and rests his head back against the headboard.

Thimble wanders past the doorway, licking food from her chops.

She pauses, noticing Alastor's sad state. She tilts her head, ears perked.

"Brrp?"

Eyes still closed, Alastor shakes his head.

"I'm fine, Thimble." He muttered.

No...you're not...

Thimble's ears lay back and she flicks her tail, concerned.

She trots forwards through the doorway and stops in front of the bed. And, after doing a little butt wiggle, she jumped up onto the bed.

Paws barely sinking into the bed, she wandered over to where Alastor was sitting.

"Mrrp"

Alastor didn't respond, merely staying as he was, sitting back against the headboard of the bed, eyes closed, yet not asleep. He was still holding the picture frame in his hands.

Thimble stood there, looking at him for a moment, before her gaze traveled down to the picture frame.

Ears perking in realization, Thimble looked back up at Alastor sadly.

You miss your mom... don't you?

Thimble flicked her tail, trying to decide what she should do.

After a few moments, she stepped forward, her front paws stepping up onto his lap. She then leaned forward and, using her nose, nudged one of Alastor's hands from the picture frame so it was resting on her head.

"Mer-ow" She meowed softly.

I'm here for you

Eyes closed and still leaning back against the headboard, Alastor cracked a small smile as he felt Thimble nudge his hand onto her head.

He gently started to pet her, causing the cat to purr.

...But I helped him through it.

After a few moments of petting her, Alastor sighed and opened his eyes again, smiling softly at Thimble.

"Thank you, Thimble." He said quietly.

The cat's tail flicked as she gave a happy purr.

You're welcome!

Alastor sat back up, gently setting the framed picture of his late mother back on the nightstand.

He then reached over and picked up Thimble.

Whoa! What are y-!

He then set Thimble down onto the spot beside him on the bed, near the pillows.

Oh...

Alastor then settled down into bed, laying on his side, facing Thimble. He pulled the blanket up over himself before relaxing with a sigh.

Thimble sat, watching as he settled down, giving a small yawn herself.

Sleep sounds pretty good right now...

Seeing that he was settled down and comfortable, Thimble stood up.

Scoot over, I want cuddles.

She then made her way over to Alastor, curling up against his chest with a purr.

Alastor smiled, giving the cat a few small pets before reaching over and turning off the lamp.

"Goodnight, Thimble." Alastor said, closing his eyes.

Goodnight Alastor...

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Ieven got to meet a few of Alastor's friends.

Shows a scene of Thimble meeting Mimsy.

Alastor opens the front door, and Mimsy walks through.

Immediately spotting Thimble, Mimsy rushes forward and scoops the cat up before she had a chance to run, hugging her tightly.

Whoa lady! Ever heard of personal space?!

"Well aren't you just the cutest little thing!" Mimsy cooed, still hugging Thimble close, petting her.

Alastor shut the door and turned to see Thimble trying to scramble out of Mimsy's hold as Mimsy continued to baby talk her.

Alastor! Help me! She's gonna squeeze me to death! Ack!

Mimsy was definitely not a favorite of mine...

The next scene shows Thimble meeting Rosie.

Alastor welcomes Rosie into the house, the two of them immediately striking up a conversation.

Remembering what happened with Mimsy, Thimble had dived under the couch to hide once she heard Alastor and Rosie stroll into the living room.

You'll never take me alive!

Rosie sat in a cushioned chair while Alastor sat on the couch.

As their conversation died down, Rosie looked around the room a bit.

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I heard you have a cat now?" She said.

No he doesn't...

Alastor chuckled. "You heard right...the little ball of fur is probably hiding around here somewhere... she's a little wary of strangers."

Hearing that they were talking about her, Thimble poked her head out from under the couch, orange eyes narrowed.

I have good reason to...

"Ah! There you are...Rosie, meet Thimble. " Said Alastor.

Seeing Thimble's head poking out from under the couch, Rosie's expression softened.

"Awww, aren't you a little precious thing?" Said Rosie.

Thimble looked up at Rosie for a second, then glanced at Alastor.

Please tell me this lady knows personal boundaries....

"Don't worry Thimble, she's nothing like Mimsy." Said Alastor with an amused grin.

She better not be... or I'll pee in your bed..

Ears perked, Thimble slowly crept out from under the couch, her gaze never leaving Rosie.

"Here, I even have a gift for you." Said Rosie, reaching into her purse.

Thimble sat, head tilted curiously as she watched Rosie reach into her purse.

"Here we are!" Said Rosie, pulling out a small stuffed mouse toy.

Must... attack...mouse

Thimble's eyes widened, pupils dilating as her gaze locked onto the cat toy.

Alastor chuckled, seeing Thimble's reaction.

"I think she likes it, Rosie."

Rosie grinned and tossed the mouse toy on the floor, Thimble immediately pouncing on it.

Rosie immediately became a favorite, to say the least...

Me and Alastor's life together went on for a few years or so.

He took care of me, and in return, I made his life better.

But little did we know...

That both our worlds...

Were both about to come crashing down...

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DUN DUN DUNNN

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The black cat slowly gets better, slowly being able to walk and play again.

As the weeks passed...I recovered. Alastor kept me fed and my bandages clean...

The black cat sits on the counter, watching Alastor cook, her mouth watering.

Living with Alastor was quiet nice, actually...

The scene changes and it shows the cat following Alastor around the house as he does daily chores.

He lived alone, which didn't surprise me. Trying to hide the fact that you're a murderer from a roommate wouldn't be the easiest thing to do...

The next scene shows Alastor carefully taking the bandages off the cat.

The cat's ears perk, seeing that her wounds are, for the most part, healed. She looks up at Alastor with a happy purr, flicking her bobbed tail.

"You seem to be all healed, little one... " Said Alastor with a small grin.

The stray meows, then noses her head under his hand so that he's petting her.

All thanks to you, Alastor!

Alastor chuckles, stroking her head a few times, then sighs softly.

"...that means that you can go back outside and be free again."

Wait.....what?

The black cat stops purring and looks up at him, head tilted questioningly.

"Brrp?"

Thinking the cat doesn't understand what he's talking about, Alastor steps away from the table and opens the door.

"I'm not going to keep you here against your will..."

He pulls the door so it's wide open, a soft breeze blowing the scent of outside towards the cat.

Her orange eyes widened, looking outside beyond the door.

Outside....

She looked back at Alastor, ears perked.

But what about you?

Alastor met her gaze and they stared at each other for a few seconds.

He then jerked his head towards the door.

"Go... you can leave, I'm not going to stop you." He said.

Flicking an ear, the cat jumped down from the table and stood facing the door.

I'm not sure if I want to go...

The cat looked back up at Alastor.

Here I'm fed and I'm safe...

The cat then looked back outside.

Out there I'm free...but I'm not guaranteed the things I need to survive...

The cat flicked her bobbed tail and made a decision. So she started walking.... right towards Alastor.

Alastor was stunned as he watched the cat sit next to his feet, rubbing against his leg with a purr.

"What are you doing?" Alastor asked. "The door is that way."

The cat looked up at him and meowed.

I'm not leaving, you're stuck with me.

Still confused, Alastor huffed.

"I'm gonna close the door now, this is your last chance."

The cat flicked an ear, still sitting at his feet and looking up at him.

Alastor slowly shut the door, looking at the cat. As the door latched shut, he was still surprised.

"So you want to stay then?"

The black cat meowed then reached up with her paws, standing on her hind legs and her front paws resting on his shin. Her bobbed tail flicked.

Of course I do!

Alastor chuckled, reaching down to pet her on the head.

"I'll take that as a yes."

With another playful flick of her tail, the cat scampered off towards the living room.

With an amused grin, Alastor followed her, getting slightly startled when the cat pounced on his feet as he walked past a chair.

"Ha! You seem to be a lot happier now."

The cat meowed then stretched, eventually rolling onto her back, exposing her belly to Alastor.

She flicked her bobbed tail playfully, hoping he would dare to try and touch her belly fluff.

Alastor laughed.

"I'm not falling for that trick, my friend, I know what you're trying to do."

He sat down in the cushioned chair, watching the cat.

"Now that I'm thinking about it, you're gonna need a name..." He said, resting his head on his hand, his elbow propped up on his knee.

The cat jumped up, darting forward and diving under the chair Alastor was sitting on, batting a shiny object out from under the chair so it rolled across the floor.

The cat, doing a little butt wiggle, pounced on the object, making Alastor chuckle.

"What's that you got there?" He said, causing the cat to stand back up and look at him.

Alastor reached down and grabbed the object. It was a thimble, slightly dusty, but in good shape overall.

He smiles sadly, turning it in his hand with his thumb.

Noticing the change of emotions, the cat sat up, looking at Alastor with her head tilted.

"This was my mother's....it must've fell out of her sewing kit." Said Alastor, chuckling sadly.

With a little "mrrp" the cat reared up onto her hind paws, resting her front paws on Alastor's knee.

Alastor smiled, gently petting the cat's head, causing the cat to purr.

"She would've loved you..." He said.

Looking back to the thimble, he got an idea.

"You know..... that's not a bad name.." He said, setting the small object to the side.

The cat tilted her head to the side, not exactly sure what Alastor meant. Alastor looked at her with a grin.

"What do you say..."

He gently picks up the cat and holds her in front of him.

"...Thimble?"

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Sorry this one is so short! They will get longer!

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Word Count: 1313

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The Next Day

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The young stray cat, coming back from a little hunting trip, was trotting happily back to the alley next to Alastor's house.

A mouse hanging from her jaws, the cat's ears are perked, tail swishing with every step.

This is gonna be delicious!

She thought, purring happily as she rounded the corner back to the alleyway.

She froze, the scent of dog hitting her nose. Her ears laid flat when she spotted a dog sniffing near the box she had slept in.

The same box she had left Alastor's handkerchief in...

Orange eyes wide, the cat crouched, observing.

Maybe the dog will leave?...

She watched as the dog stepped forward, now sniffing at the maroon handkerchief, licking it a bit.

Dropping the mouse, the black cat bounded towards the dog.

Hearing her oncoming pawsteps, the dog turned to look over its shoulder... only to be met with a scratch to the face, causing it to yelp.

Landing in front of the box, the cat hisses, back arched.

Mine! She spat.

The dog looked down at the young cat in front of it and growled, hackles raised.

The young stray then hissed again, swiping a paw at the dog.

Go away!

The dog snarled, then barked. Another bark sounded as another dog stepped out from behind the trash cans.

Eyes widening in fear, the cat backed away with a hiss, ears laid flat, hackles raised.

Both of the dogs growled, stalking forward.

Then they lunged.

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Alastor sighed, sitting down at his kitchen table, unfolding a newspaper.

A smug grin appeared on his face as he spotted the news article reporting the murder he had committed the night before.

He chuckled in amusement, setting down the newspaper. Taking his glasses off, he cleaned them on his shirt, still grinning proudly.

Hearing a dog bark outside, Alastor rolled his eyes with a frown. He had never been very fond of dogs and found them rather annoying.

Suddenly there was a burst of noise outside, consisting of growls, barks, snarls and hisses.

"What in the world?..." Alastor muttered, putting his glasses back on and standing up, slowly walking towards the front door.

The sound of his trash cans getting knocked over with a loud crash caused him to grab his cane before whipping the door open.

"Stupid mutts..." He growled, rushing down the front steps.

Wielding his cane, Alastor rounded the corner of his house, walking into the alleyway.

He spotted two dogs doing what appeared to be tearing at something behind a knocked over trash can.

One of the dogs hearing him approach, it looked up, ears perked, mouth stained with blood.

Blood?!.....There's no way I've thrown bloody items in that trash can! Alastor thought, panicked slightly.

He stepped forward, waving his cane, shouting.

"Get out of here! Get! Shoo!"

He banged his cane against one of the overturned trashcans, creating a loud clanging sound that echoed through the alley.

The dogs yelped and scattered, running away with a whimper of fear.

With a satisfied huff, Alastor turned to the trashcans. He saw what appeared to be blood on the ground, leading to whatever the dogs were chewing at.

"Shit...." he muttered.

Taking a few steps forward, he peeked around the trashcan, and stopped, his breath hitching for a moment.

The dogs hadn't been tearing at bloody clothing at all...

It was a cat.

It looked young, and had clearly lost the fight against the two dogs, missing bits of fur and had a few bite marks, along with a gash or two.

Alastor crouched down, pushing the trash can to the side to get a better view of the injured feline.

Hearing the trashcan scrape against the ground, the cat opened its eyes weakly, its gaze eventually falling on Alastor. Its orange eyes widened slightly, even as it lay breathing heavily from pain.

The black cat meowed weakly then fell unconscious.

Realizing it was still alive, Alastor's gaze softened. His mother liked cats. He remembered how she liked to feed the stray ones that roamed near the house.

He looked back at the cat.

With a small nod, Alastor decided to help the poor stray. He glanced around the alleyway, eyebrows raising when he spotted his maroon handkerchief.

How did that...?

The same handkerchief he thought he had lost the night before...

He looked from the bloody handkerchief to the injured cat.

Huh....

Grabbing the box the stray had used as a sleeping spot, Alastor gently scooped up the black feline, laying her gently in the box, then grabbing the bloody handkerchief and tucking it in the box next to her.

With a soft sigh, Alastor stood up, holding the box carefully. He then turned and made his way back into the house.

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Ugh...

Slowly regaining consciousness, the young stray opened her eyes, blinking a few times.

I'm........alive?

The last thing she remembered was getting thrown against a trashcan by one of the dogs as they attacked her.

With a soft hiss of pain, she lifted her head to gaze at her surroundings.

She was in the box she had slept in the night before, a towel now tucked underneath her.

But the box was no longer in the alleyway, as it was on a table in the kitchen of a rather nice house, the early morning light peeking in through the curtains.

Her eyes widened as she recognized it as the interior of Alastor's house.

Why am I in his house?...

The black cat shifted slightly with another hiss of pain, and was suddenly aware that her wounds were wrapped in bandages.

Her ears perked, looking at the bandages.

Did...... did he do this?

She blinked, then looked up, hearing the floor creak.

Alastor had walked into the kitchen, noticing that the cat was awake, and he smiled.

"Ah! You're awake, thank goodness, you gave me a bit of a scare. You're lucky I scared those dogs off, or they're would've been nothing left of you to fix up!"

He paused, taking the glasses off his face, cleaning them with his shirt before putting them back on.

"I'm much more of a cat person anyways. I'm Alastor, pleasure to meet you."

The stray looked up at him curiously, ears perked.

Wait! The handkerchief!

The cat looked around suddenly, before locating the handkerchief in the box next to her.

She grabbed it in her mouth and attempted to stand up, but hisses in pain as her legs give out and she drops the handkerchief.

Alastor steps forward, now standing over the box.

"Ah ah ahh, you mustn't strain yourself, little one. You need to let those wounds heal."

Frustrated, the feline let out a meow, pushing the handkerchief towards Alastor.

Raising an eyebrow, Alastor chuckles as he carefully reaches into the box and takes the handkerchief, observing it.

"I see you managed to track me down, you little detective..." He says, amused.

He then tucks it in his pocket and looks back at the black cat.

"...Let's keep that a secret, shall we?"

Nodding her head, the cat lets out a meow.

Alastor grins and reaches a hand out to the cat, attempting to pet it, but wanting to let the cat sniff his hand first.

The young cat's ears perk as she looks at his outstretched hand. She sniffs it hesitantly.

He smells like blood...

With a purr she presses her head against his hand, letting her pet him.

Slightly surprised on how sweet the cat is for being a stray, Alastor pets her, being careful of her wounds.

"You're a sweet little darling, aren't you?" says Alastor, scratching the cat under the chin, causing her bobbed tail to flick. "It's a wonder you're on the streets..."

The cat meows, flicking an ear.

Her stomach growls, causing her ears to perk as she looked at her belly, then back to Alastor, hopeful.

Some food sounds good right now...

Alastor laughs, then gently taps her on the nose.

"Let's get you something to eat, shall we?"

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Looks like the little kitty has made a friend 👀

And they both appear to have a taste for blood... what do you guys think?

BTW, the italics represent the thoughts going through the cat's head.

The little kitty will have a name soon :)

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New Orleans, 1930, Evening

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A door creaks open on the side of a building, leading to a dimly lit alleyway.

A figure pokes its head out cautiously, making sure the coast is clear.

Spotting no one, the man gives a satisfied grin and steps out into the alleyway, clutching a bloodstained knife.

His takes off his bloodstained coat, revealing a white shirt and a bowtie underneath.

Wiping the bloody knife on the sleeve of the coat, he then stuffed it into a garbage can, making sure it was out of sight.

Glancing around once more, the man then pulls a maroon handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping the blood spatter from his face and wiping the knife once more, before stuffing the maroon cloth into his back pocket.

Pulling his glasses from his shirt pocket, the man put them on, then turned to the door he walked out of, using his reflection in the glass window to fix his bowtie. He also ran his fingers through his brown hair, tidying it back into place.

With a satisfied chuckle, the man then concealed the knife in his shirt sleeve, turned away, and walked out of the alleyway, a smile on his face.

I wasn't always the Radio Demon's companion...

He didn't notice the bloody handkerchief fall out of his pocket and flutter to the ground of the alleyway.

A pair of orange eyes appear in the shadows, focused on the piece of fabric, pupils widened.

...But all stories start somewhere, right?

A young cat leaps out of the shadows, pouncing on the handkerchief, pinning it to the ground then biting it, treating the piece of fabric as if it were a piece of prey.

Gotcha!

Having solid black fur, the cat was barely visible in the evening light, with the exception of her orange eyes and the white spot on her forehead.

Tasting blood, the cat's stomach growled and her ears perked. Flicking her bobbed tail eagerly, she began licking the damp fabric.

Satisfied, she stood up, licking her lips.

Mmm, that was good...

The cat then looked in the direction the man had left in.

Maybe he has more? I'm still hungry...

She picked up the handkerchief and walked to the end of the alleyway, peeking around the corner of a brick building.

She spotted the tall man about a block away, walking down the sidewalk, humming a tune to himself.

Sniffing the air, she caught his scent, tainted with the smell of blood.

Predatory instincts kicking in, her stomach growled once again at the metallic scent, making her mouth water.

Killer or not....he has food....

The cat's ears perked, then she quickly scampered across the road, skidding to a stop, still carrying the handkerchief in her jaws.

She peeked around the corner once more, her orange eyes glued to the tall figure.

She continued this process a couple of times, following the man home.

By the time the man made it to his home, the young cat was tired, almost dragging her paws.

She watched him unlock the door and disappear inside, a light turning on, causing a glow to shine through the window.

Ears perking up, the black cat trotted forward, still carrying the maroon handkerchief. She made her way around to the side of the house and jumped into a window ledge.

Looking inside, her orange eyes widened as she gazed upon what looked like a broadcast studio, with the tall man she had been following sitting down in the chair in the center.

Whoa...

Spinning around, the man hit a few buttons, then tapped the microphone in front of him.

"Salutations! I'm Alastor, and it's good to be back on the air!" He said with a charming grin.

Alastor huh?...

The cat looked down at the bloody handkerchief she was still carrying, then looked back at Alastor.

So he's a killer and a radio host?...Interesting...

Still feeling tired from following him home, the black cat yawned, blinking sleepily.

She looked back at Alastor, watching as he continued his broadcast.

Maybe I'll just return this tomorrow...

Still keeping a hold on the maroon handkerchief, she leaped down from the window ledge, stretching and flexing her claws.

She wandered around to the alleyway beside his home, blinking sleepily.

Her ears perked as she spotted a discarded box laying on its side near a set of trash cans.

That looks cozy...

She dragged her paws over to the box, sniffing it briefly.

The young cat then stepped inside, curling up with the handkerchief.

I'll try and approach this...Alastor...tomorrow....

And with a final yawn... she fell asleep.

◇◇◇ The Chapters WILL get longer, I promise! This is just the start!

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