#mr. stitch

[stravaginglurker-syne]

[spicyproffbon]

Replaying the earlier episodes with full dictionary sure puts things in a different light 😭

[jamspillage]

kiyties.............,

[fanart-of-jenny]

SPOILER: Do you notice, that when Mr. Crawling catches Mr. Stitch

and kills him, he does it behind that curtain? Is it to not scare MC? How cute. Mr. Crawling is so sweet.

[qyuubu]

more homicipher human au hcs for the other characters (the ones in the hospital w human! mr. crawling)

mr. silvair

he’s a research assistant at a very low-key, borderline abandoned hospital. he likes doing crazy experiments during his downtime, so he didn’t want to study at a top-class hospital with high demands.

he wears a lab coat and tinted safety goggles at all times, hiding and protecting his eyes.

he’s not a paranormal enthusiast like mr. scarletella, but he does keep up with the news. he’s personally very fascinated at the increase of dead bodies around the area. helps with his research.

he’d love to get a hold of a real monster one day. not for any noble reason like handing them over to authorities, but to experiment on them.

lo and behold, one of the patients in the hospital, mr. crawling, brings in someone who looks suspiciously like the serial killer wanted by the police at the moment. how exciting.

mr. chopped

a cheerful patient from the hospital. he’s paralyzed from the neck down due to a series of incidents. he’s only alive due to the results of mr. silvair’s unethical medical technology.

while he’s a little insecure about needing help from mr. silvair and other medical staff, he remains pretty positive about his situation.

since he can’t move much, he’s very particular with the things he can do to himself, like getting a haircut. it makes him feel a lot better.

enthusiastic about the mc’s arrival. if you help assist him, like feeding him or even combing his hair. he’ll be eternally grateful.

he especially enjoys it when he’s being wheeled around on his special wheelchair. he’s also pretty well versed around the area, so he can tell you where things are if mr. crawling isn’t already helping.

mr. stitch

he actually works at the hospital. but because that hospital literally has no standards, he gets away with doing stupid stuff like pranking the patients and sneaking in funny toys to kill his boredom.

he looks like a patient despite actually being a staff member bc he’s gotten several skin grafts through the years. what can i say? he’s a reckless guy.

he often bothers mr. crawling, but mr. stitch thinks they’re friends.

he’s actually quite lonely. a lot of his old friends in school shunned him because his pranks went too far. he just wants to make people laugh…

so when the monster!mc enjoys his pranks, he tries his best to come up with crazier ones to get her to laugh some more.

he thinks she’s really fun and believes he found a like-minded spirit in her.

but when he does pull the crazy bus prank on her, mr. crawling goes ballistic. mr. crawling wasn’t all that bothered by mr. stitch up until he decided to mess with the mc.

the incident leaves him with the need for another skin graft. this time, courtesy of mr. silvair.

other human au hcs for more context:

[unknownlemoneater]

Spoiler warning undercut ig

MC POV

[rollinouttahere-writes-misc]

what this?

Mr. Stitch x Reader

2.2k words

Summary: You venture back to the room where things from your world fall during earthquakes in hopes of finding something useful, but instead you're forced to put up with Mr. Stitch expecting you to satiate his boredom.

Warnings: mentions of losing limbs and violence but overall very tame

The monster language is depicted bold and crossed out like this. I hope the three other Mr. Stitch fans enjoy this lol

All that could be heard as you made your way down the dimly lit hall was the sound of your raincoat swishing with your movements, and the quiet drag of cloth and skin over the concrete from Mr. Crawling trailing just behind you at a leisurely pace.

As it stood, you were at a loss for what you were supposed to do to get out of this world. You haven’t been able to find the elevator again, and at this point, you feel like you’re going to have to wait for another earthquake to happen and move the layout around in order to locate it again. But, until that happens, you’re going to have to stick to what you know, and what you do know is that there is a room with a bunch of miscellaneous things from your world in it. 

While you didn’t really know what exactly you were hoping to find, you figured that that room was your best shot at finding something potentially helpful to your current situation. Something like a useful tool, or maybe you’ll really hit the jackpot and find some packaged food from your world. Shockingly, despite how long you’ve been trapped here, you didn’t feel that hungry. Your desire for food felt more akin to a craving than the kind of hunger you know you should be feeling by now, but you figured getting some real food into you would make you feel at least a little bit better. If it could lessen your headache by even a little bit, that alone would be enough to make you happy.

You were so desperate that you were becoming tempted to try asking Mr. Gap to find some for you in exchange for another finger or something, but you really aren’t sure how you would communicate such a request to him. That, and you had a feeling he would probably bring you something he found in a trash can and hold onto the better stuff in order to extort you for more body parts. That seems like a very Mr. Gap thing to do.

Finally, the room you were looking for came into view, and you stopped at the doorway to survey it.

Mr. Crawling spoke up behind you. “you want here?” He inched forward until his frame was squeezed between you and the doorway.

You look down at him and nod, “me want here.”

“why here?”

The question gives you pause as you rack your foggy brain for the best way to word your intentions with your limited vocabulary. How do you tell him that you’re here to look for something, but that you also don’t know what that something is?

“why here?” The question was proposed again, but it wasn’t from Mr. Crawling this time.

Before you can assess anything, another face abruptly lurches out from one side of the doorway, so close that you can feel their nose touch yours. You let out a less than dignifying shriek and stumble back, tripping over and then falling on top of Mr. Crawling. His arms give out from the surprise, leading to both of you hitting the floor with a dull thud.

The person that startled you starts cackling loudly, clearly quite pleased with himself. You would recognize that obnoxious, mischievous laughter anywhere. Your eye twitches in aggravation and you lunge forward with your crowbar, narrowly missing him.

“Dammit, Mr. Stitch! You scared the hell out of me!” You readjust your hood so you can properly glare at the troublemaker in front of you. He has a smug grin on his face as he looms over you, clearly unbothered by your outburst. You inhale deeply, then speak to him in a way he can actually understand, “you bad! stop!” 

Your attempt at lecturing him falls completely flat. Mr. Stitch chuckles and crouches down while speaking in a tone that was nothing short of condescending, “you sad? mad?” He reaches out and knocks your hood off before aggressively ruffling your hair. “pet, pet!” His voice became much more squeaky as he said that. It took a moment, but then you realized he was trying to mimic Mr. Crawling’s high pitched voice.

Ah. He was mocking him. You slap the offending hand away and are about to take another swing at him with your trusty crowbar when two arms wrap around your middle and drag you back. One hand drifts up and strokes your hair gently in a vague attempt at fixing the mussed hair. Mr. Crawling’s chin settles on your shoulder “you hurt? them pain you?” The arm still around your waist tightens slightly.

Mr. Crawling’s presence forces your boiling ire down into a simmer, and you sigh. “me not hurt.” You take a moment to mull over how to express that you’re annoyed more than anything. Annoying is definitely a word you need to learn how to say if you’re going to keep running into Mr. Stitch. Maybe Mr. Chopped would be able to teach it to you? Annoyance seems to be a prevalent emotion in his experience with being a disembodied head in a realm full of antagonistic spirits.

Whatever, you suppose that dictating your precise feelings isn’t particularly important right now. Mr. Stitch is a pain in your ass, but that’s about it. He hasn’t been directly hostile towards you, at least not yet, and seems to have more of a preference for playing pranks more than anything. Like when he tricked you into getting on some weird ghost bus with him yesterday and wouldn’t tell you how to get off it until you tried to beat him. A frustrating experience, but ultimately harmless.

You pry yourself out of Mr. Crawling’s grasp and get back on your feet, then level Mr. Stitch with a half-hearted glare, “why you here?”

Mr. Stitch also took the opportunity to stand. He shrugs and stuffs his hands into the pockets of the coat that he “found”, “bored.” He glances down at the junk he’s standing on and kicks a small box across the room. His eye darts back to you and his grin widens, “you want play?”

“me not want play,” you’re quick to shut him down. You do not want to go on another adventure with him. The ghost bus may not have been that bad, but you have your doubts that continued outings with Mr. Stitch will always be so benign. You shoulder past him and march into the room, and you can hear Mr. Crawling trailing close behind. Once you���re in the center of the room, you take a cursory look around, hoping that something useful will stick out to you.

Nothing does, because of course not. Why would anything here be so straightforward?

Might as well get to work. You crouch down and start pushing and lifting various objects to expose anything potentially hiding beneath. From your peripherals, you can see Mr. Stitch approaching again. He stops not far from where you are and watches you for a moment before speaking up again, “why you here? want item?”

Oh, right. You still haven’t explained what you were doing here, to neither him nor Mr. Crawling. You nod, “me want item.”

The confirmation of what your goal was made Mr. Crawling perk up, “what item you want?”

His question makes you internally cringe because you don’t know how to say ‘I have no idea and am hoping for a miracle here’ in monster speak or whatever their language was called. So instead, you just tell him, “me not know.”

Mr. Crawling looks puzzled by your answer and exchanges a glance with an equally confused Mr. Stitch, but ultimately follows your lead and starts rummaging through the piles of stuff in the room.

For a while, you’re left to dig through the junk in relative silence. Mr. Crawling would periodically hold up random items to see if that was what you wanted, though nothing found had piqued your interest yet. Mr. Stitch had grown bored of watching you and was now wandering around the room aimlessly, occasionally examining an object that caught his eye, presumably wanting to find something new to prank people with.

Mercifully, your luck turns and you find something under the rubble. Your eyes light up as you grab onto and pull out a small radio from what it was buried in. You brush off the handheld radio and look it over. 

A radio wasn’t necessarily useful. You highly doubt that there is a how-to-escape-a-ghost- dimension station, but you can’t deny that it would be nice to hear some music or words in your own language. Beggars can’t be choosers, and you aren’t about to complain about something that could at the very least provide a mood boost.

Hair tickles at your cheek as Mr. Crawling peers over your shoulder, “item you want?”

“maybe.” You give a noncommittal answer. Sure, this caught your attention, but you knew full well that this radio was going to do nothing to help you. Mr. Crawling appears to understand what you mean and resumes sifting through the room.

Balancing on the uneven, junk covered ground would have been inconvenient at the best of times. With how lightheaded you have been as of late, it feels like an accident waiting to happen. You hike up your dress with one hand to keep it from getting caught on any debris and make your way to the nearest doorway so you can sit down.

Once there, you set the radio in your lap and flip the switch on the side to turn it on. It crackles to life, which gives you a spark of hope. The only noise leaving the speaker was static, so you start twisting the dial to try and tune into a specific station. Absolutely nothing changes as you spin the knob. There’s not so much as a hint of music or someone’s voice, it’s nothing but empty static. You twist it back and forth frantically a few more times before giving up and turning it back off with a scowl. You suppose it was on you for getting excited. That TV you saw once before also only displayed static.

A figure plops down next to you, forcing you to scoot over so that he isn’t practically in your lap. You look to the side and see Mr. Stitch making himself comfortable next to you. His eye is locked onto the radio sitting in your lap. Then he smirks and snatches it up. He holds it away from you, dangling it out of reach, “you want this?”

“not want that,” you say with a huff as you lean against the wall.

Mr. Stitch deflates instantly at your response, “not want? disappointed.” Just like that, his interest in the object dies and he drops it on the ground. Much like a child, he appears to want things only when someone else is playing with it. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at his petulant behavior. 

His foot nudges the radio gently, then he elbows your side while pointing at it, “what this?”

Is he quizzing you? You hadn’t taken him for the type to care about your comprehension of the local language. After racking your brain for the right words, you answer, “machine item.”

Apparently your answer was insufficient because his brow furrows and he shakes his head. He points at the radio again, then at you, “what this your language?”

You blink in surprise as you figure out what he meant. He wanted to know what you called it in your world. Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure that he’s the first person to inquire about your language. At least, he’s the first person to ask that you could understand. Maybe someone asked previously and you just didn’t know it because you hadn’t gotten a good enough grasp on the language yet.

He nudges you again, looking increasingly exasperated, and successfully snaps you out of your thoughts. You pick the radio up, then say its name “Radio. Ra-di-o.”

For a moment, he tilts his head and stares hard at it, then tries to mimic the word, “Rrr-adi-o.” The mouth movements were blatantly alien to him. The language here was best described as wispy and heavily reliant on pitch. All of the words that you had learned thus far were single syllable and flowed off the tongue gently, so the harshly divided syllables all crammed into one word were very much throwing him off. 

The butchered attempt at the word makes you giggle, “You’re putting too much emphasis on the ‘R’. Say it like this: ra-di-o.” You aren’t sure why you tried to explain it to him given that he certainly wouldn’t comprehend it, but it is what it is.

“ra-DI-o,” he said it again, this time putting all of the emphasis on the second syllable. It was a bit overstated, but sounded correct enough, so you smile and nod. Mr. Stitch perked up, saying the word again and looking quite proud of himself, “Radio! sound wrong!”

You chuckle a little. The word does sound wrong when compared to the language here, he isn’t incorrect about that. Still, it was nice to be the one teaching for once.

Mr. Stitch bends down and grabs the nearest object and holds it up to you, “what this?”

It seems like you’re going to be here for a while. Oh well. Out of all the games he could want to play, a language learning one is about as innocuous as it gets.

[junjomonstah]

Finished all my Homicipher Art Cards! 💖

They're all up for grabs in my store if you are interested! C:

[whokilledsamara]

How about Mr. Stitch SFW / NSFW HCs?? :)

MR. STITCH N/SFW HCS

a list of n/sfw hcs for Mr. Stitch :D

warnings || smut, cunnilingus, rough sex, no aftercare, aggressive sexual activity, blood play, blood as lube, sadism, non-con aspects but not fully non-con

{an: sorry i haven't been active, im going thru a depressive episode rn, ily guys and i hope you are all well!}

SFW

its definitely hard to even call what you have with Mr. Stitch a relationship.

Mr. Stitch doesnt understand the needs humans have, nor the emotions they feel. he sees you more as a plaything.

there may be some feelings he has that he just cant seem to understand– but he shows them with little gifts he finds here and there, and even a jacket that looks all to similar to Mr. Humans.

if you sleep, you have to sleep where he can watch you. he refuses to have it any other way.

he often gets into fights with Mr. Crawling– most of the time having to be you who breaks up the argument.

he is a very touchy person. not in a perverse way yes it is but he is constantly touching you.

is absolutely aggressive. he manages to do it in a cute way, seemingly as a game or something. he doesn't act like a villain despite what he does.

even when he isn't near you, his gaze never seems to leave. he could be many rooms away from you and you can still feel his eyes on the back of your head.

he definitely likes scaring you. not in a mean way, he just likes seeing you jump.

a very playful man XD

NSFW

when you have sex, he seems more curious than anything.

he doesn't understand anything other than the fact that it feels really good– sometimes even leading to him overtaking you, not caring about your pleasure.

that however is rare, he wants his plaything happy. just teach him what to do and he will try his best. make sure to tell him not to actually consume you though.

his favorite position is up against a wall. he can easily lift you, but he likes positioning you so easily.

he isn't HUGE down there, definitely not longer than Mr. Crawling, but his length is very thick.

he much enjoys when you bleed as he pounds you. his pace is fast and rough– the blood making it easier for him to slide in.

is one to bite very often. expect to leave with many many bite marks and bruises on you.

takes pleasure in your pain. likes to watch you begging him to stop from the overstimulation leven as he doesn't.

most of the time, sex is random. he definitely doesn't warn you before he does it. as said, will just slam you against the wall.

has no idea what aftercare is, so unless you teach him– don't expect it.

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[elkian]

Ending 17 (Don't Make Me Worry), Scarlet/Victory Ends, and Return End spoilers:

I think it's really interesting how Mr. Stitch acts in the Ending 17 route. As far as I can tell, virtually every character in the game

1) tells the truth. Which if nothing else is probably a game design choice to make things easier, since translating is already a mechanic; determining if someone's lying on top of that would get complicated really damn fast. Diagetically, I think it's since communicating is already difficult (we see with Mr. Human that dif languages are a possibility; plus the locals turning from human to Other), that everyone is already fighting to be understood and lying would make THAT too complicated. Plus there's so many Mistake Ends that the MC can't be the only one getting killed by accident. Communication is important, is my point.

and,

2) almost always operates on basis of consent. There are a few exceptions, but largely the Other people operate on the assumption that the MC knows what she's asking for/consenting to, which comes back to both gameplay and communication.

There are outliers, of course, but they are usually from a character who's either already belligerent, or genuinely trying to help (unf their understanding of "help" isn't always conducive to a functioning human body).

Mr. Gap gets upset when you offer him a heart that you acquired without asking, and he always asks for things from you. He gets annoyed when you say no, but he never pushes it. (He does show up under your sheets, but oh well.)

Mr. Stitch is one of the only characters we've seen who asked for something (see his argument with Mr. Crawling at the first meeting) and, eventually, decides to take it when refused (running away with you).

And this is also the only ending where Mr. Crawling loses his temper. It's the only ending where he stands up (which appears to be extremely difficult for him; he was crawling in the intro, it's probably not just to not intimidate the MC), it's the only ending where he gets violent, and it's the only ending with him not smiling for an entire conversation with the MC. Even when assured of your health and safety, he doesn't smile.

Hell, Mr. Scarletella backs off when Mr. Crawling tells him to (and eventually, when the MC tells him to), even though he's very insistent on Getting the MC.

There seems to be a certain unspoken code amongst the "Monsters", and violating it is a serious breach of conduct.

Edit: Stitch also acts questionable during his "come play" option but it's less obvious than the 17 one.

Edit 2: It just occurred to me that some rooms have doors marked in some way - the tentacle room, the painting's room, and the hair salon come to mind - and those are doors you have to be invited to enter. The latter two you're specifically supposed to knock on and wait for an invitation or you get splatted. So there's definitely a form of etiquette happening, it's sort of like a fae realm but more up front about the murder lmao.

[the-wisteria-library]

Homicipher Characters As Cats

(This is literally every character, definitely the longest post I've made so far TvT)

Mr. Crawling

—Black Longhaired ragdoll, 8-10 months. You named him Cuddles!

—You found him while on a walk, lil guy was in a dumpster. At first, you thought of leaving him, as taking home a stray might not be a great idea, but lil man started following you!

—Mr. Crawling, true to his name, crawls. He almost never stands up fully, nor does he walk very fast. Almost never meows, unless he wants your attention. He'll follow you literally everywhere. Whoever said cats are independent clearly never met this floof. Hope you don't like alone time, because this Velcro baby acts like he's dying if he doesn't get attention and pets.

—the first time he meowed you nearly shit yourself. You'd locked him out of the bedroom because cathair, and just as you were falling asleep; "Hehehe!" Queue the lights flicking on, the nearest vase being grabbed for a makeshift weapon, and bowels preparing for evacuation. That was until you heard it again. Damn cat.

—overall a solid 9/10 kitty, only point off for the exorcism worthy meow at the most ungodly hours.

Mr. Scarletella

—Orange Abyssinian or Chausie. 11-12 months. Although...you've never seen a cat quite this red......why's it not blinking? You named him Esper!

—Oh if you thought Mr. Crawling was clingy you ain't ready for this little hellion. You didn't find him, he found you. This is why we don't feed stray cats, you get whatever this thing is.

—The most silent of kitties. You got him a collar with a bell solely so he stops accidentally scaring the hell out of you with how quiet he is. Lil man is smart though, he learned to make some form of noise to let you know he's there if he doesn't have his bell on/thinks extra sound is needed.

—refuses to sleep anywhere but on your bed. Although strangely, he will loaf in your umbrella stand. Makes aggressive eye-contact and purrs. Seriously it's....weird. He also somehow gets out of the house each morning, always returning with some item of sorts as a gift. Sometimes it's normal cat things, other times it's things you're not even sure how a cat his size lifted. And you'll never forget the time he brought you home a bird. That was warm. And still moving. And not dead. Kitty no! Drop it!

—8/10 Kitty. Only thing holding him back is that he won't stop staring at you when you sleep. It'd be easier if he blinked.

Mr. Silvair

—White Norwegian Forest Cat. 1-2 years. You named him Enoki!

—This elegant kitty appears fully blind, he never opens his eyes. He's a very calm kitty, prefers loafing by the sun-baked window or napping under your furniture. You could probably enter him in pageants, he's a very pretty boy. Overall a solid 8/10, points off because he keeps turning the lights off when you're in the shower.

—Suspiciously smart. Sometimes you swear this isn't a cat. He can turn on lights, open doors, even feed himself and the other kitties. He likes your bookshelf a lot too.

—You've only heard him meow once when you first met him, after that? He barely makes a peep. The most he'll do is one of those chirps cats do to acknowledge their human.

—This not so little lad appeared to you on your way home from work/school one day, meowing urgently for you to follow him. He led you to a small orange Tabby.

Mr. Chopped

—Orange American Tabby. 7-9 months. You named him Ginger!

—This is the kitty Mr. Silvair led you too! This lil chaos gremlin has Dwarfism and Cerebellar Hypoplasia, but that doesn't stop him from causing chaos. Thankfully your blind kitty acts like a dad to this little maniac.

—The happiest little guy. Seriously you could kick him in the head(don't)and he'd probably purr. He loves pets and belly rubs and laser pointers and all of that. He carries his favorite mouse toy everywhere with him.

—Meows up a storm! Definitely your most chatty cat. One of his favorite activities is following you around and just...making noise. He'll chirp and meow until you pet him or pick him up or sometimes he'll just meow because he can.

—a perfect 10/10 Kitty. Get yourself a Mr. Chopped today!(Mr. Silvair sold separately)

Mr. Gap

—Gray Selkirk Rex. 3-5 months. You named him Nico!

—You found this little man trapped in a wall! Poor baby was meowing his little head off! The first few months after his initial adoption, he'd refuse to come out from under the couch, only coming out to use the litter box.

—He eventually mellowed a little, and now he brings you little gifts or fetches your keys for you—you're not sure how he even gets them.

—a surprising cuddly kitten, when you walk past the gap in between your bed and dresser, occasionally a tiny paw will come out and bap your ankle, or when in your living room you might feel a tiny fluffy head bump against your shin. And when he really wants your attention, you'll hear the cutest little raspy mew from wherever he's hiding. (Raspy meows confirmed)

—my personal favorite, love me a carpet kitty. 10/10, I'm gate-keeping the baby.

Mr. Hood

—Black American shorthair. 2-4 years. You named him Wisp!

—Dead silent kitty. Like, if you don't already know he's there, you'll never see him.

—Follows you literally everywhere. You know how some people say their cats are their babies? Yea no, you're his baby. Can and will put himself between you and anything he deems a threat.....which is pretty much everything.

—one of the only kitties you take outside the house! Although it's more because he insists on staying with you more than you planned on taking him outside. You have a cat backpack for him.

—10/10, dad-cat anyone?

Mr. Hugeface

—White Longhaired Maine-Coon. 6-10 months. You named him Prince!

—Oh this big boy, you didn't adopt him. He adopted you. You are his pretty human.

—Total Diva. Demands playtime. Has a habit of treating the tinier cats like toys as well. Chasing other kitties tails, pawing at ears, he loves playing.

—Sheds literally everywhere. Why's it snowing? It's not! Just fur. Prepare thy lint-rollers!

—overall 9/10, would be higher if there wasn't so much floof.

Mr. Wheelchair

—White American Shorthair. 12-14 years. You named him Mittens!

—This poor baby. You adopted him from a shelter, he was the oldest Kitty there. His back legs are paralyzed, and he's missing nearly all his fur save for his face and front paws, but he's no less loveable!

—Spends most of his time loafing in a chair or on your bed. He's the sweetest boy, barely meows, content with any attention you're willing to give him. His stumped tail swishing softly when you pet him, quiet purrs rumbling in his chest.

—This little man is just the most unbothered baby. He's just happy to have a home now.

—11/10. Please protect this baby.

Mr. Stitch

—Calico with heterochromia. 11-12 months. You named him Patches!

—Chaos baby. Basically stuck in Zoomie-mode. He'll run around in circles until he literally can't anymore and takes a nap right wherever he stops. He just....flops over. It's both cute and a little strange.

—Doesn't get along with Mr. Crawling. Mostly because he instigates Mr. Crawling until he gets a reaction. Poor Mr. Crawling just wants to loaf in peace.

—Very extroverted fluff. Always tries playing with the other kitties. Tries playing with Mr. Chopped, but is often blocked by Mr. Silvair with a paw on the head.

—Overall 7/10. Good kitty, but a hyper, mischievous baby.

Mr. Human

—Yellow British Shorthair Tabby. 11-12 months. You named him Custard!

—This little guy is from the same litter as Mr. Stitch! They couldn't be more different though. While Mr. Stitch is hyper and extroverted, you hardly even see Mr. Human.

—little guy is probably the most "normal" kitty you have. He eats, sleeps, occasionally plays with his mouse toy, sleeps some more, he's....just a cat.

—Poor baby is terrified of his litter-sibling. Mr. Human will literally bolt up from a nap if he even vaguely sees Mr. Stitch. Mr. Stitch knows this and sometimes does it on purpose.

—5/10 kitty. Nothing wrong with this little lad, he's just...plain. Can't really give him a higher score since he's always hiding from you, you barely have a concept of his personality.

Mr. Masque

—Shorthair Tuxedo cat. 4-5 years. You named him Majesty!

—The fanciest kitty. Incredibly smart too! This little guy is too smart for most cat-toys, you had to get a few human puzzle toys for him! Mr. Silvair does them too sometimes, but he's mostly content with caring for Mr. Chopped.

—He's another that can go outside! He's fully leashed trained, and even knows a few commands. He's not the biggest fan of kids. Germaphobe kitty here isn't fond of the kids pulling his tail or getting his fur sticky.

—He really likes magic tricks, set him up with an iPad and put on a video of simple-or not so simple-tricks and he's occupied for hours.

—Another 10/10 kitty! Well....maybe a point off for breaking your Rubik's cube...

Mr. Machete

—Silver Egyptian Bengel. 2-3 years. You named him Killer!

—This is a cat that thinks it's a pitbull or something. He's your cat for sure, but...you're not his human. He's still got feral tendencies; jailbreaking the house for days on end, leaving you worried sick something serious happened this time only for him to saunter back home and look up at you with a "sup, where's dinner?" Kind of look.

—tries to assert his dominance over everything. Used to spray on furniture but quickly stopped when Mr. Hugeface hissed at him. Those two don't really get along.

—Can be surprisingly affectionate. If sick or injured, he's curled up behind your knees while you sleep, watching the door for any possible intruders.

—solid 6/10, can't blame a cat for being a cat.

The Hairdresser

—Sphynx cat. 4-5 years. You named them Ruby!

—This poor baby. They've got all the appeal of a wet sponge. A lovable wet sponge though!

—mostly stays in their cat-bed, but has an odd habit of grooming the kitties. It's rather amusing watching the other kitties reactions. From indifference(Mr. Silvair) to squirmy annoyance (Mr. Chopped and Mr. Crawling) to curious pawing(Mr Hugeface and Mr. Gap) and just about every other reaction in between.

—Their catbed is made of fur, and since this little wet-rat looking creature is furless, they get the rare privilege of sleeping in your bed during the cold months!

—10/10 kitty, this poor creature, get them a hat or a wig or something.

The Bride

—Grey British Tabby. 1-3 years. You named her Hime(Japanese for Princess)

—This little Angel is just that, an Angel. She's literally the perfect cat. Quiet, clean, only a little sassy, and the best part? She actually uses her litter box and doesn't pee in your plants! Unlike a certain Calico.

—This poor thing is scared of Mr. Chopped, and the feeling is mutual. Anytime they're in the same room, they're on completely opposite sides, probably on top of a table or behind a couch, staring each other down like the other is growing a second head.

—Another kitty you could put in a pageant. She's a very elegant cat, walks with purpose and her snout in the air. She's a sassy princess and we love her for it.

—9/10 kitty, you're hoping with some treats and baby steps, that she and Mr. Chopped will actually be able to stay in the same room as each other!

The Hooded Child

—White American longhaired. 3-6 months. They're called Lemon!

—This little one isn't actually yours! They're only staying with you for a few days because you're babysitting for a friend!

—Oh Mr. Chopped hates this gremlin. Mostly because this demon in a cat suit doesn't seem to grasp the idea that Mr. Chopped doesn't want his tail pulled and pawed at.

—Kitten seems scared or at least intimidated by Mr. Silvair, so it's the only time poor Mr. Chopped gets a moment's peace.

—3/10, not Mr. Chopped approved.

Mrs. Blue Clad

—Russian Blue. 5-7 years. You named her Opal!

—This isn't really your cat per-se, just a stray that keeps following you home from work/school each evening. She's always there, following from about three meters away.

—She has the cutest fur pattern, three of her paws are white, her left front paw is black, making it look like she's lost a sock or shoe.

—Mr. Hood doesn't like her very much, growling lowly whenever he sees her. She'll instigate by rubbing her face against your leg or flopping down on your feet for pets.

—6/10, mysterious kitty.

Mrs. Nurse

—Black and white ragdoll. 7-8 years.

—she was in the same shelter as Mr. Wheelchair! Although you didn't adopt her since she was already in the adoption process. One of the vets at the shelter adopted her!

—She's a very quiet kitty, and a little chaotic accidentally. She has a habit of knocking medicine bottles over with her tail.

—Mr. Silvair doesn't seem to like her, the perpetual look of indifference shifting ever so slightly into one of mild annoyance was not missed by you.

—5/10, not your cat, you don't fully know her personality to make any further opinions.

Mrs. Chainsaw

—Black Locket Patterned Shorthair.

—A fully Feral cat. She's mean, or at least territorial. Hisses at you whenever you get too close.

—Mr. Hood and Mr. Machete aren't a fan of her, they'll both growl and hiss at her, Mr. Machete even got into a fight with her once.

—Thankfully, you called the CSAR(Catch, Spay, and Release) and they took her in for all her shots and she even got adopted shortly after!

—7/10, feral doesn't mean lost cause.

Telephone

—a cat toy.

—JK(mostly) Brown longhair Tabby. 6-7 years.

—by far your most illusive kitty, you hardly see them!

—They like the squeaky toys the best out of all the toys in the box. They and Mr. Masque seem to get along rather well, and on the rare occasion they'll even play together.

—8/10 Kitty (could've been a chew-toy *insert sad cowboy emoji here*)

[donghyen77]

[yourfriendlyanomalousterr0r]

He's just a little guy :3

[dreaming-wavelength]

Sorry, guys, but I just can't like Mr. Stitch. He reminds me too much of Mahito.

[komorikarma]

A little something I made in my free time :3

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