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Stop bullying the poor, annoying robot! He just wants to be your friend!

First of four KVN casts to be finished! He still needs a glossy sealant before I start working on the next raw cast.

Sculpted in polymer clay, molded in Smooth-on Oomoo 30, and cast in Smooth-cast 300. Finished with paint and additional components.

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Welcome the to the final space fandom

Where I can make you cry with one photo

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Avacato meets some earth kittens

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*** CONTAIN SPOILERS ***

from Final Space

I want to see more of him. hope you guys like the story ; )

and I hope my english didn’t hurt your eyes too much lol

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Final Space: A sense of closure

(Special thanks to Oscar power for his help on this one: https://twitter.com/oscarpower)

(Virdoote)

 "My boy...where's my boy?"

“Avocato, son of Daracato and Lonacato, you're time has come.

Twisting his head from side to side Avocato muffled out an upset cry, looking up at the shrouded figured before him, floating halfway off the dimly lit pool of water that seemed to stretch for eons for every direction. The cat man was knee deep in it, shoving some of the fresh liquid into his face to wake up from this nightmare. "i'm not dead, I can't be dead..."

 The shrouded figure waited out the pleas and bargains from the creature before in respectful silence, and when Avocato bowed his head in confirmation, in acceptance of his fate. He reached out a bony hand, and took him away into eternity.

---- (Oscar)

The seasons were unfamiliar to Gary. At least on this planet anyway. It felt like an autumn back on Earth. Ventrexian weather was one of the many things he had never asked Avocato about. Or his son, for that matter. Still, he silently shivered in his overcoat and kept a stoic watch. He was greying at the temples, perhaps a little less trim around the waist then he'd have liked (a fact that Quinn constantly found cause to joke about) but he was still recognisably the Gary Goodspeed who had met that Ventrexian all those years ago.

The other, figure however? The one he was keeping a silent watch over now? He was unrecognisable. Not in a bad way. And not necessarily a physical way either, that teal strip of fur on the top of his head still standing out against the orange. But he had changed. Perhaps it was the sadness that lurked behind his eyes occasionally. Perhaps it was the way he tempered his laughter sometimes, as though he had been forced to give up a child-like joy much too young. But he had changed, so much from that rebellious, angry, inventive teenager he had first met all those years ago.

"There isn't a body in there." the feline figure mumbled, on his knees, barely audibly. "I know. We tried to find him, but-" Gary sighed. There was a marker though. A simple marble stone. 'Here lies Avocato, son of Daracato and Lonacato, father to...'

Even reading the words made Gary's head pound and his eyes sting. How could it be like this? Twenty years on, and he was still cut up about this? How could be like this? Shouldn't he get over this? Why did he leave him like this? The last living member of Cato clan meanwhile, just stared into the unfeeling whiteness of the tombstone, as if maybe he stared hard enough, he could go back and maybe see him one last time.

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“I thought this would, make it better” The cat finally spoke, running an anxious finger through the fur on his head “they say funerals, t-tombs, all that bring closure but...I don’t know. I still feel the same way.” Littlecato bowed his head and began to mumble something inaudible, or perhaps in a language Gary didn’t know, but he could tell from the hushed tone and furrowed brow that it was deeply meaningful. Littlecato was praying. Ventrexians worshipped not a god or gods, as Gary had found out, more of an abstract representation of their ancestors. Passed souls who they believed stayed with them throughout every trial and tribulation, it was the same reason Avocato had carried that glass jar of ashes with him wherever he went, a remembrance of the dead and a desperate hope for something after.

Littlecato for his part had struggled with that belief after everything that had happened but now he put aside all of that hurt and torment and anger, and whispered a short plea loud enough for Gary to hear. “Keep him out of trouble, mom.” He opened his tear stroked eyes, gave them a single wipe and then turned back towards Gary. “you know what, I do feel a little bit better after all...this is nice.”

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"It is." Gary said hoarsely. Try to keep it composed man. You got your arm ripped off for crying out loud, and this is the thing that somehow sets you off? The feline figure must have noticed something was wrong with the older man though. He gave him a quizzical look, which Gary tried to counter with the same stoic, masculine look he had once seen on an Infinity Guards recruitment poster half a lifetime ago.

"You know, you don't have to pretend Gary." Littlecato sighed. There was a tense silence. The wind whipped around semi-audibly, rustling the bare branches of the trees that surrounded the small grave-site.

"I-er...we should get going..." the human mumbled, shifting his gaze to the ground, as though almost ashamed to look Littlecato in the eye.

Ashamed, why would that be Gary? Guilty that you're alive and he isn't? Guilty that you have to look his son in the face everyday and tell him things will be okay when they aren't? Guilty that you didn't sacrifice yourself instead of him so you didn't have to deprive a parent of their child. Oh, but you would know all about that, wouldn't you?

 SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP.

Gary stuck his fingers to his temples, rubbing them as his head throbbed. He turned away and looked off into the far distance, the eddying winds picking up clouds of red dust from the ground and flinging them about. "Gary. I feel the same way you know. Remember when I told you all those years ago how I didn't know we were both in the same club?" the feline said quietly, harking back to the moment he discovered that they had both lost their fathers. "Yeah?" the older man exhaled, still not turning around. "We both lost him together as well." Gary turned back and chanced him a few seconds of eye contact. "I thought it would get easier. Or at the very least I'd be able to get all the bad stuff out of the way quickly , like ripping off a band-aid...but it just keeps going. This dull...pain." He paused. "I'm sorry."

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 "Littlecato! Wait!"

The cat didn’t listen, didn’t want to listen, running on all fours all the way towards the vent on the other side of the room. Away from Gary, away from Quinn, away from that hole....

The vent grid clanged shut behind him and Littlecato could still hear the echoing voice of the human calling out to him in a strained, shaky voice, clearly distraught. He didn’t turn around though, instead he kept crawling and crawling until finally he was in an unknown, silent and dark part of the vent system far away from anybody else, pulling his legs up to his face and curling into a fuzzy ball of grieving, anguished cat.

He sniffled and felt loose tears fall through the sides of his covered face, his dad was gone. No matter how many times or ways he replayed the events of today in his head Littlecato couldn’t deny that, the shock melting away and the emptiness beginning to fill with cold, hard grief. “d-dad....” He  mumbled, biting his lips to muffle the shaky subs escaping from his distraught form  “I c-cant, cant lose you too...”

But his father didn't answer, and soon Littlecato relaxed his knees, wiped the tears from his face and continued on through the vents. Now his thoughts turned to the human who’d tried to grab him as he scurried away,  Gary...that was what his father had called him, try as Littlecato did he couldn’t block out the pain audible in the man’s voice, angry and bitter but concerned as well.

For a brief moment Littlecato stopped and considered turning around, ears flicking in agitation, not yet....not yet.

 He needed to be alone.

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“...don’t be sorry” Littlecato finally answered after a moment of silence “you have nothing to be sorry about.” He got to his feet and moved towards Gary, standing a head taller than the greying human, and pulled him into a tender, soft hug. “I don’t know what I would of done without you Gary, you weren’t dad but...you were damn close.”

He pulled back, breath coming out in shaky rasps, looking back at the grave one last time. “I know why he liked you, you’re a good guy Gary, and you’re not responsible for what happened.”

Littlecato could feel the human’s chest tense and then flatten, burying his head in the cat’s cotton clad shoulder for a moment before returning, eyes heavy with tears. “Feeling a bit better?”

Gary knodded.

No other words passed between the two men and, as Littlecato would recall years later, they never talked of this talk of this moment ever again. Instead they simply walked out of the cool Ventrexian cemetery past the many graves that each could of represented a mother, a brother, a father. Past the steel gates and past the large trees stretching as far as the eye could see, paw on shoulder, until finally they got to the door of a small but typical Ventrexian hut isolated on the outskirts of the village.

This was nice, Littlecato had to admit and he felt an inkling that Gary felt the same way, real nice.

“Alright, guess i’ll see you around. Do you guys celebrate Christma-” Before Gary could finish his sentence the cat drove forward and pulled him into a warm, firm hug. Eyes wide the captain only managed to wrap his arms around and return the gesture, their embrace lasting one minute, then two, until finally Littlecato broke it with a quick sigh and a grin.

“Thanks man, for everything.”

“...yeah, you too.”

“So, Christmas? Sounds fun. Guess i’ll see you then, captain.”

And just like that he was gone, opening his door and pulling himself inside with one swift movement. Leaving Gary alone with his thoughts, and a certain sense of accomplishment, and pride.

“Guess this is that closure thing they always told me about.”

And with a chuckle he was gone too, back to the galaxy one, long ago re-purposed into a home ship and anchored on one of the major Ventrexians moons, and back to Quinn and H.U.E.

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So…I had to make a whole comic for my comic class as our final and boy this took me forever. I only had to do four pages but of course I had to give myself 6 lol. (the cover plus pages 1 and 3-6) Had I more time I’d probably change a couple of things but I only had about two weeks or so along with work from another class, so this was the best I could manage. I still like how it turned out though overall and I hope you all enjoy it ;u;

If the text is hard to read go here

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Quinn is bound to run out of oxygen whilst stuck in Final Space Then she’ll become Quinn Airgone

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Final Space: Visions of the passed

THIS FANFIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 10 OF FINAL SPACE

Littlecato didn't feel the flames, his suit made sure of that, but he damn well felt the harsh thump of his head hitting the side of the galaxy's one's left engine before it exploded and sent him hurtling through raw space. He didn't feel anything after that, his still form curling up on itself and going limp in the dark reaches of the vast universe, like a single snowflake floating in an ocean.

"Hey kid"

He opened his eyes expecting a harsh burn or a massive thumping headache but instead it was nothing,the emptiness of space replaced by a white void that the intuitive kid quickly realised was the afterlife. And that voice....

"Missed you a lot” Avocato’s voice was calm and gentle, a hand reaching out to grasp Littlecato’s and pulling him into a warm, sweet smelling hug, short muzzle leaning in to nuzzle at his sniffling side.

“I’m s-sorry!”

“Sorry for what? you’ve got nothing to be sorry about anymore “But we didn’t do it, I couldn’t do it....I'm nothing, I'm not like you." Avocato grip tightened and for a moment the younger cat almost thought he was gonna get a scolding, some childlike fear rising up and then subsiding as it turned into a gentle pat of his back. “You’re not like me but...that’s good, that’s real good. And look at you, fighting the lord commander all on your own?You almost took him out as well!”

Littlecato let out a soft chuckle through his sobs, “you saw that?”

“All of it, but there’s still a bit more to be seen.”

He stood up and, maybe for the last time, Littlecato was able to see him in full silhouette exactly as he remembered him, not worn down by the perils of his adventurous life or age, nor in fear of death and exile. Just the calm gaze of a loving father staring proudly at his beloved son. Avocato pointed behind him to the other end of the endless white void, “back there is the way you came, the lord commander is there and so is Gary but...it won’t be easy.” He sighed and looked Littlecato with a small smile as if he already knew the outcome of this conversation “you’ll lose a lot, win very little, it’ll be worth it but...if you want a rest” He motioned behind himself with a thumb “i’m there, your grandparents are there, your...Mom is there. it’s real nice, safe and quiet and beautiful.”

Littlecato thought for a moment and then stood up to his full height, hands on his hips and puffing out his thin chest out as he stared with Avocato with a fanged grin. “Retirement? Sounds boring, can’t believe you got boring.”

Avocato grinned, reaching out a paw once again but this time to ruffle the teal strip of fur on his son’s head, “boring can be a welcome change sometimes. But I suppose you’ve still got a whole life ahead of you, and a certain douchebag to kill. When you get the chance, give him a bullet for me.”

Before Littlecato could say anything else his eyes shot open again and he found the white void replaced by black, green, specks of white and the crumbling wreckage of spaceships all around him. Glancing around he didn’t see Gary, nor Quinn. Nor the breach. “heh, guess we did do it after all...” the cat reached through his back pocket and found a small device, a jetpack of sorts, weak but enough to propel him towards the shell of a nearby spaceship that no doubt had extra oxygen tanks and enough tech to take him to the other side of the universe. “god job Thunder bandit” he mumbled still in a half delirious state “if you’re still around...i’ll find you.”

And after that the lord commander, and the rest of the universe, awaited him.

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Final Frontier (Final space Western AU)

“Where the earth is soft, meanest joint in town” “I’ve seen meaner...that where they keepin’ im?”

Gary’s wide brimmed hat motioned up and down in confirmation as he turned to his partner and, briefly, considered how strange it was to see a 6 foot tall cat on the back of a normal horse. “What you staring at?” Avocato shot back and slid his trademark red revolver in and out of it’s holster, a nervous twitch, Gary could understand that.

“Nothin, just making sure you’re ready for this”

“Ready? Boy i’m gunning for every single one of those creeps, whether they’ve harmed a hair on his head or not, let’s get going!”

Avocato’s horse shot forward and Gary was quick to follow, bounding down the hill letting the blaring sun retreat behind a mountain and wash them in coolness for a few second, small comfort but the outlaw would take what he could get in times like these, heart beating faster and faster the closer they got the saloon. Any look at Avocato would show that the cat was glaring ahead, teeth bared, ready to tear some skin and shoot anything dead that wasn’t made of metal or already in the midst of an eternal sleep.

But when they busted through the saloon doors the two desperadoes found something odd, it was empty. “hmmm, guessin’ it was closed toda-”

“Not quite so lucky, the Gary!

They turned their attention towards the second floor balcony, watching a small and slightly green booger of a man make his way out to face them. “The Sheriff! Should of know you’d be involved in this, where’s the boy?”

Sheriff Jack lord climbed up on the second floor balcony and tipped his little hat at the man and the cat below. Avocato’s muzzle twitched, blood and underneath that blood was the smell of water and soap, seems the Saloon had been full today after all.... he gritted his teeth and turned to face his enemy.

“The boy’s safe, matter o’fact he’s in the cellar right now, see he’s got a hefty bounty on his head, worth more to me alive than dead. But you two....you don’t share that distinction.”

Suddenly the piano lifted off it’s legs and surged towards the two outlaws with a barrelling roar, barrelling through the door of the saloon and almost taking Gary with it but what the outlaw was quick to react, rolling forward and taking aim at the sheriff. *bang* *bang* *bang*, bullet after bullet was fired at Sheriff lord as Avocato dived behind a bar and took shots of his own, a hail of metallic fury aimed at one man and one man only.

“You and your crew been causin’ trouble round these parts for too long” Sheriff lord began, putting out his hand and bringing the bullets to a slow stop mere inches from his face, then with a flick of his finger, turning half of them to face the cat and the other half to face Gary “right after i’m done with you maggots i’m going straight for that cargo of yours.”

Flipping over a nearby table Gary closed his eyes as the bullet’s rained back down on them, splintering wood and ricocheting off of every surface, the closest one grazing right past his ankle and tearing a strip of skin with it. “you’ll never be gettin’ the map to final space, partner” he cried and looked over to see if Avocato was still here, no, good. £just have to keep him occupied for a few minutes then.

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Littlecato could hear the commotion outside but the darkness of the cellar swallowed everything else. All he could do was sit, and wait, and hope that his dad would come through.

And sure enough....

“Hey, Junior? Shhh, don’t say a word” a furry hand was clasped around his muzzle “we’ll do all that family talkin’ business later, now we need to get you outta here.”

Still unable to see anything but recognising his father’s mild scent of beer and cigarettes, Littlecato let himself be led out in a what seemed to be a motherly direction, closer to the clanging of metal and the splintering of wood. “Some commotion going on up there” came the gentle whisper of Avocato again “i’m gonna open this up and then I need you to run.”

“Dad I wanna fight him, i’m not gonna leave you here.”

“Leave me here? What makes you think I ain’t going with you” now that they closer to the cellar door and light was beginning to peak through the rafters Littlecato’s sharp feline eyes picked up the faintest glint of a grin, and then his father’s face came into view for the first time years “you’re gonna have to put up until the cows roost, boy. Now get goin! i’m right behind ya,”

The cellar door was kicked open and the two cat’s immediately flung themselves towards the door, Gary still positioned in his shielded form behind the dense wood of the table, “You fella’s took your sweet time” he cried and, with a moment’s hesitation as he looked at it’s engraved and beautifully carved side, gripped his gun tight and threw it as hard as he could directly at the Sheriff.

Not expecting such a heavy object to come flying at him the gun whacked the small man right on his face, letting out a sharp groan and falling back onto the hard wood of the dusty, ruined Saloon, Gary knew they only had a few minutes before he recovered. “now, go!”

They jumped on their horses and bounded forward the opposite direction from where they came. Avocato and Littlecato, shielding his eyes from the heavy sunlight, on one horse and Gary on the other, bounded for the railway tracks. The outlaw didn’t need to look behind him to know the Sheriff was already in hot pursuit on his own horse, no doubt propelling it with that magical sorcery he possessed.

For a brief moment as they reached the downhill slope and approached the empty and disused train tracks Gary saw nothing and, for the first time today, felt a flash of despair...where was she? But that fear quickly turned into joy when he heard the telltale blare of a train whistle as a ten cart steam powered, souped up monstrosity came barrelling through the nearby tunnel as if to intercept them as they tried to cross.

“What in the sam hel-”

“That’s the wild one” Avocato answered his son’s question before he could even finish asking it “best pair of wheels this side of the delta. You’re gonna love it. Now get ready to....land!”

He swiftly turned around and grabbed Littlecato around the hips before swivelling back, tossing straight through the open door of the train carriage. The young cat landing with a hard thud on the wooden floors and quickly flashing out of view as the cart moved on.

“Whew! Looked like that hurt, how you gonna explain that one to im’?” Gary chuckled nervously and took his hands off his horses reigns, this was always the worst part....

As the horses ground to a halt the two desperadoes flung themselves forward, using the momentum of the sudden stop to propel themselves through the open carriage doors just like with Littlecato, both of them landing just as hard although, being experienced stowaways, not on their heads.

Nearby Sheriff Lord watched the last of the train slip by him and cursed his own arrogance, if he’d only had one person in guarding the cellar...no matter, he gave a frustrated sigh and reached into his back pocket, taking out a single bullet from the same gun Gary had just tried to kill him with. “Bounties are good an all, but I can settle for just solving a problem...”

He flicked his fingers, and sent the piece of metal flying off towards the speeding carriage, a devious grin forming on his face.

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Avocato got up and brushed himself off as the wild one sped off towards the mountain pass, “that was good shootin’ pardner, job well done.” Gary knodded back at him and then watched as the carriage door opened and in stepped miss Quinn, his dame of the evening, and behind her, Littlecato. “how you doin’ little guy my name’s outlaw ga-” the cat walked right past him and over to his father, jumping forward and wrapping the older cat in a warm hug, both of their eyes closed tight.

“Little pardner, me and you have some catchin’ up d-”

Avocato’s eyes shot open and he stood up suddenly, falling back against edge of the carriage, hand reaching down to clutch at his side.

Littlecato took a concerned step back as Gary moved forward, “Avo, you feeling alright?” He didn’t notice the blood in Littlecato’s hands, focusing on his friend’s strange, scared expression “do you need a moment.”

The cat shook his his head, eyes growing wide and then wrenching themselves closed with pain, lifting his left paw to show an oozing, dripping hole right through the right side of his stomach.

“Take care o-of my” Avocato couldn’t speak, blooding beginning to seep through his mouth and drip to the rafter’s below “boy...”

His eye’s slipped into the back of his head and Gary jumped forward with a cry for help, for mercy, clemency from any higher being who might be listening. *no, no not him too....*

The anguished cacophony from Quinn and Littlecato behind him washing away in a sea of noise as Avocato fell back through the open door of the carriage and vanished from his sight.

Gary kept moving, disbelief, fear, anger washing over him...the sheriff, he’d left bullets behind...Avocato was gone.

Behind him Quinn was pulling Littlecato away from the doorway but Gary, Gary just pulled up his knees and sat there for a moment, then two moments, then three,  even when the sounds behind descended into quiet sobbing Gary was still there. Part of him in sheer shock at what he’d saw, and part of him thinking that if he waited here long enough Avocato would swing back around and tell him it was all a ruse.

It was then that the tears came, Avocato wasn’t coming back, the fearsome outlaw Gary had lost another one...his partner was gone.

Thing’s would never be OK again.

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Poor bab :’(

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hi uhhhh i drew everyones favorite ventrexians

ft a shirt i based on a shirt i found on google which is here

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Final Space: Birthday boy

It wasn't the cake that made Littlecato stop and freeze as soon as he dropped from the vent into the comforting familiarity of his small room, nor was it the note written in Gary's tell tale scribbled font that probably said something along the lines of "I don't know if cats can even eat cake but i'll allow it this time small-fry." Instead it was them small stack of disc like objects beside the cake that caught Littlecato’s interest, about ten of them on top of one another held together by a loosely tied red ribbon. He walked towards the stack and scowled at the two layered, lemon iced confectionery at the same time. “I told him I didn’t want anything, birthday’s are stupid” Littlecato thought, idly flicking a finger into the icing and bringing it to his lips with a soft smack “what are these things anyway? Holocards? didn’t even know they still used these...” Pulling himself up onto a chair little Cato sucked on another icing covered finger before pushing it to the other side of the table with a terse shove, “What would I want with empty Holocards?”

They’re not empty, Littlecato

Rolling his eyes the teenager turned towards the ceiling, “Then what are they for H.U.E? Gary’s old home videos?”

That’s exactly what they are, he asked me to show them to you

Before he could say another word the wall on the other side of his room lit up, the only wall not covered in graffiti or stained with robot oil from his experiments, and Gary Goodspeed’s wide eyed grin came into full view.

Holocard number one, now playing. Title: game of cards

“You’re really gonna make me watch all of these? I'll crawl back into the vent I swe-” the sentence died before it could even form in Littlecato’s mouth as the camera shifted immediately from Gary incessant ramblings to Quinn and instead focused on the other side of the table strewn with cards, to showcase a large feline dressed in typical Ventrexian fare and looking at the camera with a bored expression on his face. “d-dad?....” Littlecato snarled and wiped his moistening eyes with a slick of his wrist, but he didn’t try to leave the chair or crawl anywhere away from the video, instead he stayed where he was and pulled up his knees to his head. Curling up into an almost completely spherical ball of fuzzy fur, ears perked up to listen as it played on. It took 6 minutes and 20 seconds for the video to end and the room to go dark, but Littlecato didn’t emerge from his rebellious bundle until at least 12 of them had passed, muffled sniffles and puffs of upset racking being the only other sound in the dimly lit room. H.U.E was patient, that was his job, and he comfortably waited out the display of wild human emotion before him.

Do you wish me to play another?

Wiping the soaking fur underneath his left eye Littlecato took another moment to compose himself, eyes flicking around to stare at the tapes, the note, the ribbon and then finally the cake...It was obvious on a second look that Gary had made it himself, its sides were uneven, icing was hastily strewn around it’s slightly burnt surface and the edges were crisp. He couldn’t help but chuckle and pull it towards him, pulling a slice off the side and taking a shaky bite, the lemony taste filling the teenager with a sense of...something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Like despite everything that had happened with Knightfall and his dad that everything was going to be OK, everything was going to work out, somehow. Finishing his slice Littlecato turned back to the projector, the anxiety of watching another beginning to flare up and then subsiding. “how many of them is he in?”

All of them, those were Gary’s instructions.

“Alright, play all of them then.” He leaned back and took another slice of cake, realising it was his first birthday cake in over three years, and settled into a comfortable viewing position with a wide grin on his feline face.

Yeah, things were gonna be fine.