You rushed towards the tower's front entrance, an imposing oaken door that was at least twice your size.
A great brass ring adorned each individual door serving as handles.
You fervently hoped that the door wasn't locked, you didn't want to draw the attention of anyone lurking inside.
Thankfully, a cursory tug on the door handle revealed the way to be unlocked,
You rushed inside and closed the door behind you, breathing heavily in a soft panic.
Immediately you heard hushed voices coming from beyond the dark entry hall.
"Did you hear something Sawyer? It sounded like someone just came through the front door."
"Ugh, I told those people I didn't want whatever they're selling. I mean, who in their right mind would buy flatten-proof long underwear? We nearly always reinflate ourselves anyway."
"I don't know, but I think we might have an intruder. We better go check it out."
Oh. Oh fuck. That's not good.
The dwelling was already occupied and you attracted the attention of it's owners.
You can't go back outside until the coast is clear so you might be forced to evade them until things cool down.
Not wanting to stand around and make yourself a sitting duck you scurried forward, mindful of the footsteps that were rapidly getting closer.
Now, where to hide?
There was an open door with a lit kitchen and dining room with small wooden cabinets, a modern looking stove, a modern looking fridge, multiple pots and pans hanging from the ceiling and a neat looking cloth covered table in the center of the room.
Other than that, there was no place to lay in, the cabinets all looked far too small.
This place is bust, better find another room and quick.
Next to the kitchen was a stone stairway leading up the upper floors of the tower, can't go up that way.
You frantically searched along the wall, hands pressed into the stonework and gasped in delight when your palms slid over something wooden.
Jackpot.
You yanked the door open and thrust yourself inside, pressed against the back wall, and waited.
And waited. And waited.
The footsteps stopped, and your heart started beating again.
Phew that was a close one.
"Well, ain't you just a tall glass of water."
Your blood froze.
You slowly turned around, terrified at what you were going to find.
Two blue eyes with slit pupils shone in the darkness, and not much else.
"Well, sugar, you done come in here. Ain't you gonna introduce yourself?"
"Gaaaaah" you screamed, then quickly tore into the closet door, slamming it open and hitting the two cat ladies who were standing outside.
The door swung back open to reveal Sawyer and Calico Briggs, both completely flattened from the impact.
"You were saying about those flatten-proof long johns?"
"Shut. Up. Callie."
Miss Kitty, one of the female cats from An American Tale: Fievel Goes West, calmly stepped out of the broom closet, unfazed from the whole ordeal.
"Now you two pull yourselves together, we've got a human on the loose in the house and he's probably lost and frightened." She softly chided at her two housemates.
Sawyer, who reinflated first, sat up and rubbed at her poor sore noggin.
"Owww, my head... Damn, that hurt. What did you say about s human being in the house? Aren't they supposed to be this mythical creature?"
"Apparently they're not so imaginary, since one just charged out of our broom closet, Callie quipped while rubbing her nose.
Kitty arched her back and waved her paws in excitement
"C'mon girls, let's go find him. They say that having a human living in your house is good luck, and they're the cuddliest creatures you'll ever meet."
This seemed to convince her housemates, who looked at each other and each gave a toothy grin.
A great brass ring adorned each individual door serving as handles.
You fervently hoped that the door wasn't locked, you didn't want to draw the attention of anyone lurking inside.
Thankfully, a cursory tug on the door handle revealed the way to be unlocked,
You rushed inside and closed the door behind you, breathing heavily in a soft panic.
Immediately you heard hushed voices coming from beyond the dark entry hall.
"Did you hear something Sawyer? It sounded like someone just came through the front door."
"Ugh, I told those people I didn't want whatever they're selling. I mean, who in their right mind would buy flatten-proof long underwear? We nearly always reinflate ourselves anyway."
"I don't know, but I think we might have an intruder. We better go check it out."
Oh. Oh fuck. That's not good.
The dwelling was already occupied and you attracted the attention of it's owners.
You can't go back outside until the coast is clear so you might be forced to evade them until things cool down.
Not wanting to stand around and make yourself a sitting duck you scurried forward, mindful of the footsteps that were rapidly getting closer.
Now, where to hide?
There was an open door with a lit kitchen and dining room with small wooden cabinets, a modern looking stove, a modern looking fridge, multiple pots and pans hanging from the ceiling and a neat looking cloth covered table in the center of the room.
Other than that, there was no place to lay in, the cabinets all looked far too small.
This place is bust, better find another room and quick.
Next to the kitchen was a stone stairway leading up the upper floors of the tower, can't go up that way.
You frantically searched along the wall, hands pressed into the stonework and gasped in delight when your palms slid over something wooden.
Jackpot.
You yanked the door open and thrust yourself inside, pressed against the back wall, and waited.
And waited. And waited.
The footsteps stopped, and your heart started beating again.
Phew that was a close one.
"Well, ain't you just a tall glass of water."
Your blood froze.
You slowly turned around, terrified at what you were going to find.
Two blue eyes with slit pupils shone in the darkness, and not much else.
"Well, sugar, you done come in here. Ain't you gonna introduce yourself?"
"Gaaaaah" you screamed, then quickly tore into the closet door, slamming it open and hitting the two cat ladies who were standing outside.
The door swung back open to reveal Sawyer and Calico Briggs, both completely flattened from the impact.
"You were saying about those flatten-proof long johns?"
"Shut. Up. Callie."
Miss Kitty, one of the female cats from An American Tale: Fievel Goes West, calmly stepped out of the broom closet, unfazed from the whole ordeal.
"Now you two pull yourselves together, we've got a human on the loose in the house and he's probably lost and frightened." She softly chided at her two housemates.
Sawyer, who reinflated first, sat up and rubbed at her poor sore noggin.
"Owww, my head... Damn, that hurt. What did you say about s human being in the house? Aren't they supposed to be this mythical creature?"
"Apparently they're not so imaginary, since one just charged out of our broom closet, Callie quipped while rubbing her nose.
Kitty arched her back and waved her paws in excitement
"C'mon girls, let's go find him. They say that having a human living in your house is good luck, and they're the cuddliest creatures you'll ever meet."
This seemed to convince her housemates, who looked at each other and each gave a toothy grin.
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June 2, 2023
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