Slipknot x reader (one-shots)

11# The Fuzz Illness. P.2

Cat-boy Jim Root X Reader.

Summary : Jim doesn't notice the changes until (Y/n) points it out.

(A/n) : I decided to turn the Cat-boy into a series and turn them all into Cat-boys, cuz why the hell not?

Fluffy as fuck.

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He doesn't feel a little strange today.

He wakes up feeling like he hasn't slept at all! He would nap all day if he could.
The first things he does today is get some breakfast and make coffee, he could really use some right now.

Jim's not really feeling like doing anything today. Just some guitar practice and taking a long nap sound good.
He yawns while waiting for his coffee to be done, rubbing his eyes to let rid of the sleep in them.

After breakfast, Jim just gets one of his acoustic guitars, turns on some music and starts practicing.

Something he notices, is that the music he makes sounds so clear. Years of perform, the loud noise damages your ears over time. Perhaps it's his guitar.
He feels distracted, sometimes tickles him on his lower back.
Before he could investigate, there is a knock at the door.
He almost forgot! (Y/n) and him would hang out together today. Usually just to chat and catch up up. A little tradition the two had when he'd be home after months of touring.

Jim puts the guitar aside and turns down the music to make it background noise. Then rushes over to the front door of his house where (Y/n) should be waiting for him.
He's beaming internally, he hasn't seen (Y/n) in so long! And had missed them for sure.

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(Y/n) is running their thumb over the little gift they have brought for Jim, waiting patiently for Jim to open the door for them. They felt generous, besides they love his flustered smile whenever he's gifted something! 

Aside from the birds chirping, (Y/n) can hear some shuffling from the other side of the door. But is more distracted by the chirping to react to the door opening in time.
"(Y/n)!" Jim has opened the door and without wasting time, embraces (Y/n) in a firm hug. 

"Hello Jim, I missed ya." (Y/n)'s voice is muffled into his shoulder. They pat him on the back, flinching when something fuzzy swats their hand. 
"what was that?" (Y/n) wonders as they full away. "what'd ya mean?" he asks. 
(Y/n) takes a good look at him and their eyes widen in shock. 
"What the hell are those!?"  They point to the top of his head. The two things on his head twitch in confusion. 
"What?" The guitarist reaches up to his head. he yelps when he feels something foreign on the top of his head. 

Jim runs into the house, probably to find a mirror. (Y/n) is left at the front door, worried for their friend, they let themselves in and place the gift for Jim on the nearby table. 
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" (Y/n) hears Jim scream from what they assume to be the bathroom. 

Worried for his well-being, (Y/n) goes into the direction of the noise, into the direction of the bathroom. 
There in the bathroom, they find Jim in front of the mirror, leaning against the sink below the mirror, breathing hard and panicking. 
"Jim?" (Y/n) asks. Trying to get his attention. The guitarist slowly turns to (Y/n), the panic present in his eyes. "What the hell..." His voice quivers as he tries to express his extreme shock. There are extra feline features attached to his body. a pair of pointy cat hears on his head, a tail of a short-haired cat. The tail sways like it has a mind of it's own. The ears pointing back in fear.

"Calm down Jim, we can figure this out..." (Y/n) takes hold of his forearms, in hope to calm him down. 
"how did this happen?" He wonders, panting as he tries to control his own breathing. 
"how would i kno-" (Y/n) cuts themselves off at they remember something. 
"Joey had this problem." They confess, remembering cat-boy Joey. 

"He did?!" Jim grabs (Y/n) arms, "how was it for him??" 
"well..." (Y/n) thinks are while trying to remember what happened to Joey a couple months ago. 
"He was pretty freaked out about it, rightfully. And the ears and tail disappeared after a week or so." (Y/n) explains to the guitarist. Jim has a hopeful look in his eyes, the ears perking up. 
"Really? It leaves  after a week?" 

"I can only hope so." 


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The guitarist has his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Seemingly ashamed of how he looks now. The two dark blond cat ears flattened, a fluffy dark blond and bruin striped tail curled up against his left side.
(Y/n) stares at his new features. 
"You look cute though..." They dare to say to him. 
Jim's head snaps up to look at (Y/n) in surprise, he looks a bit offended. "I'm not cute!" (Yes, you are.) Jim defends, looking pink in the face. 
His new tail sways in irritation. 
(Y/n) doesn't respond vocally, and only smirks knowing that a lot of people would agree with them. 
"A few days right?" Jim asks again, seemingly to assure himself. 
(Y/n) scoots over to sit right next to him, patting his shoulder in hope to calm him down. 
"For Joey it was about a week. Like i said. I can only hope it's the same case for you." 
(Y/n) says, their hand moving over to Jim's hair and patting him there. 
Just like with Joey, It seems to comfort him too. He leans his head into their hand. A low purr emitting from the depth of his throat. 

(Y/n) smiles at Jim's behavior. It really is cute. They scratch him behind the cat-ear, he let's out a quiet groan and pushes his head right into (Y/n)'s hand. 
"That feels nice." He murmurs quietly. 
(Y/n) chuckles, "I thought it would."

"I had a...'Welcome back' gift for you." (Y/n) speaks up after some silence. 
The guitarist leans his head back to look at them. 
"really? You shouldn't have." He smirks, his face flusters up. 
It's just the expression that (Y/n) loves, causing them to smile. 
"It's nothing special really, just some whiskey i thought you might like." 

"Thanks (Y/n)." 

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Over the coarse of the week (Y/n) and the guitarist hang out on his couch. (Y/n) patting him, getting used to his new features, and he gets used to his new heightened senses. 
Him standing in his completely dark room to test his 'glow-in-the-dark eyesight' as he calls it. He is hearing all these new things. He claims to hear them clearly from the other side of the house.
He does eventually take it a lot better than Joey had in a way. 

What Jim can't get enough of is affection. Being near (Y/n) and getting pats from them. It feels nice for him, and he purrs as well. 
He becomes quite clingy actually. Not willing to leave (Y/n) alone as he seems to have a lot more appreciation for their company.  

"ugh, i'm so tired." Jim complains, rubbing on of his eyes trying to get the feeling sleep out of them. "well, go take a nap then." They suggest to him after putting away the now clean plates of the lunch the two just had. 
(Y/n) doesn't look at the guitarist, too busy putting away the clean dishes. 

They can hear him stand up and walks up to (Y/n) and stand behind them with unintentional intimidation.
If Jim won't leave them alone like this, then (Y/n) can just take a nap with him right.So, (Y/n) guides him to where they think is his bed-room. Place him down on his bed and then lay down with him. He moves over and rests his head on (Y/n) 's chest, softly purring as they run their hands through his hair. He pushes his head into their hands, clearly enjoying it.
Jim nuzzles into (Y/n), holding onto this moment for as long as it goes.His tail swaying with glee at the affection he receives.

Well, (Y/n) is probably stuck here now...

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Cat-boy Jim is something i needed i life. 

Thanks for reading.
- Missalot.