SuperCatural

7 - How To Take Over Heaven

   Mewtatron continued to type on his old fashioned typewriter. He has been typing on it for centuries and centuries, creating true and false stories. Not many knew of his twoleg knowledge, what books were, and what they were about. A cat was working on a microphone looking device. "Almost done, Sir." The tom announced.

"Excellent." Mewtatron replied, his paws tapping away at the keyboard.

        "Would you like to try it now?"

        "Sure." He replied in an evil sort of meow.

        He stood up from his twoleg spinny chair, and hopped down. He began to stretch, his red house robe un-ruffling. He pawed over to the device where is assistant stood near. The assistant started flipping some switches, making sure the device worked perfectly. He stepped back a bit as Mewtatron came over to the small table. Mewtatron crouched, in a pouncing stance and leaped onto the table, the assistant standing back, giving him some personal space as his leader. The assistant nodded to Mewtatron, allowing his leader to step forward and speak to all angels. This device was connected to the angel radio, it could send a message to all the angels, every single one. "Good evening." Mewtatron spoke into the microphone.

        "Yes, you may be wondering what you're hearing, but it's just me. Your good old Mewtatron."

        "Some of Catsiel's followers made a right decision the other day, and I would like to congratulate them for doing what's right."

        "All of those still wandering about not knowing what to do, I have some information for you." He paused.

        "I'm going to create a new heaven. A better heaven. Even god would be amazed. Sadly, our father has left the building."

        "I will be your god. I will lead you to battle when it is Hell's time to take charge. I will help you."

        Mewtatron continued to persuade the angels listening to the angel radio, some turned it off, since Mewtatron casted them all down upon earth and lost their angel-ness. He finally stopped talking, he turned to the assistant to acknowledge it was time to turn the mic off. The assistant obeyed, and started flicking off levers and buttons. Little did this hard working tom know that the device was a one time use. He tried his best to push the large table with the heavy device on it out the door, into the hallway, and into some storage closet where hardly anything in it was used.

        Later on, Mewtatron was picking out some different old ragged outfits. For it was the day he would go to Earth and show the humans who their real god is.