short stories

Feline inscription

You paused as the area darkened, silence voiding the area of any sound leaving you with nothing but your thoughts; suddenly a deep, raspy breath interrupted the darkness as an ominous glow of a familiar button glowed softly in the darkened abyss of the dimly lit room. The smell of vanilla became potent, it was extremely strong; You were in the final room, with the feline himself. Pumpkin sitting before you in the dim light you couldn't tell if it was upset or angry, there was no facial movement, it's expression stayed the same. Yet an odd feeling resonated through your mind set as if you were here before, you felt cold and numb as a corpse.

You were dead

It took you a moment to realise why you were here, you wanted your life back, you wanted to be revived. Looking up before the feline, its frown was uncanny as the figure had a dollish plush feline appearance, but it had realistic human-like teeth; You couldn't see it, but you could hear it, the sound of a heart thumping you wondered if it was you, or the feline himself; best not to ask. You shakingly moved your hand and placed it on the table, your eyes locked onto the button once again as the feline spoke.

"So, you wanted to see me, what for? Or are you already aware?"

He asked you, his glance fixated strongly on you as if he knew your answer

"No need to answer, I already know why you are here. You are a new person. I know what you want"

Pumpkin uttered a small grumble as he adjusted himself in the seat, you felt yourself become colder as your anxiety began to rise. It just didn't feel right. You just. Felt

Wrong.

The feline tilted its head to the left implying he was smiling "Now, where do we begin?" he gently laughed, placing a claw on the table "the simple golden rule"