Entropy (Hatty Hattington X Reader)

Prison

You awoke to the sound of dripping. Everything was still and quiet, too quiet. You felt a warmth in your cheek. The matress underneath you was soft. You wanted to live in this moment forever, you clenched the pillow thinking about it. But you were abruptly cut off by the sound of a grim and sing-song voice.

"Wakey wakey my former friends!~"

You had to play that over at least three times before realizing who's voice that belonged too. No, it couldn't be.. Hatty?

He stopped shortly before passing your cell, he gave you this menacing smirk and continued on with his speech. "You fools all belong to me! You will listen to your barbaric cat-men guards while I am busy rolling around in my great riches and watching you all die. Best of luck to you all! Tootles~!" And there he goes.. W-what is wrong with him? OH SHIT-

A large burley cat-beast picks you up by the foot, throwing you into large shackles and pulling on your neck brace. You can feel the rust and dried blood drive against your skin from the previous user of these shackles. The burley feline stares at you with a gaze of death within his eyes.. He is clad in a old beaten and stained bright velvet, faded, rather smelly, and torn security guard outfit with a little crappy cap to go with it. He whaps you forcefully on the back, grumbling something in his strange "cat language" presumably, directing you forward into the light area.. Stage lights beam down at yours and your friend's eyes brightly, making your inter group's retinas burn.

The floor below you is no longer a hard concrete layering and instead a old splintery wood slab. The shackles fall off, as if they had de-materialized from being so old and awful.. The fizzled out sound and broken microphone fills the white noise as Hatty's voice booms over the static. "Greetings old chums! Welcome to my little "play", you see, you will be performing for us tonight as our new cast... unfortunately the old one had to leave because of an.. incident.." A guard sweeps a pile of bone and meat chunk into the bin across from you. The splintery floor begins to shutter and rattle as large hard cold steel blocks blast through the floor and ceiling, forming some kind of odd.. maze? You look ahead of you only to see more vicious looking cat monsters dressed in early 1900's clothing looking quite dapper. They await something to happen with all of there eyes on you and your pals.

"Well don't just stand there!" Hatty insisted, "Run!" You suddenly felt a strong burst of wind forcefully push you into this death trap. Oh god this was not him.. not at all.

A/N

hngg i wanna thank a awesome friend retrorenegade for helping me write like half the page when i had no inspiration. But I'm pulling off an all-nighter so i might as well write two parts,, wait what shh ur not supposed to know that.