Recreyo Scenes

I Can't Even Title This

If you're in the Recreyo Discord... you know why this exists.

Lord forgive me, for I have sinned--

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"No way, dude."

"Please?"

"I already told you-"

"Drink the potion, Ivan!"

"Get that shit away from me-"

"DO IT, IVAN. DO IT FOR THE CAMERA!"

Ivan shielded his face from the camera lens with his arms. Currently, Christian was trying to urge him to drink an unknown substance, and after that one Harry Potter episode, Ivan really didn't trust him.

Especially when the former had a camera, trying to shove it into the boy's face. The things Christian did for content was appalling, and Ivan wanted to have no hand in it.

"There's nothing you can do to make me drink that! It's literally fucking glowing!" Ivan hissed, "Where did you even get that!?"

"Don't worry about it!" Christian sounded exasperated. Ivan couldn't believe that he had the audacity to sound tired, when he was the one being so persistent.

"Well, now I'm definitely worried. And scared- I mean, are you trying to drug me?"

Christian sighed, looking down at the potion. He swirled it around in one hand, the camera still being held in the other.

"I didn't want to do this, but you gave me no choice..."

"Oh, god, what are you going to-"

"DEN!"

As soon as Christian yelled that, the girl came answering his call- albeit, a little sluggishly.

"What do you want, Christian?" Den asked.

Christian smiled, handing her the potion. Den instinctively almost drank it, but he stopped her just in time. "Wait- don't drink that-! I'm trying to get Ivan to drink it."

"Why?"

"Content, Den. He's being so stubborn though, so can you help me?"

Den looked over to Ivan, who was not so subtly trying to leave through the door. "Fine. I'm on it. Anything to make him suffer."

In a single blink, Den had darted towards Ivan and was pushing the glass into his mouth. With Den being much stronger, Ivan couldn't hold her back.

As soon as the liquid slipped through his throat, his mind began to feel fuzzy, and his head felt like it was being pressed down. Den stepped back after her mission was done, and retreated next to Christian to see the effects of the potion.

"Oh man, the fans are gonna LOVE this!" Christian laughed. The camera was being pointed directly at Ivan's face.

It wasn't until Curt had walked in, that Ivan realized something was off.

"I heard you guys yelling, is everything- OH MY GOD, IVAN-? WHY ARE YOU A FURRY AGAIN??"

Ivan looked to Curt who was staring in shock. "W-What are you talking about-???"

"Christian. What the fuck did you do?" Curt turned to the mentioned boy, staring at him as though he were about to scold him.

Christian simply shrugged, "Ivan's a fan-favorite, for whatever reason. I'm just giving the fans what they want."

"CAN SOMEONE FILL ME IN!? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Ivan shouted.

Den stared, expression blank. "Ivan, your head."

She tapped her own head for clarification, and Ivan blinked. He then reached up towards his own hair, following suit, trying to figure out what she was referring to exactly.

His fingers then touched something fuzzy, and he realized that there was a triangle-shaped object flicking around on his head. Actually, two.

And remembering how Curt had called him a furry, just now...

Ivan looked down at his hands, and realized his nails resembled claws.

And if he turned around... there was definitely a tail behind him.

He looked back to Christian, who was still laughing, and inhaled deeply.

"Christian. I swear to fucking god." Ivan started. Christian stopped laughing momentarily, wiping a tear away.

"Yeah? What is it, kitty?"

"I'm going to seriously kill you again."

"I invite you to try."

Christian was still smiling, and Curt and Den looked at each other. Realizing that they probably couldn't do anything about it- not that they would've, anyway- the two promptly left together.

Fortunate for them, they didn't stick around to see Ivan lunge at Christian with his new-found claws.

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"I'll help you put the cream on it if you admit you're an asshole, Christian."

"Fuck off."

Curt rolled his eyes at Christian continuing to bicker with Ivan, even after he was all scratched up and wounded. And while they were doing so, Den was off trying to find the potion's antidote from a different universe.

So basically, it meant Curt had to babysit these two dumbasses. He thought Christian deserved what he got, but any more fights would just be exhausting to deal with.

"I don't know why I bother with you. I'm gonna go take a nap." Ivan huffed. He dropped the antibiotic cream onto the couch next to Christian, before taking his leave.

Christian opened his mouth. "A catn-"

"Don't even say it." Curt said.

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"...Is he purring?" Den asked.

She, Curt, and Christian were peering into Ivan's room. He had left the door open a crack, and was currently curled up onto a circle of blankets beneath his open window. As he slept, his tail twitched from side to side.

"He adapts quick, huh?" Christian snickered.

Curt sighed, "Just go give him the antidote."

"Awwwh, but isn't it nice to have him like this, though? He can be a little house-pet-"

"Shut up, Christian."

Once more, Den and Curt were in sync.