Bathtime killed the... human?

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"Vampy, get off my shoulder!" The small cat's claws dig into my shoulders as I try to peel it from my clothes. "A bath isn't gonna kill you!" Vampy hissed and screeched. "Ow ow ow, let go you fluffy jerk!" Their claws loosened and I pulled the cat off my now, bloody shirt. "Thank you.." I gently placed the nervous feline into the water, making sure it was the right temperature. I grabbed a brush and squeezed soap onto it. I lathered up the brush and started working on Vampy's fur. "See? That wasn't so hard." I pet the fuzzy demon, being sure to comfort them as I went through the matted areas of their fur. The dust and blood on their fur began to wash off, revealing their true fur color. "Awe! You aren't black! You're dark gray! Still cute though." I ruffled his fur and grabbed a towel. " alright buddy, let's get you warm. I used small heating packs to warm up Vampy and bandaged myself up. "I really need to trim your nails, lil' demon"

As I laid my head onto my pillow and vampy sat at the edge of my pillow. "Hey buddy, sleep well..." I close my eyes and hear rustling "Vampy, chill." I sigh loudly and pull the covers over me. All of a sudden footsteps behind me. Before I can react something sharp hits me directly in my head and I pass out.

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