[I Caught you!] Cartoon Cat x Reader ((Discontinued))

Bryson LOVES Y/n!

Apple_woman: "I shouldn't cry, but I love it. Starboy!!" Stargirl interlude (The weekend). Oh yeah, this chapter might make people uncomfortable in ways less than wanted so be warned!! (ps, google translate was used so sorry if some parts aren't accurate!)

     "Wakey Wakey dear." My head swayed a little before I glanced at who was talking. What happened again?...

    "Y/n!" Cat's voice echoed a bit in my head, that was the last thing I heard from him before hitting the ground of my own home. CC...where is he now?

    D/n...where is my sweet dog, and CC? CC...

     Cold, I feel cold. So...cold. Where am I, why am I here again? Did they say the reason they took me from my family?

     "This isn't going anywhere..." A figure who looked oddly familiar, my vision was still blurry. "This should wake you up!" They said in a sing-song voice, I feel cold water being poured on me.

     "Heyyy, you're alright," Bryson said patting my hair, I pulled away instinctively which only caused my face to be drawn closer to his face. Bryson's hand clenched my chin, I couldn't move my face away anymore.

     "Now, now Y/n sweetie. You can't just do that. It's a wonder that the Dwellers didn't kill you when we brought you in..." Bryson tilted my head up to reveal my neck. "I mean, I praise them for stopping themselves, someone so delicious like you shouldn't be eaten just yet."

     "Boss." Some guard said in the back, "I don't mean to interject, however, we are getting off topic." Bryson sights and roughly lets go of my face.

     "Right, I totally forgot why I kidnapped you in the first place!"

     "Now, now, you must be wondering why I brought you here, this wonderful place is the home of the gracious Gods that are Dwellers!" Bryson's eyes shined a glint of horrifying power. I knew after that I was powerless in this place; where ever in the sewers I might be.

     "I've brought you here to ask, a simple question." Bryson walked behind me while shooing the guards away. With a simple wave of his hand, they left. I was kind of surprised that they weren't just in cult wear (which I've concluded that this place is a cult, I mean...who would actually go into the sewers unless it was their job. That's right, they would obviously be a cult). "Can you answer it for me, Y/n-dear?" Bryson was behind me now, I was tied in a chair so I couldn't really look back to him, my arms and hands were bound to the armrests of the chair and my legs were bounds to the...well, legs, of the chair.

     Anyways, the guards wore black and red armored suits accompanied by a rifle in hand.

     "Could you?" I couldn't speak due to the tape on my mouth, but what else is there to say really? What question would he ask if I were to hum a yes? Something horrible, what would he do to me or to my dog and friend if I were to say no? So, like a dingus- I stayed silent.

    "Maybe, you didn't hear me." Bryson takes hold of the chair and swings it forward, I hit the floor along with the chair's weight. I think I got a bloody nose from that.

     "Now your beautiful face is soiled and bloody...I really didn't want to do this Y/n. Can you answer the question I've got for you?" I hum a yes quickly, and just like that I got put right side up again.

     "Good, good..." Bryson takes me by the neck with his hands. Tracing me up and down from the neck down. "It's an easy one."

     I was hella uncomfortable at this point. First kidnapping, next violation. What else would he do next?! Never mind, I don't want to think about it.

     "Join us in worshipping our Gods, the Underground Dwellers would be more than happy for another follower. You can help us, and me, in a lot of ways." Bryson waits for a reply for a few seconds only to remember about the tape on my face, which he harshly takes off with a loud vrrp!

     "Ahah! So satisfying~" He says bawling up the tape.

     "Motherfucker!" My mouth area must be red due to the rip of the tape, and damn. It hurts.

     "Soooo...yes, or no. If it's a no...I would have to punish you because I hate it when I have my time wasted." Oh. Shit.

     "Time's a ticking, Y/-" Then there was a knock at the door, thank God.

     "I'm a little BUSY here," Bryson said a sudden shift in his tone with me.

     "I'm sorry to interrupt, however. The elders are calling for you." A female voice with a deep Russian accent spoke from the suit of armor. At the mention of an "elder" Bryson quickly got up and dusted himself with his hands, took out a comb from his pocket (he's had that this entire time?), and combed his hair with it, it looked sleek back, different from when it was fluffy in the hospital.

     "Well, why didn't you tell me that before?! Get out of my way!" He rudely moves past the suited woman and to the right of the door.

     "Are you Y/n L/n?" I nodded hesitantly. "Yes, why...are you going to kill me?"

     "Нет (No)." She took a glance at the camera in my room and showed it a thumbs-up.

     "I'm here to help you escape. Don't ask questions, don't be stubborn, and don't slow me down. Got it? Да? (yea)" I had no time to speak or even ask for her name before the rope was cut off, I rub my wrists because of how tight I was tied. I wore different clothes than the time I was taken away, I knew it had to be Bryson that changed me. I swear when I get my hands on him-!!

      "Let's go, no more lollygagging." The lady took me by the arm with ease, and dang was she tall...about 6' or maybe a little more, but definitely 6'.

     "Who are you..." I say a bit sick, being tied to a chair does not do you any good.

      "I say don't ask question, you ask question anyway..." The lady sighs, "I'm Celine."

     "That's not my real name, of course. That's confidential." She says letting go of my arm. "Keep going from this hallway after the change." She says tossing a pair of clothes my way.

     "These should fit you." The clothes looked like a uniform of some kind, however, they weren't like the armor that Celine was wearing, but it was like a prisoner's clothes. Orange jumpsuit and a pair of white socks.

     "Why-"

     "Just change, I'm going to be waiting outside. Do not take too long. Oh, and no need to worry about the camera. My comrade on the other side had disabled it." Celine said going outside of the room.

     Surprisingly the clothes did fit, Celine is definitely suspicious. But it was better than staying here in this cult area. 

     "Are you ready?" Celine said as I exited the room and entered the hallway.

     "Ready as I'll ever be."

Apple_woman: After my long hiatus, I bring to you!...This sucky chapter. Anyways, you guys like this chapter? I call it Y/n Lov- wait what. WHO WROTE THAT? UGH BRYSON GET BACK HERE!

Bryson: "My fantasies will finally be answered by the Dweller Gods!"

Y/n: "Eugh...go away."

Celine: "I hate this job."

Oh yeah, shout out to my friend (@MynameisntGazelle) for reading this chapter in its creation.

@MynameisntGazelle: "Lowkey Bryson is kinda..."