Ch. 2 Part 1: Feeble Attempt

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Everyone, I'm sorry for the wait. I'm usually the type of person who gets things done, but I'm also a HEAVY procrastinator and I just kinda set things aside, I hope to fix this, but I'm sorry for past, present, and future inconsistent updates.


- the Guy who's trying his best, GB

 (Now back to the story)

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Dogday POV

It's been a few days. Catnap doesn't seem bothered by the fact I'm practically staying at his house, but everyone caught news of what happened to me, everyone blaming Catnap for my condition(s), Crafty and Kickin questioning him. But as much as I try to reassure them, they're all worried sick about me. Once they all leave after their "Daily visit," Catnap picks up his book and starts reading... again. I try to get the title of the book and it says (alr I don't have any book names so just imagine something). Weird.. I don't recognize it.... eh it's probably really popular with the kids anyway. Since I've slightly recovered, I can limp across the house, but sometimes it just fails, so I ask Catnap for anything I need.

Catnap POV

UUUUUUUUGH.... I know I favor him more than everyone else, but seeing him crawl around disturbs me, so I'm practically handing him any and everything. Sure he's kind, sweet.... cute..... undemanding and more, but I can't just keep him in my house for who knows how long. Right now, he's watching something on the TV, like he did since he got here, clearly having nothing to do. I continue reading my book, but feel Dogday staring at me.

"Hey, Catnap?" He calls out

"...What?"

"What book are ya reading?"

"(Insert murder mystery book name here)"

"Oh. Never heard of that one!"

I kind of just.... sit there. Today has been going pretty slowly, and Dogday is asking me weird and unnecessary questions.

"what's your favorite color?" I look at myself and look at him, raising my eyebrow

"U-Um... I'm assuming it's purple!"

Dogday POV... again

I look at my legs, and notice scratches... wait. I got those a few days ago from playing soccer. I guess this is what it feels to be bored.... I don't think I've EVER been bored before... I always had something to do, but I've had trouble sleeping. So all I can do is just sit here, talking to myself, and the TV's gotten boring for me too.

"Catnap? Ya got anything to do?" No response

"A-Anything?" 

"... I have books, but that's it." Catnap pointed to a bookshelf

"It's not much, but maybe you'll find a book you'll like..."

"Okay. thanks." He nods back. I stare at the bookshelf. This is gonna take a while...




Everyone I know all I made was like 6 Chapters, but I'm going on Hiatus for reasons I won't mention but don't worry I'm still alive and not depressed I'm just taking a break'n'stuff (I'm very sorry)

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