Final Space Shorts

God Games

Respectfully, I do not own the music, nor the characters or the musical - they rightfully belong to Jorge.

Little Cato + Avocato are not my characters - they belong to Olan Rogers.All copyrights reserved are well. Thank you for the support.

Little Cato's POV

Being a King of a planet came with its ups and downs. As a kid, I wanted to rule a kingdom. But now, after getting taken by the General - who somehow survived Lord Commander's reign - I've gotten a feel of it. Man...been five years. No longer that oblivious fourteen year old. Now a conscience nineteen year old, a King of a freaking planet. A...PLANET!

But then again, it meant I was driven to these unknown side information not even Gary knew. Dammit, I wasn't even prepared. Hate to say this, but I wish KVN was here. It feels bland without an obnoxious robot roaming around the halls-

"Your majesty." The voice of the General spoke. I was snapped back to reality. Oh yeah...my new throne room. I leaned against the arm rest as one leg rested on the other. And...I was writing.

My ears perked up as I stopped writing in my journal. In a flash, as the doors creaked open, I closed the book, hid it and quickly repositioned my stance to more formal approach. I cleared my throat.
"Yes, General?" I rested my hands on the armrests. I glance down at the husk-orange Ventrexian. He strolled the long carpet and knelt down at the mini stairs.
"You have been requested for a meeting." 
"By whom, if I ask?"
"...The almighty Bolo the Titan." He finished. In an instant, my ears jerked, my fur standing. Bolo?! He's alive?! Just- HOW-

"Escort me please." I command as my body rose from the throne. I could fell the slick back braid behind my neck swaying at the soft movement, my new formal-king-warrior like uniform contrasting my body and skill. The General nodded and stood straight.
This will be fun... 

Time Skip

"Alternatives??" I repeated, narrowing my eyes. I was on a different planet - a home for Titans. And Bolo was just standing in front me, human sized.

"Yes, Little Cato. There are alternatives ways for this meeting." Bolo spoke in his wise tone. I had no clue what he was talking about.
"Ok Bolo, my guy, my dude... What are you talking about? What alternatives??" I finally asked.

I saw Bolo take a heavy breath - interesting because he doesn't open his mouth but can still talk, it keeps me up at night. 
"Well. There is an anomaly in the space time continuum. And yet, we could either expel it or leave it then try a different way, but it would leave a cost to pay and will be a tough one to convince. Everything happens for a reason, your majesty. Like for example, what if the Lord Commander never imprisoned you? Where would you be?" The Titan explained. So...butterfly effect. Alright.

"What anomaly?" I wanted to know. I was eager to know the secrets. Before Bolo could even breath, the giant majestic doors behind me opened. I glanced over and saw two of my solders, wearing the Ventrexian helmets, holding firmly a...another Ventexian with a bag over their head? Bolo cleared his throat.
"Sadly him." Bolo muttered. I fully turned around as the prisoner fell to their knees.
"...Who is it?"
"A traitor long ago." One soldier answered. I was hesitant. The prisoner wasn't struggling or protesting. With a heavy weight on my chest, I approached and knelt down to them. 

I keep getting these nostalgic vibes from them. Why?

I reached out and gripped the bag. With a nod, I gestured the soldiers to back away, and they did with no question. Reluctantly, I removed the bag...and my eyes narrowed. 
I took in his ruffed dark cyan fur, the beige marks on his muzzle and the piercing golden eyes.