The Chronicles of UNDERTALE

GASTER-BLASTER SANS X WERECAT! READER : PART TWO; JACKSON (CANCELED)

I knew it; never trust a bright sunny day.

Well, they do say never follow a unlucky black cat.

But what if you are the black cat?

I blinked up at the angry, gray clouds gathering in the sky, and judging by the white flashes, they were having a great time. A real celebration for the raincloud elite.

Boop.

I wrinkled my muzzle as the first drop of the storm plopped on my tiny pink nose. Man, I better get out of the way. I don't want the party to move down here.

I whipped my head around, flicking my ear as it really started to come down. I let out a long mrrrroooww as I realized the alleyway I was staying for tonight only had a metal trash can.

However, my fur was already soaked; so it would have to do. Home, sweet home. I carefully clawed my away up the slick surface, made even slicker by the rain, but it only resulted in a sore bottom.

"Mmmrrrr..." I groaned; stretching my back in the agony of the situation. I should've climbed up before the storm, right when it turned dark, but I saw too busy contemplating about how 42 could possibly be the meaning of life.

I mean, if I was the meaning of life, I probably would be wise, like... The meaning of life is death, or something contradictory like that.

Or maybe the meaning of life is confusing...

My life is usually baffling and crazy...

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard footsteps. As I quickly scolded myself for being careless, I leaped with amazing agility to safety-

Okay, I really just stood there like a idiot.

You think being homeless, you've learned by now. Unfortunately, I still got scars to prove that I have a hard time learning.

"Hey! Look, a kitty!"

Uh, kitty?

"Wayland! Wait!"

Okay, who names their baby Wayland?

A burly man can into view, cracking his knuckles and chuckling like a madman. So, he must be the kitty man. His disgusting scent smelled like expired milk and other dairy products. Oh, and primarily alcohol. Don't forget that, Jackson.

Wayland took a step forward, and I promptly... uh... wet myself. No joke, I was really scared. Whenever I meet a drunk person, whether human or cat, it didn't mean well for me.

Before I knew what was happening, Wayland grabbed my scruff and hauled me upwards. I tried hissing at him, but I choked and shook pitifully. I'm a lover, not a fighter.

I gave him a wide-eyed look. I am a really cute kitty and all I want is to live to see the next Star Wars, okay? Please? However, the drunkie stumbled and grinned crookedly at me.

"Wayland! Put that cat down!"

A woman ran to his side, maybe wife or sister but I didn't care. She didn't reek of wine, so she was already better than what I was experiencing. I meowed as much and as frightfully as I could, which wasn't too hard.

"Okay, Melinda..."

Thank goodness for Melinda, that's my new favorite name-

CRACK!

"Wayland!"

OW! THAT WAS NOT PUTTING ME DOWN, THAT WAS SMASHING ME AGANIST A BRICK WALL!

I crumbled to the cold floor as Melinda dragged Wayland away. Darkness filled my vision; pain clouding my thinking, so my world slowly condensed to one thought:

I want some sushi right now...

Then, someone flipped the light switch.

...........................

.....mmmm.......

Hmmm............

......Oh god..........

Am I....... dead....?

Maybe.........?

That is a possibility-

"Mommy! Mommy! Look at what I found!"

"What is it, my chi- Oh my! Where did you find this?"

"I found at as I was playing outside!"

"In the rain!? At nine o'clock?! Little one, you are not allowed to do that anymore!

Pretty sure God isn't female...

"Sorry, mom. Hey, look, the cat's waking up!"

I creaked my eyes open to see a child and a-

Holy crudnuggets! A goat monster!

I remembered that monsters did get introduced to the surface, but I never actually met one...

I pushed myself to my paws, looking at them dead in the face- Okay, I just flopped back down again, yowling as my head exploded.

"It's hurt!" The kid looked about nine with a hazel frizzy bob, and some cute bunny pajamas. No lie, I would wear those. They had a kind face and concerned squint in their eyes. Maybe they needed glasses.

The goat next to them, apparently their mother, was pure white with ruby colored eyes. She wore a violet flower gown as pjs, which by the way she totally rocks the old lady look, and her own claws ran through my stark contrast of midnight fur. Tiny horns peeped from the top of her head. Her floppy ear cascaded downward, and I felt the urge to swat and them.

I cocked my head and playfully swiped at the ear, but she moved away just in time.

So close, and yet so far.

Then, my brain reminded me that it had other plans. It's daily agenda; to make my life miserable. Looks like it's really going for gold today.

"Here, let me heal you, you poor creature." Thanks, I try. The monster moved her paw to my belly, and slowly fire spread from the tips of her fingers to the rest of my body in a spiral.

Uh, that's not healing lady. That's burning me, I'm pretty sure...!

The flames danced across my skin, but didn't incinerate me. They actually relaxed my tense muscles and crushed the migraine away. It was like I went to heaven then came back, that's how good it felt.

Huh. I forgot that monsters have magic.

And so do I-

"What's going on, Tori?"

I gasped as a actual skeleton peeked into the room, a smirk spread on his face. He was a little chubby, with a light blue hoodie and black short-shorts. His smile really creeped me out...

I guess anything can pass as a monster, as long as you have magic and stuff.

Am I a monster then?

Don't give yourself another headache, Jackson.

"Sans, could you grab some food? Frisk, please fetch some blankets for our new kitty friend here."

Okay, what's up with everybody and kitty?

Although, they are treating me... The child charged off in the a hallway the skeleton was standing in, but Sans had disappeared into a different room.

I've done this before. Just keep in mind Jackson, the mythical three rules of staying in a house with a bunch of potentially dangerous strangers:

1. Act polite
2. Follow the rules
3. Follow these rules
4. Oh, and don't stay the whole night.

Yeah, that's probably the most important. I don't know what would happen if they found out I was a Werecat...