Rammstein Music Video Stories

Pussy(cat)

(Here's the dealio. I found a way to make it less explicit. If you want me to make another Pussy chapter with it explicit, please comment, but I got this idea from seeing a cat that reminded me of Till. It's not really based off the music video, more my creative take on it. If you wish for me to do a more music video oriented one, again, ask. Please enjoy!)

Flake was angry, tired of having no privacy, tired of being teased (being the runt? The weakest one?), and tired of being disrespected. The managers harassed him, the fans would sometimes harass him, the directors for music videos harassed him, his family harassed him, and the worst, his bandmates, the people he was always with a held close, harassed him. Usually he could deal with it, but today he was raging and almost considered quitting. He moved back stage angrily, and bumped into Ollie on the way, who was accompanied by Schneider. Flake fell backwards on the floor and glared up at the two of them.
"Woah Flake, be careful-are you...ok?" Ollie asked, concern flashing in his eyes. Flake huffed at this and stood up abruptly.
"Nein. And I suggest you leave me alone before I blow a fuse." Flake said trying to walk away, but both Schneider and Ollie caught him.
"Flake! Tell us what this is about!" Schneider insisted, face close to Flake's. Ollie nodded in agreement.
"I'm tired of being treated like shit! Let me go!" Flake squirmed, jerking his shoulders trying to get away. Ollie and Schneider exchanged glances and smiled hopelessly.
"Flake, you're like a little brother to us, it's our job to rough you up a bit, but we're here if you need to talk-" Schneider said soothingly, but he was interrupted by Flake jerking suddenly, trying to get away.
"Let me go!"
"Nein Flake, we're going to talk about this. Come on Schneider, let's take him into the lobby...I think Paul's in there, he'll probably know what to do..." Ollie said, gesturing down the hall with his head. Till came into the hall just in time to see Flake break free. But he ran into Till and fell over again.
"What's going on here? Flake?" Till asked, offering Flake his hand to help him stand up. Flake ignored it and walked off. Till turned around and grabbed Flake's shoulder, which Lorenz jerked away.
"Flake!" Till called after the keyboardist, who kept storming down the hallway. Till almost went after him, but Schneider grabbed his shoulder and sighed.
"Do you...know what's going on?" Till asked, turning around to face Ollie and Schneider. Concern shone brightly in Till's eyes.
"He told us he was tired of being treated like shit..." Oliver said before shrugging hopelessly. Till's raised his eyebrows, and his jaw dropped slightly. He looked down the hallway that Flake had just been walking in, and back to the duo behind him.
"What...what did you say back to him?"
"That he's like a little brother to us, and it's our job to tease him a bit..." Oliver responded, looking down to the floor almost shamefully.
"But we told him if he ever needed to speak to us, we're always there for him." Till nodded slowly, then proceeded to the lobby, where Richard and Paul were having a drink, seemingly happy. Their smiles and laughter faltered when they saw Till's serious expression, Ollie and Schneider following. Paul immediately stood up, worried expression on his face.
"W-where's Flake? Shouldn't he be in here with us?"
"Ja, the six of us agreed to meet back here for a drink didn't we?" Richard said, less bothered than Paul, but still had worry building up.
"He had a uh...needs some alone time..." Schneider said, sitting down on the couch across from Paul and Richard. Ollie sat next to him, but Till remained standing. Paul seemed concerned still, but sat down again. Till didn't stay there for long. He went to the room he was sharing with Flake, and saw him laying in bed already. But Flake's glasses weren't on the table, which meant he was still awake. Slowly Till approached Flake's bed, stripping down to his boxers. He crept into Flake's bed (because hotel rooms usually have two beds) and wrapped his arm around Flake, who sighed.
"Leave me alone Till. Go back to your bed." Till frowned at this, feeling slightly hurt. Upon sitting up, he noticed Flake had been crying.
"Flake, you can talk about it-"
"I just want to be left alone right now, please." Flake said shakily. He went over to his bed, an fell into an uneasy sleep. For some reason he dreamed of...Flake, and how much he loved cats, how happy cats made him. Sometimes, Till envied them. They got all the affection from his Flake, why couldn't he get the same thing? What if...what if he was a cat? Would Flake love him then? If he was a cat...Flake would hug, kiss, pet, and sleep cuddling with him. Not only that, but he would be catered to everyday. Pets usually had the easy life, especially Flake's cats. He woke up from this dream, startled by something. He looked up and saw Flake naked, glasses on, and ponytail hanging over his shoulder. Till thought he looked pretty sexy like this. Usually he never looked at Flake nude, but Flake always slept nude, and Till did know this.
"Hey Flake, you look very sexy like this..." Till called, but he got no response. Instead, Flake started rubbing his head, which felt...good.
"Hey there little guy...how'd you get in here? Did Till put you here?" Little guy?
"I am Till, you little shit. Are you messing with me? Or have you just been drunk this entire time?" Flake chuckled at this, an continued to rub Till's head soothingly.
"You're quite the talker, pussycat. Now where did that beast go?" Flake looked up from Till and around the room, no sign of Till anywhere. Meanwhile, Till looked up into a mirror and saw what had happened. A cat was looking back at him. That's why Flake had referred to him as a pussycat...
"Hey, Flake! Feed me!" Till exclaimed, purring and rubbing against Flake's leg. The man had gotten some clothing on sense he'd last seen him, but he still wore no shirt, which meant Till could still get a good view of Flake's ponytail hanging over his shoulder. That was a nice look for him.
"You are quite the lover boy too...I can't just give you away to the animal shelter...I guess I'll look after you on tour until we can get home...I'll have to make sure they don't see you when we check into hotels though..." Flake said, bending over to pet Till again. Till purred into it, happy with his situation for the moment, but there would be bumps in the road if he couldn't figure out how to get back to normal. His acute smell picked something up, and he hissed when he smelled it...smells like Richard and Paul had gone down hard last night...but how could he smell it?
"Hey, calm down. I'm going to have to call Till...'course, I don't know what he's going to think about you, but if he put you here, then I guess he'll know what to do." Flake sighed, pulling out his phone. Till immediately ran into the other room when he heard his phone ring. Flake came into the room and saw Till's phone on the table. Flake's eyes widened and he sighed.
"He really left his phone here? Geez, Till's never been this irresponsible before...unless..." Flake trailed off, he seemed upset now. Till jumped off the bed and went to rub on Flake's legs again, which caused Flake to chuckle almost sadly and pick Till up.
"I can understand why...I was pretty harsh last night. And I'm crazy enough to talk to a cat,,," Till looked up at Flake, and licked his chin.
"It's ok Flake, I forgive you." He meowed, but of course, the keyboardist didn't understand.
"You know what...you must be hungry. I don't know what I should feed you, but maybe I'll bring leftovers from breakfast....I'll try to order something you can eat..." He said, considering it. As Flake was gathering up his stuff, Till sat by the door, expecting Flake to take him with him. But then he considered something, Flake wouldn't do something like that. So instead he hopped into Flake's bag, which contained his laptop, among some other things. The band was meeting for breakfast after all, Flake usually liked working on his laptop during that time, toying with keyboard programs. Not always though, he often socialized instead, but always brought it with just in case.
    "I'll be back, hopefully with something to eat." Flake called out to the empty room, unaware that the cat was not hiding, but in his bag with him. He walked down through the hallways, Till peeked out, watching the floor as it moved. He was startled by Oliver's voice, he hadn't seen him. But of course he hadn't, he was stuck in a bag.
    "Are you still pissed, or are you feeling better today?"
    "I'm fine." Flake said normally, but Till detected a small hint of uncertainty in that.
    "Ok, good. Where's Till?" Oliver asked, smiling. Flake sighed and shrugged.
    "I have no idea. I woke up this morning, and he wasn't there. In his place there was a cat...which I'm saving leftovers for when we order something before I can get it proper cat food."
    "Just don't let the hotel know you're keeping it...they'd be furious. You think Till left it there?"
    "I don't know. I may have been a little harsh last night when he tried getting into my bed...but I didn't yell. All I asked was he leave me alone...I don't understand." Oliver seemed troubled by this.
    "Maybe...he's around here waiting for us. Who knows, maybe he just went for an early walk or something." Flake made a hmm of agreement. Till felt sad, the six of them would be together, but only five would talk to each other. He smelled something immediately once they entered entered the lobby. It was Paul and Richard's scent...mingled together...and mixed with the smell of sex. He wrinkled his nose a bit. Schneider's smell was there too. They were all together.
    "Where's Till?" Schneider asked upon seeing Ollie and Flake enter the room. Both men shrugged, a confused and hopeless look on their face.
    "I woke up this morning and he wasn't there."
    "...apparently there was a cat on Till's bed now...which Flake has proceeded to take care of." Oliver was clearly mulling this over.
    "A cat? That's uh...interesting." Richard said, narrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
    "Why don't we call Till? We can always leave without him, though that might make him mope. Serves him right for now being here on time though." Schneider chuckled, pulling out his phone. Till felt like lunging at the man and giving him a claw or two for saying such things.
    "It's no use. He left his phone, his clothes, his wallet, everything...it's in the hotel room." Flake replied, Till could hear him becoming more nervous about this. Now all the bandmates stood up, eyes widened in surprise, like five children after being given the talk.
    "He left everything? We have no way to contact him or...look for him." Schneider said, before dropping his jaw when Flake nodded.
    "We should talk about this over breakfast...I'm starving, and I can't think straight about this on an empty stomach. If we find Till, we'll buy him something later." Paul held his stomach. The poor man was starving, Till could hear it from Flake's bag.
    "Where are we going again?" Richard asked, looking to Oliver, who had such information.
    "Just follow my car. We're going to a diner. Flake, you can ride with Schneider and I." Ollie said, pulling out his phone, which had the directions. The plan with the group was they only used three cars. Usually Flake rode with Till, but he wasn't in any condition to drive right now. Flake nodded, and followed his bandmates outside. Till could tell Flake was still upset for some reason. But he couldn't put his finger, or, paw on it. They all came across the three cars and looked to one another.
    "He left the car too...this is confusing...where could he have gone?" Paul questioned seriously.
    "Maybe he's traveling by foot or one of those rental bikes. In that case, he couldn't have gone far..." Flake sighed, trying to think of where he would even be going.
    "What if he's hurt? And he can't contact us because his phone..." Schneider trailed off, he didn't want to continue that sentence. Flake closed his eyes tightly. How he wished he could take back what he had said last night.
    "Let's get going..." Paul said, with another rumble of his stomach. The other five agreed, and drove off to the diner.
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