You wake up.
You don't know what's happening around you. Everything's moving backwards. You feel large, strong hands holding both your arms. Then, you feel... fur? It was soft, almost comforting. You look up and quickly realize who, or what, is dragging you. A giant, orange cat, wearing a dirty shirt and vest, with a little hat on top of its head. Its look behind itself to make sure it doesn't hurt itself.
"W-who are you," you ask shakily. The creature quickly looks at you with its small, beady eyes. You could feel them burning into your eyes, into your soul. Unfeeling, lifeless eyes. It returns its eyes to behind itself, ignoring your question.
You kick.
You scream.
You shout.
But nothing can your fate. You have a feeling, that wherever you're being taken, you won't be coming back. You hear the creature quietly mumble the words, "welcome to battleblock theatre."
note: this is the first chapter to my first book. hope you enjoyed it :3
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"Glowey Red Stuff" A Battleblock Theatre Fanfic.
RomanceYou, Y/N, has just woken up from the wreck of the SS Friendship, and is being forced into endless labor for the entertainment of strange cat-like creatures. but, "hatty," the betrayed you and taunted you, seems to take a strange interest to you. wh...
