"H-Hatty?"
Those were the only words you could get out of your throat.
There he was, sitting in that chair. You suddenly feel sick.
"Hello, Y/N." sorry for the 'unpleasant awakening'," he exclaimed. "Welcome to battleblock theater." you were confused. Why was Hatty allowing this? Why isn't he trying to save you? There was a silence for what felt like an eternity.
Then you noticed his eyes.
Emerald green. They glowed from the lights above like mirrors. They were such a beautiful, exotic color. You couldn't take your eyes away. But they weren't Hatty's. Not at all.
"W-who are you," you asked this... imposter. No answer. "Who are you?!" Finally, he replied, "You know who I am, I am Hatty, just not exactly him." he sighed. "Interesting," he exclaimed under his breath.
"What is interesting," you asked. He looks into your eyes, and you get caught in them again. Such beautiful eyes. He turns his attention to the cat, and back to you. "You'll be interesting toy to play with." he looked back at the cat. "Take Y/G the Y/G cell." Suddenly, you're being dragged by your neck to your hell-hole
To your new home.
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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...
