Cuphead oneshots (teehee)

Werner Werman x Cat! Reader

Imma try to update more frequently, you guys are very funny and supportive 😁
Requested by: im_negative
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Walking around Inkwell Isle Three and I already found a lovely restaurant. The food was absolutely stunning just to look at, I would give it a ten out of ten! I don't really prefer the dessert, I prefer the milk and seafood that they serve, raw or cooked.

You guess it, I'm a cat. But I can somehow think like a human! I can't talk, but I can interact with other people by purring, meowing, and scratching. So wondering how I got my food? Easy, with my adorable looks.
I'm a cat, the people there were generous enough to give me free sushi and milk.

Just thinking about the green crispy seaweed that wraps the soft, white, cooked rice along with the juicy fresh salmon and sweet mango dripped in the divine soy sauce makes me drool thinking of it.

But now, I figured I could go for a simple stroll around the town just to lessen my fat.
I walked by apartments, a garage, a ship, a train, a house, and a theater. Everyone on Inkwell Isle Three were adored by myself and my presence alone. I could be a TV star if I were a human that had been adored by all kinds of fans. But I can never be a human, I'm just a normal cat that acts like a feminine woman.

Even though, I'm a female cat that eats sushi and shrimp dumplings all the time.
I could be making more cat friends, but I like being a lone wolf. In this case, lone cat.
I think I'm gaining more weight than losing weight. I will now officially eat once per week.

That being said, I was going to breathe heavily but I bumped into something. I heard something fall down on the hard cement and groaned about their existence. I got up from my butt and rushed over to the fallen body.
I meowed and meowed but the person didn't budge. So I scratched them on their back.

"YOWCH!!!" It jumped, "WHO DID THAT?" It turned out to be a male bee that looks like he was going to work. He looked down and saw me then sighed.
"Just a cat. I'm so clumsy." He picked up his briefcase and trudged away to the apartment building I walked by earlier. Just a thought, but I think he needs a friend. So I trotted to him and purred against his leg.
He stared at me as if I was going to attack him.
"L-leave me alone, cat," He stammered. I refused to move. I let out a meow-which meant no-and kept on walking along with him. He was always saying to "go away" or "leave me be" (pun probably intended) but I would always meow a no from my mouth. Finally, he gave up. Now saying nothing, we walked silently to the apartment building.

Once we did reach the building, the bee walked right on in as I followed blindly.

Inside, l found myself looking at luxurious and yellow rooms that were wide open. No doors whatsoever. Each room has their own custom furniture, giving tons of personality to each individual room. I love it! I ensued the bee until he made it to the desk. Another bee-that I'm supposing is a clerk-looked up and spoke with the bee I followed.
At least I was nearby the clerk desk. I could hear what they were saying.

"So, you want a room with a litter box?" The clerk asked.
"Yes," my friend answered. I thought of calling him that from now on.
"Well ok," the clerk was writing something down on paper on a clipboard. "That'll be twelve coins for a one day rent."
"T-twelve?"
"Yes, twelve."
"B-but that's too expensive! Too o-outrageous!"  The clerk raised an eyebrow.
"Ever heard of a rich town called Inkwell Isle Three?" The clerk asked.
"Y-yeah?" My friend seemed confused.
"Well, we live at Inkwell Isle Three. It's a rich place. Get over it."

My friend was stunned at the sudden comeback. He exhaled then left. Leaving me behind. I realized he wasn't going to work at all.
He was going to rent an apartment because he doesn't have a proper home.