Accidentally On Purpose

AHAHA WHAT NO I DON'T

                                                   Kitty McFluff's P.O.V.

I sat for only a moment when Sketch disappeared. Then I clawed at the ground where he once was, searching. Only his orange and white stripe t-shirt remained. Why was his shirt here? Where was he? Where had he gone? I hissed at nothing and paced around on the forest floor. Mario ran a hand through his hair, and I growled at him.

I shifted back into human form and yelled, "Why didn't you run faster!? You could have gotten him, but now he's gone!"

"They were too fast, Kitty." he said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. Why was he annoyed with me? He's the one who let them take Sketch! I growled and flicked my tail, flattening my ears to my head. I had lost my hat when Quill knocked into me, and it had taken all I had not to eat him.

I stormed out of the forest and glared at everything I walked past. Arctica and Fox looked at me and looked ready to say something, but I bared my teeth at them and threw open the door to my neighbor's house. Everyone was inside now, and the vampires were asleep. I didn't like vampires, we had a vampire stalk Sketch for a point in time before he decided I would taste good. I tried to repel him steak, but he seemed to be immune to the power of beef. But for some reason after I cut his pony tail off he never came back. I still have the hair, too. Kyle is scared of me with scissors now, too, after that. I'm not going to cut his man-bun off, though. Not unless he does something I don't like.

I sat down under the kitchen table and began to carve my name into the wood. I got Kitty was he before someone came in and told me to stop. I ignored them, but then they dragged me from under the table by my tail, so now the r was a really long scratch running down the bottom of the table and the leg of the table.

I turned around to see who my attacker was, and it was two of them. Arctica and Fox were looking at me, distress not hidden from their gaze. 

"What is it? Why are you guys so sad? Loose someone? I did too, as well as my house, so get over yourselves." I snapped, yanking my tail from them. Arctica looked wounded, but Fox saw right through my guise. For some reason, he always did. He's kind of like Sketch in that way. They know I don't  mean what I say, it just kind of comes out.

Most of the time.

I think Sunny had called it no filter, but that didn't make sense because I do have a filter. Well, had one. Water was so fresh until the house burned down.

"Kitty, we're sorry for pulling your tail, and what happened, but sitting around doing nothing will help nobody." Fox said. I looked away and began to pet my tail. It was September, and the seasons were about to change. It was also almost Sketch's Birthday. He had actually found me--or really kidnapped--just days after he was created. Yes, created. Because Sketch, Dipstick, Scarlet and I technically aren't real. Well, we are now. But it used to be we lived in someone's head, and then she put us on paper. In fact, all of us were created, it's just everyone else was born. But we're not supposed to tell anyone of our creator, Al (she refused to be called by her full name). She said it would be a paradox or something like that. Mass hysteria.

Not that I wouldn't mind mass hysteria.

Then again, humans are so messed up the world already is in mass hysteria. That's my new favorite word combination, mass hysteria.

Right after humans suck.

"Kitty, come on. We're going to plan how to get Dylan and Sketch back."

I shot up and put my hands on my hips. "You could have just said so in the first place."

Fox tilted his head in a fox-like way. Definitely like his namesake. But Arctica rolled her eyes. I didn't like her, she was so selfish. Her brother was a lot nicer; not only that, but he also used his powers a lot more. I followed them into a large room that had begun to call itself the living room, though I've never seen a living room like this before. It had four couches, and lots of picture frames or poorly drawn things. One of them was supposed to be me, but it looked more like someone had eaten crayons and threw them up on the paper. I didn't tell that to Mayson, though. Instead I said it was beautiful and even put a gold frame around it. Mostly because he was the second person to try and draw a picture of me, and at that point I didn't care how it looked. When I hung it on the wall in this house and made a copy for mine, I saw Annelid smile. I had decided to ignore her.

Everyone was on the couches already, so I sat on the rug in the center. "So."

"We have a hostage." Kyle muttered, and all eyes swiveled to him. "She's only six, but we know who came." he added, and the age was what I was surprised about. No way was a six year old behind all this.

"So, who did all of this? No way a little girl did all of that." Sunny exclaimed, and all of us nodded in agreement.

"You're right. We've interrogated her--pretty easy actually, just offer her some chocolate cake--and it's the vampire hunters."

I stood. "What do the vampire hunters want with Sketch? He's only your neighbor! I thought they killed vampires, too, not kidnapped them! And that still doesn't answer my question about why they took Sketch!"

"Calm down, Kitty. It's just--"

"Did you tell Annelid to calm down? Or Mayson and little Dylan and Wolf and James and the little babies, Gwenyth and West?" I snapped, and I had a point there. I didn't know why they did that. Fox tapped my heel with his foot. I kind of hated the fact he was the only one who could see how I really felt. It was his dumb powers.

"Well, Annelid is married." Arctica said, rolling her eyes. Then she smirked. "Unless...do you like Sk--"

"AHAHA WHAT NO I DON'T! He's just the only person on Earth who actually cares about my wellbeing!" I shouted over her, and regretted what I said. Now they're all going to get wounded or something and say they do care.

But what hurt me was that silence followed, and nobody said anything. It was then I realized Sketch really was the only one who cared. I clenched my jaw and shifted into cat before sauntering out of the room, a guise of anger hanging over me.

But I only felt sadness. Empty. It was all my fault they felt that way, too.

I didn't even stop or look at Quill when he walked by. Instead, I began to walk faster and padded into a tissue box. It was too small, but I didn't care. Nobody else would either.