Salvis Stuff

Cat takes big steppies

Walking down the pavement that was littered with cracks and uneven surfaces, Travis wondered if he'd hit the 1/100 chance of coming home to his father being calm. Praying to a god he'd been coddled into believing, he slowed his steps, making sure they were small enough to get the most time he could out of this relaxing walk.

Relaxing, anything that wasn't home seemed at least somewhat relaxing to him. Facing the sky that was now becoming littered with stars, he realized that perhaps he took too long on his walk. However, his dad would be home late tonight, and according to his internal clock, he had at least some amount of time.

In truth, he was just putzing around, kicking rocks or staring down at a totally interesting pebble. Not wanting to get home was a feeling he was used to, though nobody should have to be used to that. However, he did not realize that, as this overwhelming fear was nothing abnormal to him.

Starting to come to Addison Apartments, he slowed his pacing, lingering for perhaps a tad bit longer than he should have, staring up at the fourth floor. Why did he know that freak lived there? Totally not because he sometimes could see Sally's distinguishing mask peek out from behind a curtain or two up there most often. Though, sometimes he would see glimpses of him on the fifth floor, which did truly spike some curiosity in him.

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise. It snapped him back to earth in an instant as he realized what it was.

"Mreow."

....

Ok, it's just a cat. A very odd looking one, at that. For some odd reason or another, it reminded him of Sal. Bending down, his bruised knees stuck out, but the cat seemed to not mind one bit. Not even hesitating, the cat bounded closer to him, and suddenly, Travis was sitting on the concrete, a random cat in his lap, happily mewwing away. It was in this moment that Travis truly felt content, something he hadn't felt in a while. He wondered why this cat liked him so much, but he could have cared less, as long as he knew that something alive cared for him for at least a second.

That's when the sound of something else began to ring in his ears.

"TRAVIS"

"Wh- what the fuck?!"

He had jumped to his feet only to be met with a pair of eyes, one seeming to be a bit more glossy than the other, and a mask that covered a mysterious person. Sal Fisher. Just his damn luck, huh? Did he have some sort of curse? Mentally kicking himself, he straightened up, realizing that when he jumped, the cat had lept towards Sal.

"Sorry for yelling, I called your name like... a thousand times, basically." He pretended to count his fingers. Yea, he had totally called his name that many times.

"What the hell do you want, Sal?" He scoffed, making sure to puff out his chest somewhat to appear more threatening, but with all the bruises around his ribs, it was a bit hard. He didn't sense a bit of hesitation in the other boy's presence. Was he really not scary enough for this guy?

"Well, maybe I just wanted my cat back, Trav." He gestured towards the cat, picking him up to show what he meant.

"O-oh, he's yours?" Glancing at the cat, he can see now why he felt it reminded him of Sal. Odd.

"Yep, he seems fond of you though. I mean- ah, never mind."

What was he going to say? Well?

"What?" Travis questioned him, daring him to continue.

"Well, it just confirms my suspicion that you really are a good person, is all." He shrugged it off as if it was nothing.

"H-how? It's a damn cat for fucks sake! Did he speak to you or some shit?"

"Yes, Travis. My cat grew the ability to speak english and said that you are super nice."

The sarcasm seemed to make the conversation lighter, if you could even say that.

"For fucks sa- wait- what time is it?" Travis suddenly felt as if he was punched by god himself. Fuck fuck fuck, seriously, what time was it?!

"8:00pm sharp! Why?" Pigtails bounced as he turned his head in curiosity, the cat in his hands mimicking him.

Everything came down at once. There was no doubt his father was home by now. Had he really been out that long? Since when? How...?

Taking no time to give that freak an explanation, he darted off, every muscle in him screaming to stop, yet he only sped up his pace. At least he got to pet a cute cat and see his cute owner before he died.