Sylvester's new life

Moving in

After I took Plushtrap's offer, I went with him to the nightmare house and prove to Nightmare I'm capable of being scary. To be fair, I'm pretty scary to GG, Shelby and Gibbyson. Before I knew it, I was in front of one of the most scary houses of all time. 

Plushtrap: We're here, just play it cool and it'll be over before you know it. 

Nightmare: Who's that? Is it your black cat friend? 

Plushtrap: Yep, and he wants to be in the nightmare house. 

Nightmare: Doesn't Sylvester have a house? 

Plushtrap: He moved out because Steve, his slave killed himself. 

Nightmare: Well, I'll have to speak with Sylvester in private. 

Plushtrap: Okay. *winks at Sylvester* Good luck, man. 

Sylvester: Thanks dude.

Nightmare: So tell me, Sylvester. How many crimes did you commit? 

Sylvester: Well, I got caught for payroll fraud at Taco Bell and McDonalds, tried to get rid of Gibbyson and Shelby, fat shamed a woman, and I tried get my human slave murder Shelby by doing surgery to get a squeaker out of her stomach. 

Nightmare: Hmm...that sounds interesting. 

Sylvester: What's even more interesting is I've been to Hell three times. My first life with Edna I got hit by a car, and with Todd I died of an overdose of catnip. I can also be scary as well. I scared Gibson, Random Kitty, Shelby and Gibbyson.  

Nightmare: Okay, I guess we have a new member. Welcome, Sylvester you're officially a new member of the nightmare house. 

Sylvester: Thank you. Plushtrap, I got in! 

Plushtrap: Nice one, man. I'll show you where you'll stay. 

I walked with Plushtrap to his hallway and pointed at a door near his chair. I opened it and it looked super cool. I could fit all of my stuff here. 

Plushtrap: So this is where you're staying. It'll be great to have you as a member because I'm technically next to your room.

Sylvester: Yeah, I guess. 

Plushtrap: You okay, dude? 

Sylvester: Even though Steve was my slave, I kinda miss him. I loved the fact I was such a jerk to him. Now he's gone, I won't have someone that's easy to fool again. 

Plushtrap: That must've suck. Take your time, I'll go check on you in a little bit. 

 Sylvester: Okay. *hears the door close*  Better unpack. 

Ten minutes later...

Plushtrap: *opens the door* Sylvester? How are you doing? *looks on the bed only to find out Sylvester crashed* Hmm...he must've been tired after all of that traveling. I better tell Tattletail that Sylvester lives here now.