Countryhumans AU Fanfic: Rockbell (feat. IA)

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Caution!!

You are a cat, a school student cat. Not a Neko. You think of yourself as a human.


Characters!!

- USSR (This pic is not mine!): The 20s

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- USSR (This pic is not mine!): The 20s. Solo, no children.

- You (This cat is "Chi"): a few months old

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- You (This cat is "Chi"): a few months old. You live with Five-Eyes.














I'm an ordinary "human."

I often hear that I look like a Tabby cat when someone sees me,

......It doesn't matter.



Ha... Mom and Dad fight again today.

It's an annual event held every day, so I don't care.

I hurried out of the house after breakfast.

If I get stoned on the street, I have to walk backward.


When I take classes at school,

I'm always sleepy, unfortunately.

When I get out of school,

The time is always 0:00 p.m.


If the world without me is another one that has changed round and round?

I peeled off the shell and headed for a village I didn't know.

The sight of snow chasing, the sound of scent, 

and the hardship must be the same, 

but I hope anyone can teach me if it's not the same thing.



When I came back home, my mom welcomed me.

I don't like my mom pet me, but I like snacks.

I slept next to my sleeping mother for a while,

I woke up right away from the dream where everyone had disappeared.


What a nervous wreck, I shook my mom.

My mother's painful sigh made me serious.


My voice was out of reach, not my fate, not my home.

I went out and shouted for help, but no one came.

Eventually, my father glared at me, shrugging off that incompetent hand.

What the eyes say is that I'm useless.



The joys and sorrows are bent, tied together, and falling.

The rain stopped in the hole in the sky, where the only one remained.


There is no turning back for the hairs that have been out of the way.

The untied values of the knot were not lost when we cried or knocked it down.

The sight of the snow, the fragrance, the sound of the sound, the hard things,

The new town was a little cold, but it was okay.


Asked the Red Man. "...Don't you have any friends... What's your name?"

"Do you have a family? I see. Then I'll walk with you."

This unhelpful hand reached the man.

I've already cut off the tear glands. I don't think I can do it. 

I don't know if someone's gonna hold me...

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