This is a story about my cat, but it's a traduce story that in real life I cried for days. literally. My name is Morgan and my cats name was Simber. Kind of like Simber for The Lion King. Just like him, he was ginger that was stripped different shades of organ and white.
When he died he was barley 2 years old, actually he wasn't even 2 years old. We didn't even get to say goodbye. Simber was quite young, too young. He had his whole life ahead of him, but all Simber liked to do was fight with other cats, that where older, more experienced and stronger then the little kitten.
The sad bit about this is, we never saw him before he died, which was by poisoning. Someone down our street had to just make every person in my family sad and depressed by killing our cat!! *god I'm starting to tear up* anyways, we have a new cat now and when I was sitting I'm the bath I had an idea. And I started to think that our new cat, Sooty, was the reincarnation of Simber.
I started to cry while thinking of what Simber had gone threw so I decided to write all of my sorrow for other people to know what it's like from his perspective and for you, and others, to get that what this guy or girl did to him was wrong.
⚠️warning⚠️ might be graphic and emotional
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.