You knew the world wasn’t crashing down. It wasn’t gonna end here, but you so badly wished it would. Tears streamed down your face, trying to choke back uncontrollable sobbing.

Sometimes you wish you were stronger. Sometimes you wished you were incapable of crying- there’s no reason you should be sobbing like this. You’re in a cult full of fucking murderers, for Gods sake.

Yet, you couldn’t help but want someone to care. Someone to, miraculously reach out and comfort you- even though nobody here would give a fuck.

Maybe except for one.

The cat wasn’t exactly the best comforter. Hell, he’s an animal— he probably knew the least about it. Even so, he was nosy- and curiosity doesn’t always kill the cat.

Meows followed out of his mouth as he followed the source, not exactly sure why. What would he do after? Run away? Despite these thoughts, he marched forth. Eventually, he found you.

Awkward silence enveloped, and you tried to quiet down your crying. It didn’t work much. Three, five seconds passed before Grinny Cat actually said something.

“Mrow? The fuck are you crying for?”

Oh, of course he’s an ass. Gods, be a little nicer if you aren’t gonna knock.