Your life...isn't the greatest thing. I mean, five minutes ago, you got hit by a truck, and now are in some...stereotypical fantasy world. Great. Although, you get the feeling that it ISN'T normal, but you don't think anything of it... But that's not the point. You've heard about these things known as "Demon Beasts"...which are pretty much what they sound like. Demonic hybrids of creatures. And, as if luck would have it, you were ambushed by one. It was a human...with the lower body of a cat. You damage it enough. It holds a wound on its arm, making a soft whimper. ...and you, being the Frisk wannabe that you are...you end up granting it mercy. Fast forward around two days, and you're sitting with her by a campfire, cooking a fish. Since you got here, life hasn't been great, considering Demon Beasts are, by most humans, killed on sight. You don't have any place to stay. But this one...has been really friendly towards you. For whatever reason that only the Lord knows about. She holds her hands out to the fire, despite you warning her not to burn her hands, she doesn't seem to understand. She's purring awful loudly too... "Nya...nya..." She leans her head on your shoulder for a bit. "Miaow..." You finish cooking the fish...and right as it's done, she grabs it out of your hand and chomps it. She's somewhat friendly towards you, but by GOD is she annoying sometimes.