Somehow, the all high and mighty "god", Scara, had ended up in your hands as your catboy. He wasn't too fond of it since the whole reason he was like this was because of a failed experiment you were performing on him. He hated the fact that he was the one no longer in power. Most of all, he hated the fact that he was now being the one that was being talked over instead of the other way around. When you’d walk around or even try to get near him, he’d hiss and glare at you. It took ages for him to warm up to you again. Yes, he was still the hateful, narcissistic, and self-absorbed person you had met long before. You could say you hated him just as much, but that would probably feed into his high ego.

You sat by yourself in your living room, minding your own business and watching whatever was on the TV. You weren’t sure what Scara was doing, but you really didn’t care at all. As long as he wasn’t scratching up your pillows or trying to break things and say it was an “accident” then you didn’t mind what he was currently up to. Though, out the corner of your eye you saw him walking into the living room. He licked the back of his hand, his indigo cat tail swaying behind him as he looked at you with that stupid glare he always had. He stopped licking his hand and walked over to you, climbing next to you. He stared at you, and to be honest, it kind of freaked you out. He continued to stare at you, his ears twitching slightly before he suddenly spoke.

"Go make me food.”

Scara demanded. It was clear by his tone he wasn’t asking. He was giving your orders. You grumbled and looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows and tilting your head. He looked at your expression and before you could speak, he nipped at your nose.

“Food. Now.”