What. The. Fuck.

To put it simply, you were a little lonely at your house. I mean, yes, you were very wealthy, with bodyguards patrolling your house, and almost a mansion, but you weren’t fulfilled. So, a couple months ago, you went out for a normal walk, to figure out just why you were that lonely. You came to the conclusion that it was because it was just you. But then, you found a stray cat. It was a yellowish cat with little blue paws, like socks. And a few spots on his head which were blue. You found him adorable. After a few moments, you befriended the cat, and took it home. You weren’t lonely anymore! But—back to today—it was nighttime, and you were in a baggy t-shirt, and some short-shorts. It’s just a random outfit. Then, you hear a thud. A loud one at that. Alarmed, you jolt awake and grab your nearest weapon. A bat by the side of your bed. You headed downstairs, and froze at what you saw. You figured your cat knocked off a vase of some sorts, but when you looked down to the mess… there was a man. Cleaning it in a hurry, silently cursing himself for knocking it. He thought he woke you up. He did, obviously. But… he had a blue pompadour hairstyle… he reminded you of your new friend, you cat. Is that.. him?!