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You Can't Put Me Down!
Creepypasta/Horror Story Short by Arkanis Void
"Mommy, did you see where ginger went?" Liz said as she searched around the living room, nestling two cats against her protectively. The little girl frowned and gazed over at her mother in worry as she tried to speak reassuring words, "Honey, he's probably just hiding somewhere." "Yea but it's been a few days. Do you think she's hiding with the other two for this long?" Lacey looked at her little girl and lied through her teeth, "Yes honey. They have to be here somewhere. There only a few months old so they couldn't have gone anywhere." Liz dipped her head in a nod and exclaimed cheerfully, "I know! I can ask Rags!" Lacey chuckled slightly, "You can try sweetie, but I don't think he'll answer. He's a cat and hasn't been feeling good. All that old cat does is stay in the window watching outside life." The girl shrugged, basically ignoring the statement and left the living room to look for the elder cat as the kittens squirmed mewling between her arms. Once she was gone, Lacey sighed and progressed onto the couch.
She felt arms cradle around her shoulder to comfort her and rested her head against her husband's chest, "I feel so bad lying to her. But what can I tell her, all the kittens are dying or disappearing mysteriously?" "You can't tell a kid that Lacey. She'll freak out and be whining for another one. And speaking of cats, I think its time to put Ragnar down." The woman shot up and shook her head, "We can't Richard! He-" "His condition will only get worse Lacey. Do you really want him to suffer?" he grimaced with a serious face, "I'll take him down there tomorrow. It's for the best." The girl no longer objected yet did not speak a word. Instead, she sat up and wandered sad hearted to her bedroom, her lover naturally following.
"Time to put me down?"
A creaky voice similar to an old crone's murmured in the darkness of the now vacant room. It hissed with detest and it's owner launched down. The wary eyes of the aged tabby scanned around the darkness of the room. His body wreaked of stressed anger. The light beacons embedded in his eye orbs flourished and flared. His cracking paw steps echoed as he lingered down the human's pathway to their lairs. His bushy tail lashed side to side as he loomed into Liz's bedroom.
"What did I ever do? Am I just an asset of decoration? Another toy to be tossed into oblivion once there bored?!"
Malice grew in the old cat's eyes. The hairs lining his spine stood erect appearing like deathly quills. His teeth ground together with fury; his tongue lusting for bloody vengeance. His scornful gaze struck the cardboard ratty box that laid in the corner of the child's room, silent purrs emitting in its direction.
"Those monsters just enslave more of my kin when we grow too old. Adoration is only present towards us in kit to adolescent years. After that, you're just another mouth to feed. Another petty annoyance to ignore. Another aging rat to slaughter. Humans truly are abhorred creatures."
A sinister sweep grin aligned his mug as he stomped closer, anticipating dreadful actions. Claws twitching. His forehead wrinkling darkly and eyelids dropping hatefully to portray his nasty insidious plotting. The old tabby crouched even closer, only a tail's length away from the box. Without a moment's hesitation, Ragnar lurched forward with have clawed paws and flipped the opening of the box towards him, the young cats kittens tumbling awake towards him and screaming loud from the sheer terror of the elder cat.
"They love these little rodents more than me. If there dead, they'll have to love me again!"
His claws raked into the orange kitten's pelt as he latched his hungry fangs around the other, who squirmed around screeching helplessly. He swerved around and dived under Liz's bed, hearing the little girl sit up out of fright. The old tabby snarled coldly under his breath and spat out the kitten, vigorously and insanely manning the small kitten. It's dying mewing stopped withing a few seconds a crooked claw hooked and tore through it's tiny windpipe. The cat continued to shred through its remains until it's fragile limbs and maned organs laid in the wasteland of dusty bunnies under the bed.
"I'm not delusional... I'm taking back what's rightfully mine!!"
Ragnar cackled triumphantly under his rotting breath and continued further back towards the wall. The old cat plopped down and curled up resting on top of three rat like skeletons, nestling to rest and watch the chaos and sorrow unfurl. His eyelids shut immediately after and he licked the few drops of liquid death off of his lips in satisfaction.
((To be continued...))
Not the kitties! D: What a creative Creepypasta Arkanis :D I can't wait to read the rest!
I know, le poor kittehs didn't do anything. v.v
Thanks a lot :D
You are one of the best writers I have ever seen. +Floofies for you. ^^