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“Bro, is that a frikkin’ monkey?” Eshek sprinted over to the fluffy crumpled figure on her hind legs and kicked it with all her might. She stood screaming a victorious battle screech as the swift scout went flying.
“I got bad news for you, buddy,” Esh replied gravely, wrapping a foreleg around Cradlegrave’s neck and drawing him close. She watched as Swiftscout continued to fly through the air, doing that little smile when you’re watching something tragically beautiful that you know is doomed. She let out a sigh. “That thing’s a monkey. Switftus scoutus they’re called. We’re gonna need to fumigate your territory.”
As Esh listened, she leaned in closer and closer until her face was flush with Cradlegrave’s cheek, her wide eyes staring into his soul. Her claws prickled at his fur where she held him, slipping out of their sheathes. She began to shake. When he was finished speaking, Esh suddenly whirled him around and gripped him by the shoulders, pressing the bridge of her nose against his. “TOUGHEN UP, SOLDIER,” she cried, “IT’S GONNA GET A LOT WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER.”
“Now come. We must scour your horrible little home for supplies.” She marched off toward the abandoned theme park, tail in the air. The speck in the sky may have been Swiftscout still soaring away.
Cradlegrave followed after Esh, little rivulets of blood trailing down his pelt from Esh's claws. He found that he didn't really care. This was all a dream, right? Yes, just a bad dream. For sure.
"Yeah, 'bout that. Us SwiftClanners are, uh, notoriously bad at keepin' stocks of things 'round. Probably because we're too lazy to take it with us when we move. Twolegs left a bunch of stuff when they packed up, though." He paused. "...Seems like you got a good kick on you."
A firecracker suddenly shot upwards from somewhere near the ferris wheel and exploded in a burst of bright red and blue overhead.
"Whoa, sick," Esh marvelled, gazing up at the firework display. Night had suddenly fallen, seemingly in the same instant the cracker exploded - one second it was morning, the next it was black as midnight. The ferris wheel whirred to life and began to turn, its rainbow lights flickering awake. Loud carnival music poured out of old, rusty speakers. From a display beside them, red and white painted clowns careened downward, their stiff hands and gaping smiles stopping a whisker-length from their faces before groaning backward on their gears. Esh laughed joyously, grinning up at them open-mouthed. "Hey, new best friend," she said to Cradlegrave, eyes still on the clowns as they began their next descent towards them, "your house is terrifying."
SwiftClan, DayClan, SpringClan - who cares, you're all the same, she had been about to say before the theme park roared to life. She was about to say that exact thing when- Seems like you got a good kick on you. "Huh?" She looked up at Swiftscout floating like a balloon. "Oh, yeah. Monkeys do that. S'why we need to get rid of her before she gets rid of us. You. Whatever, we're in this together now." For some reason.
"Well it was either this or stay in the ditch," Cradlegrave grunted, "and I was gettin' sick of hackin' up a lung from the weird ditch fumes every mornin'." ...They were right though, the amusement park unnerved him, and it wasn't just his distrust of Twolegs. "The Twolegs who lived here kept a whole bunch of animals. Must've had one of them fancy gun things lyin' around to keep them in check. Maybe if they left one here we could just shoot her down." The mental image of Swiftscout zipping around in the air like a popped balloon entered his mind. He smiled.
"Oh, weird ditch fumes? I love those! Sometimes they make me do this." Esh doubled over started to wheeze like she'd been smoking for thirty years; a second later she snapped out of it. "It's great fun, we'll take the kids sometime to roll around in the ditch back home. Toughens their immune systems. And sometimes they even grow something cool like an extra tail or, y'know, seven rows of teeth."
The Twolegs who lived here kept a whole bunch of animals. "Well, yeah," she snorted, side-eyeing the audience like she was sharing a private joke with them about how stupid this guy was, "explains the monkey." She circled her paw against her temples in the 'crazy' sign, then immediately snapped her head back to Cradlegrave and gave him a beaming smile.
Maybe if they left one here we could just shoot her down. Bro, was this guy about to give her a gun? Esh squealed with delight, dancing on her toes. "Lead the way, pardner!" Still jumping up and down, she began to press in against his haunches, ushering him forward towards the wacky mirror room - half because it might lead to the gun store, half because she just wanted to go into the wacky mirror room. "We're gonna shoot the monkey! We're gonna shoot the monkey!"
The cat looked like she wanted to go into the wacky mirror room, so Cradlegrave decided that was as good a place as any to start looking for a gun. "One thing to note about the hall of mirrors," he said, "there's this real messed-up psycho cat livin' there named Buckwheatpaw who tries to trap people in mazes. Or maybe he doesn't anymore, he got a new mentor or somethin' and got really well-adjusted all of a sudden. But y'know, be aware." And then they went in.
listen i just sort of gave up near the end but that's ok LMAO
When Esh heard the words 'real messed-up psycho cat' leave Cradle's mouth, she was about to take offence and hit him, rising up on her hindlegs behind him and opening her arms like a menacing demon - the air around her darkened, her form became shadowy and black with misty tendrils floating outward in the air, her eyes glowed red; then he finished his sentence and she settled down, plopping back down to the ground. "I loooooooove psychos," she purred, stopping in front of a mirror and pulling the corners of her mouth out with her claws. She looked about eight feet tall and the shape of a lamp. "Get over here, best friend!" She grabbed Cradle and pulled him to her.
Suddenly, there was a whirring outside and a huge, metallic thud. Esh, still gripping Cradle, turned toward the entrance to the wacky mirror room. "Oh no," she whispered, as crazed laughter echoed in from outside. "The clowns."
you say you gave up as if there was ever anything in this train wreck to give up from <33
"It's fine, it's fine," Cradlegrave said, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked kind of good as an eight-foot-tall cat. Maybe he should've asked Firetooth if there was any way to naturally boost his height. "You'll think there's a lot of clowns when they come in here, but it only looks that way because we're in a house of mirrors. It's just a lot of reflections, I mean. I bet there's only one real clown."
The crazed laughter drew nearer and nearer, like a swarm of bees descending on a hive, until one particular laugh drowned out the rest. "MY HORDE OF CLOWNS IS NOW DESCENDING, IT IS YOUR LIVES YOU'LL BE DEFENDING!" yowled Buckwheatpaw from somewhere above them. "A TWOLEG GUN YOU DO PURSUE, NOW YOU'LL COME TO FIND THAT THE TRUE CLOWN IS YOU!"
"I forgot to tell you he also speaks exclusively in rhymes," Cradlegrave added.
Esh's eyes widened in terror as she awaited the impending clown, clowns, whatever. "You look hot, by the way," she whispered to Cradle as he stared at himself in the mirror, doing that Spongebob thing where her lips twisted to the side and moved independently of the rest of her face.
As Buckwheatpaw began to recite his impromptu poetry, Esh threw Cradlegrave to the floor and began to cheer wildly, clapping her paws together in delight and rolling back and forth on her haunches. "Yo, this guy's great! 'The true clown is you?' I love that! It's a metaphor for, like, the evils of capitalism or something. Hey, ya little freak, can you dance too? Or is this like a slam-poetry-only event?"
"Oh god no, don't ask the little freak to dance," Cradlegrave groaned as he bled profusely from a fresh head wound.
High above, Buckwheatpaw's eyelid twitched. "DANCE? DANCE? YOU WANT ME TO DANCE?" he thundered, before suddenly, everything was deathly still. One by one, spotlights all over the ceiling of the hall of mirrors turned on. Buckwheatpaw descended from the ceiling on a jewel-studded platform, wearing a traje de flamenca and holding a rose in between his teeth. He did a graceful pirouette as he the platform finally stilled, suspended in mid-air, before tossing the rose at the two other SwiftClanners. "BEHOLD, I SHALL NOW DANCE! YOUR LIVES, I WILL ENHANCE! BUCKWHEATPAW, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE! COME NOW, STRIKE A STANCE!" he roared, and aggressively posed as the lights around them turned rainbow colours and flashed furiously.
"Holy hell, this might actually make me hurl," Cradlegrave moaned.
The second Buckwheatpaw appeared, Esh was screaming. Screaming like all she'd ever been waiting for her whole life was to meet this legendary idol. She jumped up and down like she was in a moshpit, and when the room went black only to be suddenly lit up by spotlights she screamed even harder. When the apprentice tossed the rose, Eshek scrambled on top of Cradlegrave in a mad frenzy and leaped off of his head, streaming through the air after the flower. She grabbed it mid-air and landed, rolling a few times and crashing into one of the mirrors. "I GOT IT, I GOT IT, LOOK MY BEAUTIFUL SEXY BEST FRIEND WHOSE NAME I STILL DO NOT KNOW, I GOT IT!" Still lying on her back with her back feet in the air and her tail over her face, she waved the rose in the air.
When the lights began to flash rainbow, Esh hurriedly tucked the rose behind her ear and clambered up the mirrors to leap onto Buckwheatpaw's floating, diamond-crusted platform. Then dance music began to blare from the speakers- and she danced for her life.
"Cradlegrave," the tom moaned, "my name is Cradlegrave. Oh hell, my head. I gotta learn how to lucid dream so I don't have to put up with this kinda crap anymore."
"YES, STRANGER! YOUR DANCE SKILLS ARE MAJOR!" Buckwheatpaw crowed, turning up the volume on the speakers as Esh danced away like a madwoman. The bass vibrated so hard that the mirrors all around them shattered, the rainbow lights reflecting off them and onto the now-bare walls.
A few shards pierced Cradlegrave's flanks, and he started bleeding from several fresh wounds. "Argchghhr," he groaned. "I should'a never broken up with Brownie, never should'a come here, never should'a come to this weird carnival with toxic waste dumped underground or somethin' that makes me have nightmares like this..."
i want yall to know that this is the first thread i saw upon waking up and doing my routine lurk and my brain shortcitcuited
"Huh, that looks weird," commented Swiftscout about the swift scout blasting off again. But then she heard some funky jams and her legs got jiggy, jiggying down into the Maze Meister's mirror maze. Oddly, she didn't have a reflection at all, but that didn't matter. She never turned nor backtracked nor got lost; she just kept walking. Glass shattered at her feet, mirrors fell in her wake, an otherworldly energy seeming to protect her from harm. Maybe it's the power of her jiggy legs, maybe it's Maybelline.
Eventually the floor began to tremble, and then rumble, and then it wildly shook in rhythm with the sick beatz. Swiftscout twirled and spun, dodging the same shards that seemed to lock onto Cradlegrave and STAB HIM MERCILESSLY yet somehow only left some surface wounds. She didn't care. It was his turn to die anyway.
She locked eyes on the most amazing thing she may have ever seen in her life. Soft, silver brushstrokes with black emphasizing all the right details in delicately drawn stripes, such pretty absolutely-to-die-for-because-eshek-could-definitely-kill-her blue eyes, and a bloody red rose perfectly tucked behind an ear, jiggying like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. Maybe it's Maybelline. Swiftscout hurried to the DJ platform that Cradlegrave was unknowingly standing on, scooping his hind legs from beneath him and yeeting him sky-high. Taking control, she played the song of her heart, the rave-worthy folky beatz bursting out all around them, Scout headbanging wildly and grooving on down towards Eshek, serenading her as she grooved. "IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR COTTON EYE JOE, I'D BEEN MARRIED LONG TIME AGO. WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, WHERE DID YOU GO? WHERE DID YOU COME FROM COTTON EYE JOE?"
Esh beamed at Buckwheatpaw's praise - "I LOVE YOUR DRESS!" she screamed over the noise as her feet continued to move at the speed of light itself, a mere blur amid the pulsating rainbow lights. The big smile was immediately joined by a frown as she concentrated on her moves, giving her an insane look. On the ground below Cradlegrave was writhing on the ground, bleeding from several wounds, but she didn't notice. The glass shattered - she didn't notice that either. Her tongue was between her teeth now as her legs moved faster and faster, trying to match Buckwheatpaw's own insane moves. All that mattered was her and this apprentice. The clown army that may or may not have been still approaching, SwiftClan, the monkey in the sky - it all left her mind. There was only DANCE.
Then, while still twisting and jiving, she became dimly aware of someone grooving towards her, their hips gyrating with the music - which, since the music was so incredibly fast, meant that her hips were just a blur. What Scout wasn't aware of was that her serenade didn't come out in a register similar to any living creature on God's green Earth - as she sang Cotton Eyed Joe, it sounded like a twenty-foot monster screaming, no, roaring the lyrics. Esh backed away uncertainly, still dancing for her life and with an unsure grin on her face. Her eyes darted about.
Suddenly, images flashed through her mind - the life she'd always pictured with Funk, but now Funk was replaced by this creature in front of her. By Swiftscout. A pastel yellow 1950s kitchen, Esh presenting a lovely home cooked meal in her cute flowery apron, but the husband sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper was Scout. Esh sitting at the table, laughing merrily with her husband, creamed corn on her plate and the souls of the innocent on Scout's. Esh dancing with Funk in the moonlit garden, except when the camera rotated around her shoulder Funk was replaced by Swiftscout.
Cradlegrave soared through the air like a beautiful dude missile, the blood from his wounds pattering softly onto the floor in a graceful arc.
Buckwheatpaw stuck his head out of the oven in Esh's kitchen fantasy. "INSTEAD OF SIR FUNK, HERE SITS THIS PUNK!" he screamed with a wild gesture over at the swift scout. "MY REPLY IS TOO SHORT, SO I SHALL NOW ABORT!"
