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Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 10, 2020 17:14:12 GMT -5
these events in this thread may or may not canon but they are a brilliant idea by the lovely faith ~Present~
The lights that reflected off the pavement at night sputtered and flickered as snow continued to fall. It was a horrible time of night to be out, a sudden snowstorm wrapping the city into a harsh frenzy. Coming on without warning, it left the Nemesis stranded as he slugged through the falling snow. A few times his paws gave way from beneath him and he fell, grateful for the snow. What a pain. The lone bengal tom slipped into another alley, though the last few had held only empty dumpsters and trash cans. Was this really it? Was he gonna loose a life just freezing to death and not something cool like poisoning himself. It seemed fate favored him again, as he spotted an open window that led into a basement, a soft blue glow of light bidding him in. And who was Funk to deny an invitation. Scrambling, he slipped through the window and dropped to a concrete floor.
The room immediately engulfed him in warmth and while he could still see his breath, it was better than being out in the elements. The room was plain and dark, save for a strange machine in the corner. His whole body shook uncontrollably and his muscle ached. His short pelt did little against this weather. Stumbling forward, he realized the warmth was coming from the machine. It was way to inviting, there had to be something to it. But if there was, Funk wanted to know. The machine had a tall container, and while it appeared to normally be closed, today the clear door was open. Climbing in, he suddenly collapsed onto the hot steel below him. When sleep took him suddenly, he didn't notice the glass shutting behind him.
~Past~
When Funk awoke next, he wasn't even in a machine. Attempting to stand left his paws sinking into the plush couch below him. The room around him had completely transformed. It was airy yet minimalistic. There were pictures all over the walls, and the soft hum of a tv next to him. A twoleg was asleep in an armchair next to him. "Gee, what a night. Did I drink too much of that purple liquid?" Funk rubbed his eye with the back of his paw before making his way back up to that windowsill.
Things only got more odd when he pushed his way out. It was still night and there wasn't a hint of snow on the ground. Contrastly, it was warm, too warm. Just what was going on? He could barely think, rested but still groggy as he walked along the sidewalk. Well, no matter what, he needed to get back to the church. No doubt someone was concer... well, he'd at least get an earful. The nearby thrum of music drew his attention more though.
The city was shorter, where as you could walk forever and the concrete jungle would never fade, here Funk only had to walk a short while before hitting the forest. The other direction was forest too, the city was small, young. There were new scents up ahead, it almost smelled like Renegade Regime, but they hadn't been neighbors to the league in years. The closer Funk moved towards Absum Lux's old territory the louder the music got. There were ruins of an old town up ahead, but they didn't quite match Absum Lux's territory and there were cats of an unknown scent. They almost smelled different, like two clans had come together for a party, but they were too intertwined for the scents to collide like this from one party, it was more like two clans merged entirely.
The music was coming from two radios, still in connection to the frequencies located in the ruin buildings. Half the cats seemed to be getting really into it while others looked reluctant, but happy that others were having fun and nodding along to the music. There was one familiar face and that was Sean, plain as day, he rocked his head to the rhythm, but was towards the edge of the party, he seemed to be looking at something in the distance. When Sean noticed Funk, he turned to look at him straight on and that was about the major clue that Funk wasn't in the same time period anymore, Sean lacked the scar across his eye.
"Hey, aren't you going to join in the party?" Sean asked.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 10, 2020 0:07:59 GMT -5
The further Funk walked, the more confused he became. The city was so much smaller, and there was a lot more forest around. Fewer people too, and it reeked of Renegade Regime. Or at least, what he thought was the Regime. But they couldn't have taken over in a night. That seemed ridiculous. Even when he was young, the city wasn't this small. As he passed by a street light, one that was shiny and new when in the present it was covered in tape and wanted pictures, he only became more confused. Sure, it was a weird dream and a bad place to sleep. But he did and now he was here. A different smell mixed together, another one somewhat familiar. But he couldn't place it as quickly.
When he approached the outside of a building, where the music was loudest, his ears flattened against his head. Sure, he was used to all the music, but it didn't help when it was horribly loud as it reverberated against the walls. All around him were cats from different walks of life. Most were dancing to the music, some were drinking strange liquid out of red cups. You've seen movies. But after he spotted a familiar face, Funk almost did a spit take. Thank god he wasn't drinking. Cause there, plain as day, was Sean. Glow's brother. Annual pain in the butt winner. Soon, Funk would be shoving his head underwater and getting killed for it. Not that he knew that yet. Funk narrowed his eyes, even more suspicious when he approached him. Like, he had no idea who Funk even was.
"Oh. And who's asking? The party king?" He asked with a smile, playing it cool as ever even if he was way over his head. Now that he was looking closer, wasn't Sean missing something?
“King of Everything,” He corrected, flashing a glittery white boyish smile, “Welcome to the Dirt Empire of Toxic Regime, this is our…” He seemed to be counting in his head, “Twelfth party this week, Toxicity cats are amazing! Are you one, I haven’t seen you around before?”
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 11, 2020 19:31:14 GMT -5
Now that Sean was closer, Funk realized what was missing. The scar across his eye. But how? If this was a prank, it was far too elaborate. Though the League could have done it. They had the manpower, the territory. Maybe this was all some illusion. And they even got Sean in on it? But Toxic Regime?? like the Regime and ... some other clan had an alliance. And they were a Dirt Empire? What did he mean? Funk pouted some, more confusion flooding his system. The grin on his face, the King of Everything's face, was far too similar and told him one thing. That he wasn't gonna get an answer.
"Oh, apologies your Highness." Funk faux bowed, standing back up far too quickly for it to be considered an actual bow. "Nah, I'm just a wanderer. If I had been in your parties sooner, I would have not let you forget me so easily." The now not Nemesis purred, taking a step past Sean and brushing the tip of his tail under his eye. Where he would one day be scarred, but nothing was flicked off. His lip twitched, but he turned it into a smile, "You have a name, Party King?"
Sean snickered at the highness comment, "Yeah I'm Sean, that's S-E-A-N pronounced Seen with a Commander at the front, but hopefully someone else takes charge soon. I mean, I thought by the fourth party someone would stand up, but we're on day... How long did I say this party was going? Nevermind, this is great though, this is about everything Sean-tyke wanted to do if he had the chance to become commander. Including meeting strangers, want to join the Regime? It's open, anyone can join now."
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 13, 2020 15:01:31 GMT -5
Yep, he sure was Sean. And seen, damn he made himself known. So where exactly was he? The only thing that made sense was that he was in the past. But that wasn't logical. How the hell did he end up in the past? And what could he mess up? Oh god, there was so much he could. This was way too much power. He could scew everything. Bring past!Sean to present!Sean and see what would happen. Or kill him. Or seduce him. Endless. Possibilities. Of course, the moral part of his brain was worried about how it all would change in the present. It brought a little fear. "I see. Must be nice to see your past dreams realized now. I'm afraid I'll have to pass on your offer though. The road owns me more than I own it. Might change my mind if you prove yourself a good dancer."
"Ah ha," Sean laughed nervously, "I don't think I'm that good of a dancer actually, but hey, if you got to hit the road that's okay, all I'm saying is that you're wussing out, I mean, you're missing out," He grinned sharply, "I was just about to chill at the top of the ruins though if you want to come. Honestly I love meeting new people and animals."
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 9, 2020 13:51:50 GMT -5
Funk didn't move, even at the notion he was wussing out. Just cause Sean was leading it, didn't mean that the Regime was the same dead and boring group he knew it would become. They live their life saying it's better to survive than to live. The eventual Nemesis couldn't go with that, even in this bizarre past. "Aww, not even a taste of some terrible Commander dancing? With confidence like that, I can see why you're leading the Regime." He teased, mouth suddenly taut. Looking back at the raging party before returning to Sean, he shrugged, "Sure, I'll tag along." May as well milk this. Get some dirt. Though adding the word 'animal' raised some flag in the bengal's mind.
Sean climbed up to the top of the small ruin of a house, but apparently wasn't done as he leapt at the corner of a house, there was no grip, yet he held tight. It looked like he was literally holding himself in place with a single claw before jumping down and vanishing behind a corner. He landed on a very slim piece of wood before gently moving a few steps for Funk to follow. He stood in place, his tail high to keep his balance as he waited, "Hey so what's your name anyways?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 10, 2020 23:42:27 GMT -5
Funk didn't question it. He was in a weird dimension where everyone was now his age and he didn't know how to feel about it. What was this even? His gaze watched Sean seemingly pull himself up on nothing, and chose to follow him at a slightly slower pace along a safer path. One that didn't make his paws hurt. Pulling himself up on the small plank, he walked over carefully. Feeling it creak and moan underneath them, he answered, "Peanut Butter."
"What, so you're a kittypet?" Sean grinned, but his voice sounded more distant, when Funk looked up Sean was staring down at him from the roof of the building, "If you're a kittypet than why doesn't your fur look cuter?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 20, 2020 17:31:03 GMT -5
Funk looked up and let out a huff. How did he manage to get that far ahead of him so quickly? "I used to be." He yelled up, twisting and climbing his way up the building. "And who are you to say my pelt isn't cute enough already? Setting sun blinding you or something?"
Sean scoffed, "Aww, do you take pride in your pretty fur? Sorry, I didn't think you were so touchy about your looks," He said deviously, but while he was being sarcastic the dark trickster tone sent light ticklish tingles down any cats spine.
"What made you leave being a kittypet? Besides the cutter it seems like a pretty relaxing deal, if I were born one I'd definitely embrace the luxury lifestyle," Sean purred watching Funk struggle as he tilted his head, "Can I maybe help you out there Peanut Butter?" He was leaning over the roof with his head relaxing against his front paws as he continued to observe the tom.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 28, 2020 14:12:53 GMT -5
Okay, he did. The little shivers down his spine didn't help him climb this stupid building. "If I didn't, my old owner would be rolling in his nonexistent grave." The joys of being a purebred were few and far in between, but at least he got to gloat in that. "Besides, I know it wasn't my gleaming personality that caught your eye, eh Commander?" Funk was close to the top, mostly struggling but sometimes testing things to see if they broke underneath him. Nothing had, not until Sean poked his head over the roof and Funk met his gaze. One of the tiles slipped out from underneath his one of his back paws and sunk his claws into the useless other tiles to catch his balance. A few got in a groove, and he pulled himself up as the tile fell to the ground with a crash. "Nah. I'm good." Even if he was shaken, his pride kept him together. Long enough to make the last jump up onto the roof where Sean was.
Standing there, staring out at the sunset with Sean. A complete stranger now. It was why he left, why luxury was never an option. "Because you can only see the world through that glass. You don't get to be part of it."
"Yeah, you're hot, I guess," Sean said absentmindedly for a moment before breaking his composure into a teasing grin. He had only seen a bengal once before and that was on his first mate, the pattern was just so pretty, exotic, everything about it screamed being special with just one glance. He winced back as the tom nearly fell and then grimaced watching Peanut Butter climb the rest of the way up, stepping back for him as he approached. His exotic green eyes followed his up to the sky, "I never really thought about that, I've lived under a rock most of my life so I really only know Regime culture and even though we've mixed with Toxicity they don't have any kittypets or clan cats. A lot of the world is still so closed off. I guess I have my own glass window I'm staring out of," Sean mentioned thoughtfully.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 31, 2020 19:53:13 GMT -5
Of course it wasn't a slip of the tongue, an absent-minded admission. Funk didn't take Sean to be the kind to pull anything like that anyway. Considering the groups of cats he passed on his way here, or at the party himself, he didn't see any other bengals. It was the kind of thing that got eyes to rake over him like he was prey. Sean really had no idea what the future would hold, a part of Funk really wanted to tell him. To see how'd he react, just to know. It took little more for Funk to consider doing anything. It was why he barely considered Sean's words.
This story though. There was only one ending. What was he supposed to say? Sickly green eyes panned down to the building, to where that party was going on. Funk smiled at the other, one that said nothing yet everything at the same time, "That rock will weigh you down. It's better to struggle to see in the sun then spend your days in darkness, no?"
"Ha," Sean pushed a paw playfully against Funk's face, "That's ridiculous, why would I bother staring at the sun than just stay inside? I don't need the sunlight except for my skin complexion, the skin is the root to all beautiful fur after all. I would say I could do your fur for you, but you already have pretty good shine to it naturally, I'd hate to mess it up on you." He looked back at Funk, he didn't really seem in the partying spirit, maybe he was losing the essence of the party by staying up and partying all the time. He was good at party planning, but he usually crashed on the weekends and party planned on Monday mornings. Maybe that wasn't enough time to reset. Or maybe kittypets just weren't used to a party atmosphere. It was kind of weird meeting a kittypet, he had never seen one before, they were kind of likes ghosts to him. Everyone talked about them, but he had never seen one.
"hey, do you want to maybe go rock collecting with me? Y'know if the party scene isn't your thing."
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 8, 2020 15:07:52 GMT -5
Yep, he was truly the Regime's Commander. Funk shouldn't be surprised, even as his face was squished together by Sean. That was their whole schtick. To hide away, to run. He remembered something or other about some old fairytale about the Regime and some other clan. Oh well, he considered pointing out the fallacy, but also figured he'd just take the compliment. "I guess you would look at it that way." Was still something he said, line of sight hitting the horizon as the silence began to pan.
Maybe he wasn't in the spirit, he was definitely being too careful. It was frustrating having to tiptoe around Sean again, even more. It was about time he should go back to his time. "Rock collecting? Even though we just got up here?" Funk looked back and tilted his head. Course he was still collecting rocks. But did he even want the silence?
