Cat Story

Cat Story

CHAPTER 1 : Awakening

Jonny, the little black cat with blood red crimson eyes, found himself in a forest clearing by himself. He was surrounded by massive oak trees with intertwining vines hanging from their mighty branches. The sun arose on the clearing, and he regained his senses. The clearing was nice, fresh, and he was on a little stump in the center of it. He enjoyed his sleep, and stretched out his body and tail and got ready to take on the day. He spent his time away from the pack, his clan, and liked to go hunting and exploring on his own around their little beach area. The pack had established their dominance over the other animals in the local area, and had taken a huge plot of land with massive rolling cliffs, beaches, waves, forests, lakes, and rivers, all to themselves. They called it Timeria, the homeland to the Wild Cats. 

He dilated his blood red pupils and scanned the horizon as he exited the clearing. He could smell the enmity from a local pack of jealous tigers around 35 miles away, shyly stalking into his marked territory. He stalked towards their location and picked up the scent, while taking a brief pause to sharpen his claws on one of the oak trees. He dialed in on the scent, and found it was a pack of 5 young tigers, juveniles who were jealous of his ability to establish dominance over the entire area. He was just a little 15 pound black cat, but nobody could do anything to him. He was always in the shadows, appearing from nowhere, dominating his opponents psychologically and physically. Despite his overwhelming dominance over all the other cats, more and more jealous cats had to arise and attempt to overtake his territory. So, Jonny got to do his favorite thing in all the world today - take out these jealous idiots.

He focused more in on their conversations and possessed their minds using his mind superpowers as the Alpha cat of this environment. They were talking dirty, talking about how they could take Jonny in a fight, a one versus one duel. The jealous tigers said Jonny was all talk, that he just lucked into this whole area, and his pack of females. They talked of how the stories of Jonny, the little black cat with crimson eyes, were all tall tales, fantasy, not reality, and how he probably wasn’t even in this area. Jonny picked up his pace.

He was now sprinting through the trees, eager to terrorize and destroy these imbeciles in stunning fashion. Their senses were undeveloped - an insult to the cat realm, and surely they must be destroyed. They were in his territory anyways, so death was surely an imminent sentence for them.

He was there, eyeing down the pack of stalking jealous tigers from the trees. Why wait? 

Jonny jumped from the tree, onto the head tigers head, and slashed his eyeballs out one after the other in one fell swoop. The head tigers eyes fell onto the ground, and Jonny disappeared into the forest before any of the other tigers processed what was happening at all. They turned back on their leader, to find him yelling in agony, completely losing himself and making terrifying noises. “AAAHHHH!!! MY EYES!!! I CAN’T SEE!! WHAT’S GOING ON!!” let out the alpha of the juvenile pack, Jared. “Jared!!! Jared are you okay!! What the hell happened!” let out the rest of the tigers. Jonny jumped out of the tree he was hidden in and treated the rest of the imbecile tigers to the same treatment. All of their eyes, clawed out of their heads, in a flash, with his metal - dense claws, ruthless precision, and blinding speed. All of their eyes rolled onto the floor, and their vision was gone. Jonny used his cultivated abilities to mask his scent, walk silently, and he circled the group as they moaned and wailed in agony, in horror of the sudden and complete destruction of their entire realities.

Jonny left no time to wait, and simply slit their throats with his claws and left them all to die, slowly. He cut them open just enough to make them all bleed out, and spend the rest of their afternoon alive, horrified, bleeding to death and completely useless. He stalked away and went back on his way to the rest of the pack, to tell them about the five funny jealous tigers he took care of this morning.

CHAPTER 2 : Timeria 

           He pulled up on the base, through the trees that marked the entrance. The morning sun shined through the foliage and onto his fur. Nobody was around this morning, out of their small little clan. He didn’t care much what they were up to, they were all very independent, and he’d surely see them later. He stretched his paws, took in the light ocean breeze and walked towards the cliff with an incredible view of the ocean by where they called home. The place was called Timeria, home to the Wild Cat Clan, and this was their primary dwelling spot, home. They had made a walking path with some help from human slaves, and he walked along it to go for a stroll. 

          It was the beginning of Spring, and Timeria was one of the finest places in the whole world. The flowers were blossoming everywhere, dandelions, roses, lavender, tulips, and more than words could describe. The foliage was lush and dense, and the ocean filled the atmosphere with a melancholy salty air. He continued on his little morning walk, as the sun rose higher in the sky. Squirrels and birds and rabbits and insects would prance and fly around, keeping their distance from Jonny - they admired each other and the pleasant morning together. The sound of the rolling waves, a light breeze, and the chirps and sounds of the local wildlife filled his senses and accompanied him on his pleasant walk. 

He kept walking and walking along the path, lined with grasses and various sights. He walked by one of the caves in their dwelling grounds, one filled with captured human slaves who were made to work by the cats. A charming place, and he kept walking, delighted to be reminded of the human beings who were suffering and working for the cat clan. He continued on the cliff in the surreal environment around 45 minutes or so, and then walked back to end his morning stroll. His tail was dancing around in the morning sun the whole time, and he was a happy cat.

When he came back, Crystal was awaiting him and looked at him as if she had news. They spotted each other from a distance, and he walked up to her while she sat and stared at him in the center of their main area. Crystal was a pale blue cat, with shimmering soft fur, one of his many wives who made up the Wild Cat clan. Her eyes were like shining diamonds, that lit with an intensity like that of many stars or galaxies, and she looked stunningly beautiful in the sunlight. Her tail was up, and she looked at him with a seductive pose as he drew near.

“Hello, Crystal. How’s you’re morning going? I just had a very pleasant stroll, it’s making up to be a beautiful spring.” said Jonny to the girl cat. “It’s well. Me and Forest were scouting out the local human town this morning, and we have news. They seem to be degenerating, they are pissing and shitting in each others food, taking prisoners, and completely losing their minds. I think it’s time we launch an all out assault on them and free the poor wives and women of the town.” said Crystal with a semi-serious tone with a hint of irony and laughter at the pathetic human creatures. “Well?”, said Jonny. “If that’s what we have to do, that’s what we have to do! Tell me more about this human town, my love.” 

They began walking together around the various structures of their home. There were many dens that they had the human slaves make, and a large palace in the distance where Jonny liked to live. It was made of white marble, filled with plants and trees that grew wild in the heart of Timeria. They took a stroll along a green, grass filled path through a dense forest of foliage, and the sun disappeared into the leaves. Crystal continued filling in Jonny on the situation as they walked along the shadowed path, on the situation in the town to begin with. “Basically, they have some kind of a religion. They are called Kikensteins, and I have to tell you they are horrifyingly awful. They pinch their pennies and are just horrible to each other. Every single one of them absolutely refuses to help each other in any way shape or form, and they are horrifyingly disgusting, very standard human behavior.” continued Crystal. Jonny nodded in agreement, he had many experiences with the human creatures of the Earth, they were truly, truly pathetic awful idiots. They shared a glance, and enjoyed their smug sense of superiority as superior beings, and Crystal continued. “They have some kind of hierarchy, the Kikensteins, some kind of royalty system. Most of the women are completely awful and complicit in their horrible behavior, but apparently they have a ‘princess’ locked up in some tower. They say they found her in the woods, and she rejected their society. She’s been up there for years, just a young teenager, a blonde girl with big round brown eyes. She’s one of the only ones who isn’t completely ugly or awful - I think it’s about time we saved her. We scouted out the town this morning, and it should be a simple, smooth operation. It’s a simple village, with around 400 houses and structures. They have some shops, grocery stores, an inn, 2 small farms, a couple wells for water, and not much else. Their architecture is sloppy and unkempt.”

“I observed some of the chefs and shopkeepers, and found they were engaging in standard human behavior. They would piss, and mix their shit, piss, and snot into the food they sell while hiding it to poison the others. I think they feed this stuff to the princess too.” she continued. “Humans..” said Jonny, with a look of disgust and unpleasant memories from a past life. “Brat Kikenstein is their supposed ruler. He’s around 6 foot 8, we believe he broke his legs as a young boy to become taller. He’s frail, and hobbled, his knees don’t function, and he lives in the only 2 story building in the entire village.” continued Crystal. “He has some grunts and minions that run the town, the Police, they’re shorter Kikensteins, usually somewhere between 4 foot 8 and 5 foot 3. They’re all horribly fat, do the liposuction thing, and live on alcohol and each others shit food. They are all overwhelmingly homosexual, and unfortunately we witnessed them in some kind of homosexual orgy for a moment. That’s when we ran away and came back to base. I think it’s time we messed with them.”

Jonny nodded again, and they pulled up to the Wild Cat palace at the heart of Timeria. The sun was higher in the sky, it was about 2 hours to mid day, and it shone through the vines and leaves as they walked up to the marble steps to the palace. The flowers had overgrown the marble architecture, of all pleasant colors and scents, and the two respectable cats walked inside. After walking in the entrance, they are greeted to a massive great hall, decorated with more overgrown vines and plants. The rooms of the palace were littered to the sides of the Great Hall, a massive edifice to celebrate the superiority of the Wild Cat clan of Timeria. A beautiful, large vintage piano stood at the center of the hall. “The rest of the clan is in the meeting room, ready to discuss more and head over to the Kikenstein village.” said Crystal as she led him along. Their tails intertwined as they expressed their love, and she nuzzled his head in affection. They loved this, almost more than anything, terrorizing and torturing the terrible humans of their planet. They walked to the left, up a great flight of stairs, onto the second of five stories of the palace, and walked along a walkway for a couple minutes before turning into the meeting room on the left. 

The rest of the clan awaited the duo in the large meeting room. It was Forest, Ash, Violet, Scarlet, and Trina - the other 5 members in the clan. Forest came up to the duo as the rest of the clan engaged in a conversation about the Kikenstein village and their various plots  to terrorize the humans and laugh at them. Forest looked at Jonny with her deep, forest green eyes and snuggled up to both him and Crystal to say hi. They shared a brief conversation of the tigers from the morning and her individual experience with the Kikenstein humans. They joined the rest of their clan in their conversation and Jonny listened in to the girls. “I saw one of them, a supposed butcher. He had human corpses in the back, who knows how he got them, and he was grinding them up into meat. The slices of meat, all human corpses. Disgusting, wretched, putrid human corpses, rotting flesh of these poisoned shit infested creatures” said Ash, a small grey cat with deep yellow eyes. “But he didn’t stop there, I saw him put his hand up his shit hole and his nose, spit on the food, and rub it all in. Standard human behavior to the maximum.” finished Ash.

          Jonny turned away in disgust, recalling his time in the human world. “There are a few beautiful women in the village. Most of them are ugly, fat, and complicit in this shit show, but I think we should save a couple of them” said Trina, the white cat with golden amber eyes. “I’ll show you guys around and we can check them out more - from what I saw they seem clean, for the most part, despite their horrifying stupidity.” finished the little white girl cat. 

          The clan continued in their conversation and hatched their plots to terrorize the humans, and before too long they were ready to head out. They got together and walked out of the meeting room. Around 5 doors down the same hallway on the 2nd floor of the palace, was a large obsidian door filled with divine energy and corrupt waves emanating from it. Jonny led the pack, and he cast a magic spell using his eyes to open the door. His pupils took the shape of a pentagram, and his eyes burned with a deep crimson. Red electric sparks shot from his eyes, and a powerful ray of light came out of them. He eyed down the door, and cast it open in a couple of seconds. His eyes returned to their normal, large and dilated circular state, and the clan walked in together after their leader. 

        The room was a satanic ritual ground. It was pure obsidian, doused in magic spells, with purple sparks coming out of the walls. It was a tower, extremely tall and small. It simply contained a large portal, a rip into another dimension. The walls were all obsidian and lined with the blood of their enemies, gargoyles, snakes, creatures of every kind, sculpted into the spire in a pure obsidian. The portal stood there menacingly, filled with purple energy and red sparks. Jonny eyed the portal down with his God eyes and his pupils took the shape of a square. He dialed in on the village, around 750 miles to the east. The portal changed into a view of the backside of the village, behind the large wooden fence they protected their territory with. There was a small hole the clan could sneak into, and the entrance was shown on the portal. He walked right in, and disappeared onto the other side in stride. The rest of the clan followed suit, Timeria was without its wild cats for the time being, and the door to the portal room slammed shut as Violet walked past, the last cat in line. 

CHAPTER 3 : Day One

         The cats were by the little hole at the back door of the village, and a little oval red portal stood behind them by the forest. It closed in on itself rapidly as Violet walked in, a brown cat with beautiful purple eyes. The clan followed Jonny’s lead and went into the little hole in the back of the village, and began their first day of assaulting and terrorizing the villagers, facing them with the consequences of their own actions. 

          Jonny went off by himself, to visit the princesses’ tower in the corner of the village. The rest of the clan went about their way to play with the local villagers they had scouted out. The tower stood there, the tallest building in the whole village, made of stones and mortar. It was perhaps 5 stories tall, and rose around 65 feet into the sky. It was mostly dimly lit, with iron bars functioning as windows to the outside world. He dialed into the top chamber of the tower, and through one of the small openings with iron bar windows, he could see a pair of slender pale tan hands, lit by candlelight, flipping through the pages of a leather bound, gilded novel. This must have been the girl. He picked up his pace, and walked through the village while remaining undetected. A couple of Kikenstein officers walked around, eating big donuts and waddling around with their massive, disgusting bodies. The police had their wooden batons on their sides, and looked around as if to see if there was anyone to attack. Jonny got a wheel of cheese using telekinesis from the local deli, a disgusting creation filled with the villagers body fluids, and he rolled it in front of the trio of obese officers after it came his way. The wheel tripped up the front officer, and the other two fat men fell on top of each other. 

         “Ahhh!!! My knees!! They’re gone boys!” said the lead officer as they all struggled on the ground. “What the hell happened!!! Ahhh!!!” continued all three of them, making horrifyingly disgusting noises and taking a pitifully long time to stand up. They fell on top of each other multiple times, and just couldn’t stand up to save their lives. The trio all let out a bombastic flatulence as they soiled their undergarments and tattered pants. Their rolls of body fat were sliding on each other as they desperately tried to stand up. The wheel of cheese that tripped them up kept rolling, and found its way behind a couple of barrels, and it took its place. The officers kept up with this pitiful display, desperately trying to stand up while screaming and struggling. A couple of the village women looked in dismay and shared a little laugh, including Trisha, the local librarian. 

         Jonny left them to themselves pretty fast, and darted and dashed his way through the village. He scouted out the area and had a pretty excellent idea of the infrastructure of the village and its inhabitants extremely fast. Before he knew it, he was at the base of the tower. It was locked up with many large chains and locks. It was a wooden door, at the base of the cobble stone tower. It wasn’t decorated much at all, a simple cylinder with a bit of a roof and not much else. He climbed up to the second story with his sharp claws out, and found one of the openings with iron bars. He made his body slender and creeped his way into the tower. He was on the second story. No lights were on this level of the building, and his pupils dilated to get used to the new environment. This place was mostly well kempt, it seemed like nobody had been in here for a long time except the princess he could hear at the top of the tower. Her hands would flip through the pages every once in a while, as she sat in a wooden chair with a cup of tea at her side. He could hear this as the reverberations of her small movements and presence went throughout the tower, into his little, cute, cat ears. This seemed to be some kind of a small library, with a couple worn out paintings of his old friend Saturn on the walls. They were beat up and deteriorating, and a little bookshelf with perhaps 50 books was in the corner of the cobble stone room. About 5 large books stood at the top left of the shelf that stood out from among the others, bound in leather. 

         The rest of the room seemed to be an unused “hangout spot” or living room. Cobwebs and dust filled the area. He could sense nobody had been in here for months, except the princess simply to grab a book a while ago. He became bored, and found the ladder to the next story. He climbed up the ladder and into the little opening at the top, and skipped the next two stories to get closer to the princess. He kept going up the ladder of the tower, and found himself in her chambers in a moment. He peered at her while remaining hidden, his crimson eyes barely popping out. The girl was on a shoddy wooden chair, engrossed and enamored in a novel she had already read so many times. Her body was warm, and he could make out her eyes as they reflected the candlelight in the cold musty room. Her eyes betrayed a lifetime of sadness and loneliness, but the glint in her eyes showed a deep affection and love for the words on the page. It seemed they had kept her safe, loved, and entertained throughout her whole life, and time in the tower. As she flipped to the next page and took a sip of her tea, Jonny scurried over to the bookcase and hid at the bottom. He used his abilities as a cat to possess her mind, experience her senses, and read her thoughts and emotions. 

        “EVO found himself in the wilderness, alone, with absolutely nothing to guide him. He had no tools, only his wits and his body.” were the words on the page. She read them slowly and delicately, engrossed and enamored by the prose. This was Superhuman, an ancient piece of divine literature with unknown origins, a classic known all throughout the universe. He stayed hidden awhile, and simply let the girl be herself for a couple minutes as he followed along with her thoughts and actions. 

          The girl sat back in her chair, and took a moment to herself. She closed her eyes in sadness and a tear fell slowly from her left eye. “I don’t know why life can’t be like this.. why must I be locked up in this tower for all my years.” were the thoughts in the Princesses mind as she sat back. She turned to a large scroll on the wall, depicting the crimson deity Saturn, alongside his legendary dragon Red. She took a moment to admire the legend, and prayed. “Oh Saturn, if you are out there, I pray you hear my plea and save me from my wretched reality.” she said aloud while clasping her hands. “Well? Would you like to meet him?” came a new voice into her mind’s eye. She paid it no attention, and simply answered, “Yes, of course! It would be my wildest dream come true and more. If he’s really out there..” she answered in her mind as she closed her eyes and dreamed of such a wild fantasy, embarrassed to ever think she could be so lucky. Jonny scurried up to a shelf on her left hand side undetected, and took his place alongside 4 wooden dolls with dust and cobwebs. The girl sat there a moment, enraptured with emotion at the thought of meeting her idol, Saturn. 

          Jonny stuck his head out from among the dolls, and waited for the girl to meet his gaze. It took her a while - to hear such a wild fantasy articulated, something she dared not think to herself, but only dreamed of in all her years in the village, locked up in the tower. But, after a moment she finally looked up, and her eyes were drawn to her old dolls sitting on the shelf. To her extreme surprise, there was a little black cat, with thick soft fur and blood red crimson eyes staring daggers at her. She sat there for a moment, at a loss for words, and locked eyes with this little cat. It had eyes like she had never seen before or even thought possible - they were totally blood red, huge and menacing, and staring daggers into her very soul. She was completely entranced and enraptured, she could feel her soul being sucked from her body into this little cat's eyes, and felt as though she was walking in the depths of heaven in this moment. 

         “Well?” entered the intruder into her mind again. “I think he will like you plenty, I’ll have to invite him over sometime.” came the voice. “Is that you, Mr. Cat? Are you the voice saying that?” asked the princess, bewildered. Jonny lifted his head up and turned away, with a humorous look of scorn. “Of course it’s me! How dare you ask such a question, girl. I’ll let you off the hook this time.”, finished the voice, which she now knew was this cat. “Well?” said the cat, turning his head back to her and continuing. “Tell me more about yourself, girl. How did you come to be stuck in this tower?” finished the cat, as he relaxed and took a place among the dolls. He sat there with an inquisitive look and waited for the girl to continue. She sat there in a state of shock, and her mind was totally empty for a moment. She rapidly accepted there was a cat here, talking to her. He was clearly… different. 

         After gathering herself, she said aloud, “Well, Mr. Cat, to be quite honest with you, I’m not sure. The Kikensteins somehow got me when I was a young girl or a baby, and locked me up here when I fought back against them. I clawed out some of their eyes when they tried to touch me and talk to me, and I’ve been here ever since I was a very young girl - as long as I can remember. Sometimes they bring me some food and water, and I drop my poop out the third story window.” she said with a soft smile. “Very nice!” came the voice, as the cat lay there stretching its paws and taking a nap. “I’d like to think I’d do the same. I don’t like these things very much either.” said “Mr. Cat.” “So? How’s your time been, up here? Are you really all alone? How do you like to spend your days and nights?” 

           He could tell she was around 16 years old. She obviously wasn’t lying about any of this, the poor young girl. He had to make it up to her, one way or another. “Well, I like to read a lot. I have some of the more popular books in the classic catalog, like this one here.” She lifted up Superhuman, closing it and marking the page, holding the cover up for Mr. Cat to take a look at. It depicted EVO, his old friend, taking on a large black dragon. “I’ve read this a couple times… I always wanted to, so I made them get me a dictionary and taught myself how to read. It’s truly amazing, have you heard of it, Mr. Cat?” “Of course!” said the little black cat's eyes with a look of surprise. She was quite intelligent, to be reading such a novel as such a young girl. “Superhuman is one of my favorite books, you have excellent taste and a sharp mind, young girl. I actually know the guy who made it, believe it or not.” She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. She did not believe the cat on this, or anything, but he was quite a charming cat and she was delighted to finally have a friend. “Well, anyways.” she continued after shrugging off his bogus claim. “This is the first one of the big novels I’ve been able to read. I spent a lot of time trying to learn the words to be able to read it, and I’m so so happy I did. It’s so much better than the other human novels, it’s kept me happy over the last 2 years. It’s like some of the short stories I read as a young girl, those works of divine scripture nobody knows the origins of.” She put the book down and caressed it gently, her hand falling off the page and her eyes coming back up to Mr. Cats. Jonny saw the pages were well kept despite the book's age, clearly one of the girl's most prized possessions. “I also like to draw a lot, I have some stuff I can show you, and other than that I just try to keep the tower nice, tidy, and pleasant. I guess that’s most of what I do, believe it or not.” she finished with a deep sadness and loneliness in her young eyes. 

“Very good, Princess. At least you’ve been busy and well educated in your time up here. Can I call you that, Princess?” asked the little black cat. “Of course! That’s what everyone’s called me my whole life. That’s my name, as far as I know.” said the young girl. “Excellent! So let me tell you why we are here.” said Jonny as he hopped down onto her table. She continued listening as the cat pawed around and roamed around the room. “This is another human village engaging in SHB, Standard Human Behavior, and we’re intent on not allowing this to happen anymore.” said the cat as he pawed at a little feather that had made its way into the room. “SHB? Standard Human Behavior? What’s that, Mr. Cat?” asked the girl as her eyes followed along. “Basically, the worst things ever, as you may have noticed. The one that really irks me is what they do to the food, putting their shit and piss and bodily fluids, who knows what, into all the food for themselves and for others.” continued the cat as he flipped to his back and began pawing at the air. “That… sounds right…” she said, with a look of disgust, as she looked at a wheel of cheese that had been sitting in the room, untouched for months and months. She could smell the piss, snot, shit, and piss coming out of it. “I guess.. That’s probably why I don’t like the food.. I mostly eat just a couple of biscuits and some tea every day, it always smelled so wrong and tasted so horrible..” said the young girl, with a dry gag, grabbing the wheel of cheese and throwing it out the window. “So, you? What’s your opinion on humans, Princess? Would you mind if me and some other cats, took them out?” 

“Took them out, Mr. Cat? What do you mean? You are so little and cute. Are you implying you can do something about the Kikensteins?” she said inquisitively, standing up now by the window, leaning her body against the wall. She was emaciated and frail, her wrists pitifully small and underfed. She was in a little dress, well kept, but with a couple of rips in it from years of use. She looked beautiful, despite her emaciated body and face, as she stood there listening to the cat in the afternoon sun. Jonny went up to the girl, and made himself look as little and cute as he could muster. Positively adorable, she had to pick him up! “Is it okay, Mr. Cat, can I pick you up?” she said as her hands went near the little sinister cat. “Of course! That’s the invitation isn’t it?” came the cat as he nuzzled his head against her left ankle with his amazingly soft and thick fur. The girl caressed both sides of his body with her beautiful hands, and gently picked up the little cat. He got cozy in her arms, and stayed there awhile. They said nothing, and he took a little nap. She loved this cat, maybe he could be her pet, but she really wasn’t sure what this little guy could do about the Kikensteins. 

Suddenly, a razor sharp pair of claws were at her throat. Jonny tightened his grasp, and she couldn’t possibly move the cat without cutting her throat open. “Well, if you’re going to kill me, Mr. Cat, I’d say thank you very much.” said the girl, much too fast and much too seriously. Surely she had had a terrible, and sad life, and had contemplated dying many times. “Well, Girl?” he said as he retracted his claws and returned his paws to his chest. “What can I do about the Kikenstein villagers who locked you up here with these claws?”. She looked at him dumbly, not really processing his point. He jumped out of her arms and back onto the floor as she looked on. “Well, I’m trying to say I can kill them, if that’s alright with you. Well, we’re going to do it anyways, I truly hate these things.” expressed the little black cat as he took a spot on her bed and put his head into his paws while eyeing her down across the room. “Well, can I help you, Mr. Cat? I think they should all die. They’re horrible, and awful! I can’t believe they’ve been allowed to do all of this for so long!”. “Of course, that’s why I’m here. The rest of my clan, all 7 members are out, playing with the rest of the villagers. Not as nicely as I’m playing with you, they’re letting me know they’ve already killed 10 of your police officers, 2 of your lawmen, 5 of your market workers, and had fun with lots of the rest. We work pretty quick. So, what can I do for you, Princess? Who do you hate? Who’s wronged you in your life?” asked the cat as his menacing eyes hovered a couple inches from the bed.

“Well.. it’s mostly the ruler who I hate the most.. He’s tried to make me his wife so many times, he still comes by every couple of months to try again. He brings me the cheese and bread, and then he tries to touch me.. I have to fight him off every time. He gets all mad that I take the cheese and bread and won’t be his wife, he calls me names, tries to beat me. I hate him, it’s Brat Kikenstein, the tall one who lives in the only two story house in the village.” Jonny possessed this ruler's mind using his superpowers as a cat, and tuned in to his current actions. He was.. laying on his bed, horribly fat, doing something to his butt while looking at a picture of Saturn.. He tuned this frequency out. “Well, I hate him already! We don’t have to talk about him any more. I can see why you’d hate him”, said the cat, disgusted with the display he just saw and the treatment of this young girl. “That’s just the beginning of what he’s done to me.. he has tried to touch me so many times, he only started really leaving me alone a couple years ago. He also has some little short and fat friend who comes by and yells at me to be with Brat, he calls me names and yells at me from the foot of the tower. A couple of times they both tried to hold me down, but I grabbed a knife and stabbed the little one in the chest, before they both ran away. His name is Tristan Stein, I believe. He’s a little fat one with no hair except on his gross body.” finished the princess. “Those are the two villagers who come after me, pretty much. They don’t want anyone else to see me, or touch me. The old ruler of this village made me the tower as a little girl to keep me away from everybody else, and get me ready to marry his son, Brat. But why do you need to know, Mr. Cat? What are you going to do to them?” she said questioningly, processing the cat could have easily killed her, and believing in him just a little bit more.

“Well, Princess, I’m going to kill them and send them straight to hell within a few days. I’m also going to free you, and a couple of the other female villagers. We’re going to give you whatever it is you need to be healthy, and happy, if that’s alright with you.” said Mr. Cat, not moving from his position, like a reptile or a dragon - totally still. “I guess that would be everything I ever dreamed of! Is this a dream, Mr. Cat?” she said as she came next to him on the bed, taking a seat. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s all a dream, maybe your whole life isn’t real. But don’t you want to have a better dream? I’m here to take care of you.” said the cat as he turned his dragon eyes to her. “You’re strange.. Mr. Cat.. do you have a name?”

“You can call me Jonny, Princess. I’d say that’s my name.” he said as he put his head down into his paws and took a nap. She hesitantly put her hand out and began petting the little cat, as he purred. They continued their conversation and got ready for the little cat’s plan. “What a beautiful morning, at the dawn of spring, even here in this dreadful village called Kikenstein.” thought the beautiful young girl.

CHAPTER 4 : Nightfall on Day One

          Trina and Violet were hidden in a corner in the local police station. They had gathered at nightfall after losing a lot of their guys to sudden disappearances, and murders. It seemed they were clawed to death by cats, and one of them fell into a pot of boiling water and melted his face off before they had to beat him to death to end his misery. Trina and Violet were under a cabinet, in the shadows, observing their gathering. “Squadron, it’s been a tough night for us tonight. It seems those damn cats are after us again, just like the stuff of legend. We all know who this is and what they’re up to, we just have to keep our heads on and keep fighting!” said the lead officer at the front of the room, a 500 pound man who needed to sit down after letting out this speech. The rest of the 27 police members looked at each other in horror, just trying to keep their cool and not poop their garments too much. A couple of them began crying, and moaning pitifully, and one of them ran out of the room saying “I don’t want to do this anymore!!! I didn’t sign up for this!!! I need my mommy!!!” as he waddled out of the room into the pouring rain. Scarlet was outside the police station, and she rolled another wheel of cheese his way as he desperately attempted to get back to his mommy’s house. He fell on his face and into the mud as the torrential rainfall took over the village. He was shitting himself, vomiting, crying and yelling, a pitiful display, and he couldn’t get all 600 pounds of himself anywhere near standing up. He began to squeal like a pig as he ran out of energy and lay there hopeless. Scarlet walked up to him, the black female with light red eyes, and she pawed his eyeballs a little before slitting his throat and leaving him in the street. His little badge fell into the mud, in a pile of his own shit and vomit and he died slowly in the pouring rain, horrified and going straight to hell. 

         Scarlet returned to her post, watching the exit to the police station. We return to Violet and Trina. The lead officer was all out of breathe, and sitting down. It didn’t seem like he or any of the other officers had any idea what was happening, or any idea what to do. They had a big stash of donuts they were all desperately reaching for, shoving into their big mouths and lying down in a group. One of the officers on the floor, a dark skinned 600 pound man, began yelling out “Saturn! Oh glorious Saturn! Save us from the cats!” he feebly bellowed as he lay on the floor. The officer reached for 3 more donuts on a big pile he saved up, and desperately shoved them into his mouth. Most of the other officers were putting on a display very similar to this, including their leader, who couldn’t talk much more for the night. “We’ve got… safety in numbers boys… it’ll all be good..” he let out, before laying down again and shoving 4 more donuts into his mouth desperately, and shitting his pants loudly enough for everyone to hear. 

           Trina and Violet didn’t really know what to make of all this - it seemed they were done for the night. They didn’t have a plan at all, and they were all just laying on the floor pounding donuts at a horrifying pace, gaining weight in front of their very eyes. They just kept watching, to make sure they suffered more, while devising how to make their nights even worse. A crack of thunder was heard that was ear destroying, right next to the police station. The rain started to pour harder and harder, and suddenly the stream started coming in through the door. Within seconds, the entire station was filled with water. The officers on the floor let our horrifyingly pathetic noises, and Trina and Violet decided to pounce. They sprinted over, and took out the officers’ eyeballs one by one in quick succession using their claws. They ripped up their faces into shreds, and didn’t bother touching their horrifyingly obese bodies with their claws. The officers were all creatures now, and their blood and pus was filling the room, while the rain water flooded in more and more. They were all screaming as much as they could as their vocal cords broke, leaving them mute and helpless. They were more blobs, blobs made of pus and parasites, mixing in with the new flood water. Trina and Violet perched up onto a high shelf and continued to watch before their escape out of a drain pipe next to them. Trina’s yellow gold eyes and Violet’s deep purple eyes hovered next to each other, staring down viciously at the brutal and hilarious scene. They shared a laugh, and intertwined their tails a bit to express affection. The flood became worse and worse, filling up the whole room as the immobilized creatures desperately struggled and reached for more donuts. 

           There were no more words coming out of their mouths, the door was blown down completely, and another strike of lightning zapped the entire flooded area. The electricity conducted in the water, and the entire village was electrocuted. They died in a second, and their huge corpses floated in the room, towards the doorways, but they were simply much too large to get out. The flood lightly subsided, but the rainfall continued to pour. Violet and Trina were still perched on the high shelf, satisfied to know they were in hell. They took one last glance at the freshly dead policemen as their bodies popped and their fat and pus streamed into the water. They were floating around, and bouncing off the walls and each other’s corpses. The stench was absolutely putrid, and the two girl cats decided to finally run out. They ran over to Scarlet at her post, and told her all about what they just witnessed as they cackled and laughed merrily as the rain began to calm down more. Blood and pus water was spilling out of the windows as they cracked and showed the police men’s rotten corpses. 

          Crystal, Forest, and Ash were already back at the base. The other three girl cats still in town went to meet up with Jonny in the girl’s tower. They ran across town hurriedly, witnessing some more of the blobs in the windows and some horrified screams all throughout the village. A couple of the more intelligent women had made it to the rooftops, because they weren’t too busy desperately eating donuts. They were keeping warm with blankets and rags, huddled down and trying to survive the night. The women couldn’t see the cats, but the trio was happy to see they made it. The rain was continuing, not crescendoing, a steady downpour. The entire village was flooded and the houses were being destroyed. The three cats all got to the tower and climbed in the same way Jonny did, into the iron bar windows  - by hopping on floating logs and barrels through the village and jumping in. They quickly made it up to the princesses’ chambers, and found her simply holding Jonny in her lap, petting the little cat while he purred and took a nap. She had barely noticed the rain with her new friend, they had been playing around with her toys and he was tuckered out. She took a second to notice the rest of the girl cats who had entered into the room - Scarlet, Trina, and Violet. 

         She sat there, with the napping black cat in her lap, and made eye contact with the three cats. They seemed to be girls. The one on the left was black with lighter red eyes than Jonny, with more coarse fur. The next one over was a soft white cat, with piercing golden eyes. The last cat went up the ladder and into the room behind the other two, this one dark brown with deep purple eyes. They all entered the room and sat on their butts with their heads held up and looked at the girl, as if to say hi. Princess wasn’t sure what to do, so she roused Jonny lightly. Jonny woke up, and lifted his head up from the girl’s lap. He made eye contact with the 3 girls from his clan, and hopped off her lap to say hi. They all nuzzled up to each other, and communicated about their days. The girl was just sitting there, a bit confused, or a lot confused - but not scared. These must have been some of the other members of his “clan” that he told her about. 

       After a little period of hanging out in the girl’s room and playing with each other, Jonny and the girls turned to the princess. “Girl, these are a couple of the cats from my clan. Scarlet, Trina, and Violet. I think they have some fun stories to tell you, but I don’t think we are going to sleep in this gross tower tonight. Do you want to come back with us to my place?” said the soft black cat with the dark crimson eyes. He was back to paying attention to her, but she really wasn’t sure what he meant by “his place.” Was it a den or something? A hole? She wasn’t sure she’d fit. “Where, Mr. Cat? What do you mean? How will we get out of here, it’s bolted and chained from the outside!” She wanted to go, she didn’t care if it was a den or a hole or a tree. She wanted to leave this place more than anything, she had always wanted to run away into the forest, but the tower was completely inescapable. 

        “It’s a place called Timeria. We live in a big white palace in the forest, that we made many years ago with the help of some friends. Here, I’ll just show you.” said Jonny casually. His eyes burned and he looked in the corner of the room. Red electricity filled the air and a small red oval made of magic began to appear in the room. He kept burning it in with the electricity from his eyes, and a portal was opened. The outline of the image it showed was red electricity that sparked like magic in the girl's tainted, cold and lonely room. On the other side, she could see a palace made of white marble, the steps leading up to the entrance, vines and flowers growing on the walls, and 3 more cats waiting for them. “Well, we’re going. You can come if you want. The portal should be open for a while.” continued Jonny as he nonchalantly walked in the hole and appeared on the other side. He began walking up the steps, and the other 3 girl cats followed his lead, almost as nonchalantly as their leader. They disappeared from the girl’s room and followed him up the steps on the other side of the portal. Princes sat there, dumbstruck. She took a second to herself, gathered her senses, and looked around the room for anything she might need. There wasn’t much at all, so she grabbed the Superhuman book from her desk and hurriedly ran through. She disappeared from the room in an instant, and the red portal closed behind her. 

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          Princess appeared on the other side of the portal, and the crisp, cold night air was wet on her skin. She went into a state of shock, it was the first time she had felt the beautiful feeling of being outside in years and years. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been out of the tower, she must have just been a young girl. The cats were walking up the large staircase that led up the palace. The moon hung high in the sky, a full moon. The stars shone down on the girl, undisturbed in this foreign land of Timeria. She was overwhelmed with emotion, it was the best feeling of her entire life. She stood there petrified, and looked up at the sky with tears in her eyes. The cats kept walking up the steps, and waited for her at the top. The portal began to close behind her, with the image of the room at the top of the tower closing with it. She turned back and watched, as her prison for all those years became smaller and smaller, abandoned. She saw the candles go out and the room go dark, as the portal totally vanished from existence, and was replaced with a view of the dark, wild forest. There were wild noises coming from the forest and all around, of animals she didn’t know the names of. She gained her senses, and turned around to the palace, walking up the steps. It was plenty bright in the night, the moon and stars illuminated everything beautifully. 

         The 7 cats stood at the top of the steps as the girl began to go up the marble steps to the entrance of the palace. It was huge, sprawling, and she couldn’t quite make everything out. It seemed to have huge pillars with vines and flowers growing on them. The cat’s eyes burned at her in the dark night from the top of the steps, in their various shades, colors, and hues. She was horrified, it was an incredibly intense experience, and her body, skin, hair, and spirit would take awhile to get used to this, being outside thing. The night was cold, but not cruel. It was more a crisp, lush feeling of a thriving forest at night, than a bitter cold. She continued up the steps, slowly and carefully, watching her steps as her eyes slowly started to adjust to the night, and her new situation. As she continued up the steps, Jonny the little black cat said “Hurry up! I’m getting bored.” as he dug his face into his paws. The girl put a little pep in her step and found herself near the top of the steps. “Alright, girl. I’m getting very sleepy and I’m going to retire in my chambers at the top of this palace. I had a room ordered for you, and I’ll show you to it right now. Sound good?” expressed the alpha cat. The girl obediently nodded, in a happy way, and said nothing. The moon shone high in the sky and caught her attention for a bit. “Well, anyways, say bye to the girls, you’ll be alone tonight.” said Jonny. “Okay! That’s fine, I’m used to it. This place is a lot nicer, thanks Mr Cat!” responded Princess. “Bye girls!” the human princess said as the 6 girl cats walked into the palace and disappeared from her vision. “You guys are so quiet and cool, Mr. Cat! How do you do that!” asked the girl to Mr. Cat. (Jonny). “Simple! Stay on your toes, and your pads, and keep your heels up! Watch your step and pick up your feet! Then, you can be a little more like us. There’s no reason to make noise when you walk, girl. You have a lot to learn.” answered the wise black cat, as he stared daggers into her soul from the ground. “But what about these shoes, mr cat? Don’t these make noise? Don’t I need to protect my feet?” she said as she looked down at a much too tight pair of leather slippers. 

        “Well, do I need to protect my feet, princess? I’m just a little soft cat.” he said, picking up his pristine pink paws and showing them off as they conversed in the moonlight. He was at the top of the steps still, pacing around silently, and she stood there in the moonlight, around 10 steps down from him. There were, perhaps 100 steps on the entirety of the walkway. Birds flew by in the night. She could hear their beating wings, and caught a glimpse of a white owl as it passed by the palace. “I guess not, Mr. Cat. You’re so smart. I guess I’ll just throw them out then, then it’ll be so much harder to be heard! I just hope I can stay clean.” answered the princess as she remembered her conversation. “Oh, you’ll be so clean! We have the nicest room set up for you, I’m sure you’ll like it. Me and Jerry, your robot assistant on wheels set it up earlier while you weren’t paying attention. Anyways, off we go. Come on.”, he said, as he turned away from the princess and stalked silently and rapidly into the main entrance of his incredible marble palace. Princess got it together, and got scared of the prospect of losing the cat, and quickly ran inside after kicking her shoes off.

       Jonny the black cat with the crimson eyes was nowhere to be found. For a moment, he meowed lightly and she followed the sound. He was to the right of the entrance, waiting for her on top of another flight of stairs. “Mr. Cat! What about my shoes! And my feet! I might ruin the place, won't you be mad?” asked the girl, exasperated.  “No! I don’t care at all! It’s just not a big deal at all! Don’t ask me stupid questions like that! The wind will get it, and you aren’t stinky! Or the robot will, or I’ll just deal with it! Why are humans so dumb? Girl?” The girl stood there, not sad, more just accepting he made a good point. The palace was absolutely huge, so clean and lush, filled with flowers and fruits. She guessed, her pair of shoes and stinky feet weren’t such a big deal. As she walked up the steps to the right side to follow the cat, she noticed that it was much much easier to walk! The smooth marble stone of the staircase felt beautiful on her sensitive feet pads. She liked his advice, staying on her toes and pads, like a cat. It would clearly take some time to get used to, but she already felt sharper and more capable than when she was wearing those tight, leather slippers given to her by the Kikensteins. “Mr cat, It’s like you’re so mean, but so so nice! You’re like, the opposite of the Kikensteins! They pretend to be nice, but are actually mean! You make me feel so stupid, but I learn so fast! Thank you Mr. Cat!” she said with tears in her eyes as they reached the second story. Jonny bowed his head, as if to say, “You’re welcome.” 

         She felt smarter already, the crisp night air still filled the palace, it was very open and lush. Her senses were becoming more and more sharp, and she could follow the cat a little easier now. She decided to just shut up and follow him around for a bit. He turned away from her as she stood barefoot, the sweaty smell from the constrictive shoes filling his nostrils. If this were a more disgusting human, it would be horrifying and disgusting! But, she was quite pretty, so it was quite nice, even if she’d never smell like that again due to the lack of stupidity, and shoes, in the palace. “You see, if you never wear the shoes in the first place, you’d never smell like that. The sweat and stink would all go up in the air, instead of getting all stuck in your shoes. Over time, your feet will acclimate to walking around, become tough and callused. So, if you want nice pink pads like mine, you’ll have to watch your step, step lightly and carefully, and try to be as perfect as possible. I think you’re doing great.” continued Mr. Cat, as he accepted his new nickname and pulled up onto a wooden door, with the name “PRINCESS” engraved in a shimmering gold, after a short walk on the right side of the second story of his stunning palace. She looked stunning and beautiful, in her bare feet and tattered dress. The moonlight and stars could be seen at the top of the gigantic palace, through the top of the opening that was startlingly high up. This part of the palace had no ceiling, it was open, the main courtyard. But when the walls are so high, and everything is so lush and beautiful, it can be hard to tell what’s up or down, what’s covered or open, what’s real or fake, and what’s a dream or reality. 

        The girl and Jonny stood there awkwardly, as she felt apprehensive to step in the room. She was sure it wasn’t a trap, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. She was just scared, to see that mysterious word burned into the pleasantly dark wood of the door to her new room. She stood there, petrified, and read the word. The “Superhuman” book was being cradled and caressed in her soft hands, and she looked down at it as she took a moment to herself. “Well, I think you’ll like it. It’s not too big, just something about 3 times as big as your previous chambers at the top the tower. I didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed. It’s maybe 500 square feet, and you have a very nice view of the gardens. We have the finest trees in all the world, and the pink sakuras I had imported from the aisle of Japan are blossoming. There’s tons of wildlife, flowers, rivers and streams, and more than I could possibly describe simply waiting to be seen right out of your window. I recommend you try staring at things for a while, observing their behavior and learning from them. Just keep it in mind” said Jonny, the nerdy, nice black cat. “You have so many fun, good ideas, Mr. Cat! I think I’m ready to go in.” said the young girl, excited. “Well? Then, go in! I’m leaving you. Also this room is enchanted with a magic spell, only you are allowed in. Jerry will come to visit you tomorrow morning, out in the hall, and you should find every single thing you could need and more ready for you. I have to go now, girl, it’s nothing personal. It’s just, I have a big trip planned to Saturn tomorrow to meet my old friend. I really think he will like you. So, go in, please. Enjoy.” finished the black cat, as he disappeared from her vision suddenly, and unexpectedly. She had no clue which direction he went, if he left at all, if he was ever there - just nothing. All she did know was she was in a massive, beautiful palace filled with leaves and vines and flowers, and there was a room with the name “Princess” engraved in gold in front of her. She looked around for the cat, worried she might wake up from this dream and be back in her chambers, locked up and cold, with her big book to help her out. But, she didn’t wake up. She was just there, in this massive foreign place beyond description or comprehension, in her bare feet, thinking about how she just might meet Saturn soon. She really believed he was real. She sucked it up, and turned the handle to the little wooden door to her room. It was all, exactly as he described and more. She found a pantry filled with the finest foods, as they penetrated her nostrils with scents of baked goods unlike anything she could have ever dreamed of. She grabbed a couple biscuits, chowed down happily but not greedily, and rapidly found herself asleep on a cozy bed, with the cold night air on her skin through an open window. She would have looked out, but she was much too tired. 

CHAPTER 5 : SATURN 

         Jonny arrived at the top of the tower. He had run away from the girl, because he was so excited to take a nap and then go to Saturn to meet one his favorite humanoid friends, Saturn. He also liked to be called Crimson, the red deity of Saturn. He hopped onto his big, king sized bed with red velvet silk sheets and soft pillows made of fur from slain rival cats, and fell asleep as he meowed. He had a beautiful view of Timeria, the surrounding cliffs, the forests and rivers of the area, all of it. It could all be seen through his pure glass window, on the 5th floor in the center of the palace. The faint river sound and croaking frogs guided his sleep, and he drifted away into a dream land, dreaming of faraway places and playing games with his cat friends. 

         The sun shone in at the crack of dawn, and roused him as it rose upon the forest to the east. Jonny’s eyes were flooded with some golden rays of light, and he slowly opened his eyes, dreaming of pawing a little mouse with his claws. He didn’t want the dream to stop, but he quickly remembered he had work to do today. Before too long, he was awake, and the sound of the chirping birds, soft rolling waves, scurrying animals, and a few of his cat wives playing in the distance filled his senses. They were down, somewhere in Timeria, chasing after bunnies. Killing them, eating them, the usual. He would have loved to join, but he wanted to visit Saturn for the first time in a couple years today. So, on day 2, the cats held back and stayed at Timeria, while the terrorized and dead villagers desperately tried to clean up and stay safe, deluded into thinking it was over. However, they all got too tired except the women, and spent most of the day, if not all, consuming donuts in horrifying quantities. 

          He laughed a bit in his own way to see the villagers display such pathetic, human behavior, and got ready to head to the cave on Saturn. He looked at his wall, one decorated with a nice painting of Saturn in his cave another impressionist artist had given him many years ago. “This is a nice spot for the portal” thought the little magical cat. He put his head down onto his paws, stared daggers at the painting of Saturn and his Dragon, and began chanting a magical spell in his mind's eye. “doremi la cavern des chantara” started the cat in some foreign dialect. The portal began to rip open and red electricity shot from his eyes, as another magical oval portal appeared in the room. This one, had a purple dark energy to it, and it sent electric sparks throughout the room. One of them hit Jonny, and he felt alive for a second! On the other side of the portal, was a small little entrance to a cave, hidden somewhere in Saturn - the planet. It was the Great Chemara mountain range, Saturn’s dwelling ground and home to his mighty, mysterious cave. There was a raging blizzard and snowstorm, it must have been 100 degrees below zero at least in these horrifying conditions. It would have been absolutely impossible for just about anyone else to ever find Saturn, as he intended. 

           Jonny left no time to waste. He hurried through the portal as it vanished behind him, and quickly ran into the tiny hole before feeling the cold mountain air on his fur too long. He scurried in, and began sprinting through the cavern faster than a naked eye could see. It was huge and sprawling, and it began with a very long, very tight hole made of stone with jagged rocks in complete darkness. With his eyes, he could still see, and since he had traversed the path so many times over the eons, it was like second nature to him. He leaped over a large booby trap that would have sent him down into a set of jagged rocks, and turned right to a fork towards Saturn’s cave, instead of left towards a spider demon infested dungeon maze. The cave opened up, and became quite large as he continued along the path at his breakneck pace. A little cave river was flowing next to him as he ran along the path, which was a bit safer and pleasant now. Yellow, orange, and purple neon fungi lit up the top of the cave, along with many different vines and flowers that grew in these conditions, photosynthesizing the light from the glowing mushrooms. He heard a couple cave birds tweeting and chirping as a massive axe swung 2 feet behind him that surely would have vanquished any lesser trespasser. He kept sprinting through the room with the fungi and the river, and eventually found its exit down a staircase carved from the very stone of the cave. As he ran through, a stone suddenly slammed behind him and cut the door off. There was a stalker cat who had followed him all the way over here, somehow, through dimensions and time. Jonny and Saturn sniffed him out eons ago and the path to Saturn’s cave was just getting started.  Surely this stalker was here to watch the legend of Jonny and the little black cat, and his red deity friend Saturn, but he never came close. Surely he had a name, a life, some reason for being here, but he was just another stalker to the famous creatures. This stalker cat found himself alone in the big cavern, with the glowing fungi, stuck with no escape. Jonny could hear him yelling about “monsters” and begging for “help” from the mighty black cat, but he had seen it too many times to possibly care. He tuned out the screams and horrifying noises as he reached the bottom of the staircase into the next section of Saturn’s little maze. 

         He entered the room of mirrors with a distinct confidence reserved for a select few. It was huge, sprawling, and the door up the staircase slammed down with a pure, pristine mirror that reflected the little cat's reflection. This big room had a high ceiling, and was completely made of mirrors. Little wax candles lit the path - that never went out, unless touched by a trespasser. Many times, they would get lost and just decide to put the candles out to make it harder for Saturn’s friends who could “easily” navigate the maze to get there. Only a few mortals ever made it this far, with incredible amounts of help, and every single one of them decided to put out the candles until they starved to their deaths. Some of their bodies could be seen in the hall of horrifying reflections, barely illuminated at all after all these years, except by 8 small candles throughout the room that reflected off the perfect, pristine mirrors. The mirrors were unbreakable, untouchable, incapable of taking a stain or a scratch. They stood 20 feet high, some were angled, and all of them were confusing. Once upon a time, the candles lit the path, and made it a bit easier to get through. Jonny made his eyes huge and dilated, and to him the room may as well have been perfectly lit. He bounded over a stack of dead bodies and traversed the entire horrifying maze in a matter of mere minutes, a 20 square mile jigsaw puzzle made by the deity Saturn himself. He entered the next area, a gigantic clearing of cavern with a massive drop into a waterfall that flowed from the previous river. 

          It was now crashing, and huge. There were little “landing spots” around 30 feet apart, little pillars that were the only way through the massive passage. Everything else was a sheer cliff, that led down into this harsh waterfall lined with jagged, massive rocks. Jonny could smell blood from some corpses from years ago coming up from the deep drop, at the bottom of the cliffs, as he effortlessly jumped from rock to rock and entered the next room, leaving them in his wake. Fungi and plants were living off their corpses, slowly devouring them. “The circle of life is a beautiful thing” thought Jonny the cat, as he strolled through the next passage, an illuminated garden with very bright fungi on the ceiling. The sun may as well have been out, it was so beautiful. A little gift bestowed by Saturn to some of the travelers to his cave, a moment of respite on the perilous journey, which he was sure would be quite fun to them. 

         There was a calm pond in the center of the room, and some white cave birds chirping and singing a little song. He walked over a nice bridge, over the big circular pond filled with clean, crisp water. A single drop of water fell from the ceiling and caught his eye as it fell down, leaving a circular residual wave emanating from its wake. A pair of eyes appeared from the little ripple, a crocodile. “Hi Jonny.” said the crocodile into the little cat’s mind. Jonny stopped his walk, and locked eyes with the crocodile. They were old friends, but he never bothered to learn his name. Most of their interactions went like this. The crocodile would mostly just sit there in the pond, unflinching and unmoving, for hours and days at a time. He mostly lived off of cave birds, but would occasionally get lucky and kill a human traveler who wandered this far, in a desperate attempt to find Saturn, their homosexual dream boat. Jonny turned away and kept walking along the little path, enjoying this room, with its lush cave greenery and charming little ecosystem. Up next, was a massive lake. There was no bridge or anything, this was not a charming pond in a little rest area. 

         It was a massive, unflinching lake with a high ceiling. There was no land, no way to the other side, which he could make out a little bit a couple miles to the other side of the cavern. He was around halfway there, if he recalled correctly. Jonny didn’t need lights - his eyes could adjust to anything, and he enjoyed the total darkness of this horrifyingly large and menacing cave lake, deep in the Chemara mountain ranges at the North Pole of Saturn. Suddenly, a pair of large thresher sharks began to peep their fins out of the water, and circled each other while sending beautiful ripples out to the ends of the water. They looked beautiful, smooth, and circular in the calm, clean lake. Suddenly, 5 human heads that had been severed and brutalized by the sharks appeared from the center of their circling dance. They were beautiful, some ugly men who had been incredibly lucky, incredibly rich, and incredibly interested in meeting Saturn. Here, in the cave lake, not even close to being close to meeting the immortal Deity of the Chemara mountains. Just a couple of dead and rotten corpses, floating at the top of the lake, surely to be eaten by the fungi and plants. Jonny nodded his head in approval at his shark friends. They swam over to the lakeside he was waiting at, and happily jumped out of the water to display their love for their old friend, Jonny. One of them pulled up to him, and offered him a ride. Jonny hopped on happily, and said “Hi Sally! Hi Jane. How goes it?” asked the black cat to the sharks taking him across the lake. He nuzzled up to the shark’s fin as he held on. This one was Sally. He remembered bringing them here to this nice, nightmare lake all those eons ago with his best friend. “It’s pretty good, Jonny. Every couple of months, we get some lucky human visitors who make it this far. They try to swim!” said Jane the thresher shark as she cackled with her evil teeth showing blood. Sally laughed along, and they were 20% of the way to the other side. “We also get all types of humanoids and aliens from all around the universe, maybe one group a week, but our dear little writer is still just a 22 year old human who doesn’t even know of those things.” said Sally as he rode along. “A fourth wall break? Let’s not acknowledge that.” said Jonny the cat as he shifted the subject. “How’s your ecosystem doing? Any kids?” asked Jonny, flustered. 

          “Oh of course! We both just laid eggs and Jerry got to them the other week. This place is totally infested!” answered Jane the shark. “Very good! Is he asleep or something?” asked the cat, in reference to the great thresher shark who ran this pond, a 50 foot monster. “Maybe another time.” said Sally. “There was a pair of aliens who could breathe underwater, see, they had weapons, synthetic flesh, the keys to eternal life - everything. And here they were, trying to crowd Saturn’s space. So Jerry dragged them under, deep into the pits of this Tartarus lake and has been torturing them all week. Anyways, maybe next time.” answered one of the sharks. “Too bad, sounds great for him though. It’s nice to hear he loves his job.” answered Jonny, proud to have assigned Jerry so well, and proud to hear he enjoyed his time in Tartarus lake, a shark infested nightmare that knew no bottom. They reached the other side, and Jonny hopped off of Sally’s dorsal side. “See you later, girls.” he said as they swam back down into the lake. “Bye Jonny! Have fun.” communicated the girl duo as he walked into the next room. 

         The walkway became small and the cave constricted tighter and tighter. It was another maze, the poisoned vine maze with no end. He took a deep breathe through his nose, and began running again. He was, a little tired, maybe. Not really, but he could use some food later. He ran and ran and ran, over the purple thorns, over corpses and zombies, in complete and utter darkness the whole time. The sound of his light paw steps could only be heard to him and his friend waiting for him at the end of the cave. The sound of the agile cat dashing through the thorns and ancient corpses reverberated off the walls and the various poisonous plants that infested the poison maze of Saturn’s. He passed a den of black widow spiders as he was around halfway through. There was a million and more of them, tucked away in a corner of the maze, crawling around their mother, a Spider Demon. “Hello Jonny” said the giant glowing red eyes of their horrifying mother. “Hello.” he said, as he continued running along. The spiders didn’t need much attention or care, saying Hi to this cat was much more than enough. He reached a massive cliff that was infested with poison tipped ivy spikes. He leaned back onto his back paws, and jumped up 20 feet in the air. He bounced off of the walls, pinpointing specific spots without the specific poison, jumping from wall to wall up the massive cliff. He reached the top, and had completed the poison maze, and was one step closer to his old friend. The maze would take mortals months, or years, at the very least - and none of them ever completed it. That was kind of the point, but they were still invited to try. Saturn was kind of a big deal, and so handsome! Of course plenty of things had to be weird about it, from all across the universe. 

          He was getting close now. Only a select few individuals knew the secret entrance to Saturn’s cave. The others who dare enter would be stuck for eons, die immediately, and not even one person who was not welcome in had ever so much as seen the great Deity. Jonny casually strolled up to an innocuous wall. The Ace of Diamonds card suddenly appeared at a seemingly random spot in the wall, their agreed upon meeting spot from when they got ready for this day many years ago. The wall became an electronic masterpiece, with many moving parts moving the wall of the cave into a beautiful staircase. The Ace of Diamonds opened up, and the walls of the entrance were decorated in cards and various circus artwork. He could hear a couple of alien trespassers coming up to his location, so the little cat ran into the new opening as the steps and machinery closed behind him. In a flash, it was back to being an innocuous patch of cave. “Ahhh… ahh… it’s been eons… we’ve eaten half our guys… all of them.. I don’t know… but his eyes… so enchanting… he will never know..” said one of the intruders as he walked by the freshly sealed walkway. Jonny laughed at him as he continued up the steps, just another imbecile that would surely die soon. For the unworthy and unbeloved, Saturn’s hellish cave had no end. It was constantly being updated, constantly moving, one trap somewhere else, a new maze, a new monster here or there. Saturn was quite the creative, and he loved his little maze under the Chemara mountain range, and all the fun videos it made. 

        Jonny pulled up to the top of the mechanical circus staircase, and into the giant, cool cavern. It was much much more pleasant, and the light from the moon came in from a skylight carved into the side of the mountain range. He was here, and would be with Saturn soon. He looked far out into the gigantic cavern, and could see his old friend in a red crimson cloak, typing away on a typewriter, engrossed in his work. He seemed to be busy, so Jonny took a moment to grab a fish from the pond with the waterfall. The waterfall was crashing by the left side of the massive Cavern, into a large deep pond. A couple of glowing fungi lit up the roof of the cave with protrusions hanging out of the ceiling. He could hear the clicking of Saturn’s typing reverberate throughout the cave, with his blinding speed and precision from so many years of being such a creative, hard working deity. Jonny enjoyed the sound, it was pleasant to the ears, the constant clicking of his fancy electronic typewriter, as the vibrations bounced all around the ominous, but pleasant cavern. Jonny dialed in his eyes in the darkness, and looked deep into the pond. He went a little too deep, and could see sea monsters and krakens in the depths of this tiny pond. He dialed back his vision a bit, and focused on a little salmon jumping by the waterfall. He came to the edge of the pond, and jumped in while swiping this salmon perfectly. The salmon fell into the pond, along with Jonny the black cat. He took the fish, a 4 pound young fish with red meat, into his mouth and paddled back to the edge of the pond. He hopped out, somewhat in a hurry. The sea monsters and nightmare visions at the bottom of the pond actually disturbed him a bit. He liked being a soft little cat. So, he chowed down on the simple little salmon, all 4 pounds of it. Its flesh was red and pure, a fine sushi and delight to eat after his little morning workout through the maze. Its tail went into his mouth as he chomped, and our little 15 pound cat weighed 17 pounds for a minute, as his laser fast metabolism digested the animal. 

         Jonny was back to his normal 15 pounds in a couple of minutes, with his ultra metabolism perfected by years of science and training many eons ago. He was now satiated, and had earned his food this morning through his perilous jog through the cave. He began stalking up to Saturn, pretending to conceal his presence. The ace of diamonds opened the path, so Saturn must have known of Jonny’s presence. But, as Jonny pulled closer to the deity sitting down on a little sturdy wooden chair atop a mountainous pile of gold, jewelry, minerals, artifacts, and ancient technology - he saw he was simply entranced in his writings, with a pair of headphones on. His hands were like laser beams, faster than an inferior being’s eyes could possibly see. Saturn was well past being a master writer, and his fingers darted from letter to letter with relentless precision and speed. He hadn’t messed up a single letter in many eons, the crazy guy. Jonny continued walking up, and pawed a stack of gold coins. He began stepping up the mountain of treasures that sprawled all over the cavern as far as the eyes could see. Up ancient artifacts, works of art, precious vintage pieces from all across the universe, technologies from societies long gone. As he climbed up the hill, he got a better view of Saturn as he worked. Saturn was wearing a large crimson cloak made of silk, embroidered in golden threads with designs of dragons, cats, spiders, snakes, and geometry - all finely woven, intricately and perfectly tastefully into his robe. His naturally bronzed skin had gone pale after so many eons in his cave, he was very clean and moisturized. Saturn took his hands off the typewriter, and they relaxed for a moment. He softly and delicately wrapped three fingers around a marijuana joint to his right, and lit it up using a magic spell. A little flame burned from his left pointer finger, and he held the joint up. He took a long drag, and another one, and sat back in his wooden chair, enjoying the music blasting in on his headphones. 

          Saturn sat there, with his eyes closed, and Jonny could hear a trumpet solo rip beautifully, over swelling synthesizers and calming jazz drums. It appeared he may have been finished. The poor guy must have been tired, he was known to write entire masterpieces in his mornings, that would surely ring for generations and through all eternity. A little claw was necessary to get this thing to wake up, so Jonny pawed his leg through the silk cloak a bit. Saturn woke with a start, from his cat nap. His crimson eyes began spinning and whirring, and he locked into the cat by his legs. The screen of the holographic typewriter zipped shut, and he said “Jonny! Of course. I’m so sorry, I was absolutely engrossed in this epic novel I started this morning about a pair of lover ants.” said the menacing deity as his crimson eyes locked with the enchanting evil cat at his feet. Jonny playfully hopped on his friend’s lap as he sat, and began meowing, purring, and taking a nap as he continued to puff on his marijuana cigarette. “Oh please! Tell me more, I’d love to hear more.” said the cat as he lay down in his best friend’s lap after a few years apart. “Well, there’s this little worker ant with big dreams of impregnating the new queen, the princess. As a lowly worker ant, he’s never supposed to stand a chance! You’ll have to read the rest if you want to know if and how he figures it all out…”, said the charming and aloof deity with his innocent, insane eyes glowing. “It’s all written in the ant dialect from the ant nebula. I was going to leave 20 copies in random, discrete locations all throughout the nebula, to be found throughout the ages. It’s a combination of pincer noises, foot taps, and clicking sounds, a very nice language. Very musical, easy on the ears” continued the nerdy deity. 

         “Well? I’d love to have a copy.” said the little cat on his lap. “I’ll have one sent to you right now! It just hit the printing machine in the next room, I’ll have one of my assistants drop off a copy to your palace in Timeria. This one is really special to me, I’m so proud of my little ant character, please let me know what you think!” answered Saturn to his favorite cat in the whole universe. “Anyways, it’s always nice to see you, Jonny” continued Saturn as he grabbed a cat toy made of extremely precious metals beyond value from his massive stash. Saturn played with this toy as Jonny chased it around and pounced as they continued their conversation. “There was a reason you were here, yes? I’m sorry if I’m a bit out of it, it’s not so much the old age as it is the 15,000 page epic novel I just busted out in one sitting. My brain hurts, a bit.” said Saturn, possibly avoiding the topic of the young girl back on planet Earth. “Well, if you have forgotten,” said the black cat with a look of inquisitive, playful mistrust, “there’s a little village called Kikenstein engaging in Standard Human Behavior. They have some royalty, a couple good women, the standard police department humans have, and a princess I think you might like.” answered Jonny the black cat. Saturn pulled off his hood, revealing his handsome face, his beautiful and moisturized skin, his tight chiseled features, his long shoulder length black hair, and his famous crimson eyes that burned with electricity. They were just playing around on this massive mound of ridiculously precious metals and artifacts, the black cat and this silly immortal god. Saturn took a moment to answer, he had been locked up in his massive cave in the Chemara mountains many eons, and his pure, romantic heart had grown cold and alone. But Jonny could see a glint of hope and love in his eyes, as he ran around with the titanium alloy golden cat toy. “Well, they worship you. They have posters of Saturn all around the town, a couple of pieces of the classic catalog, a couple of your pieces in the library. The girl was even reading Superhuman, believe it or not.” continued Jonny the black cat. 

         Saturn had become unresponsive. He was looking at Jonny with his chiseled face in the moonlight, but he was just listening. He beckoned for Jonny to continue, and picked up another toy from the massive pile. A little golden ball, with snakes and dragons carved into its smooth surface was in his hands. It was just big enough to fit in both Jonny’s cat mouth and Saturn’s hands. “Fetch?” asked the deity to the little cat. “Of course!” said Jonny as they got ready to put on a show for themselves. Saturn cocked his hand back, with the little gold ball in his hand, aimed way down the cave, that had no end in sight. It was an endless sprawl of cavern, absolutely filled with the gold, titanium, artifacts, and technology that defy description by this limited language. He took aim, and in the blink of an eye this little ball was traveling at supersonic speeds through the cavern. Jonny picked up his pace, and followed the little ball as it flew through the air. Saturn had the necessary frames to watch what was truly happening, as the ball twisted and turned throughout the cave. He was quite good at throwing things, there was no magic here, just an advanced understanding of physics, aerodynamics, and quite the arm. Jonny the cat followed it as it bounced and spun around, following its tail the whole time. His eyes were burning crimson, and eventually the little cat toy hit a wall, and Jonny grabbed it in his mouth before falling 40 feet back down to the pile of treasures, landing softly with the toy cradled in his mouth.. He began running back for the next toss as they continued their conversation. 

        “We had a nice day of terrorizing the village yesterday. I was hanging out with the girl, she’s called Princess, while the girls had fun killing some of the police creatively, and other bad village folk.” continued Jonny as he continued darting around the cavern chasing Saturn’s mighty tosses. He had lots of fun training his eyes to follow this wild gold ball, and had lots of fun jumping off the walls in pursuit of it. “How incredibly standard, and incredibly human. I’m assuming they’re pissing and shitting in the food, to say the least?” asked Saturn, already knowing the answer. Jonny nodded his head as brought back another one of Saturn’s tosses. They took a break from playing fetch, and just stood around on the pile of precious goods as they continued their conversation, picking up little artifacts as they strolled around. “Well, the girl is very very sweet, and quite innocent. She has beautiful blonde hair and gorgeous large brown eyes that reflect the sunlight. She’s gone thin and weak over the years in the tower, just a skeleton - the poor thing. I’m sure she’s doing better with the food in her private room in Timeria.” continued the black cat. “That’s good to hear, it is so sad when pathetic jealous idiots ruin a good person’s life. I’m glad you saved her first, I would have done the same!” replied Saturn, fiddling with some ancient phone device he picked up off the mound. “He’s just shy..” thought Jonny as he tried to continue the  conversation with his reclusive friend. 

         Saturn pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket and began practicing one of his favorite and most famous moves, the card throw. He did it with blinding precision and speed every time, breaking the laws of physics with his deity’s toss. There were a couple of targets, 5 in total, around 2 miles from their current location, just standing on more piles of gold and minerals. He took a single card, one by one, between his right index and middle finger, and hurled it in a fraction of a second. Jonny watched as the card went to the right, and curved into the leftmost bulls eye as it penetrated the surface with its side. Saturn kept doing this for a while, hitting the bulls eyes and filling them with his deck of cards and magical tosses. “Well, I’ll have to come by, of course. This girl sounds quite nice, and you said they are even fans?” said the deity with a sinister grin on his face, as he continued his horrifying attack on the targets 2 full miles away, with his deck of cards. “Yes, of course! I guess they haven’t heard of me,” said Jonny the cat, “but they’ve definitely heard of you, Saturn! In one way or another. I think every single home in the village must have had at least one poster of your likeness, they’re certifiably a fan club!” said Jonny, as he sprinted over to check out the damage to the targets and retrieve his friends cards for him. “Well, it’s been awhile, but I can’t let my fans down! I think I’m ready to put on a show, I sure do hope I don’t disappoint!” joked the immortal deity, as the ace of spades left his fingertips, traveled in a straight line perfectly, past the speed of light, and then gently and perfectly penetrated the last bullseye a mere foot in front of Jonny the cat’s face. “Very nice! I think you may be better than last time” said the cat, as he got the cards from the targets into his mouth, and began bringing them back to his friend. 

     Jonny brought the cards back to his friend, and they continued practicing, exercising, and conversing for a little while. When they were bored, Jonny brought the cards back one more time and Saturn returned the deck to his pocket. “Anyways, that’s enough for now. I think I know enough to pay the village a visit, Jonny. Why don’t you head back and take care of the girl while I drop these copies of the Ant novel at the Ant Nebula?” said Saturn as he pulled his large crimson hood over his head. “Sounds great. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” said the little black cat, as he tore open another portal displaying the door outside Princess’ room. Jonny the black cat disappeared in a moment and left Saturn in his cave, alone once again, or basically alone. Saturn walked over to the printing press, which had ten copies of the Ant Novel ready to be delivered to random, near impossible locations in the ant galaxy. He pressed a button on a piece of technology, and the roof to his cave opened up, revealing itself as micro technology and opening up. 

        He looked up to the sky, ready to go to the Ant Nebula. His eyes burned red, his spirit filled with red electricity. His knees bended, he charged up and was gone in a flash, a red bolt of electricity traveling through the universe, off to deliver his novels to random, charming locations to possibly be found at a later point in time. 

CHAPTER 6 : An Evening Stroll

         Jonny returned to the palace through the portal, and found himself outside the princess’ room. The door was open and he casually walked in to find her checking out her wardrobe in the corner of the room. She was completely entranced by the quality and selection of clothes the cats had given to her, reaching through dress after dress made of the finest materials, in the finest cuts and colors. She had been trying them on all day but still had so much more fun to have in her little closet. She was wearing a cute pink dress made of fine spider silk when the cat caught her attention. “I’m glad to see you’re having fun!” said the black cat. The sun was going down and soon it would be night. The pink cream sunset filled the room through the opened glass windows and her face looked beautiful. Jonny was not in a good mood right now. 

       “Sometimes I Wonder, Princess, if it would be better if nothing existed at all.” expressed the black cat as he walked to the window. “Sometimes I feel like I could just not exist, for all eternity. Just being absolutely nothing. And then there’d be no world with any kikensteins, humans, myself, or just anything. Including you.” said the cat as he perched on the balcony, hanging above the gardens as the sun fell down into the night. “What did I do, mr. cat? Just let me know. I’m so sorry.” said the girl with her doe eyes. “You’re just… not good enough for him, you know? I mean it took you two years to read Superhuman, and who knows what you even think that stuff is? I don’t know what that is. I don’t know what being stupid is or how you got like this. But, somehow you’re the best candidate to soothe Saturn’s loneliness. You. Somehow.” the cat continued, clearly wishing it did not exist for all eternity. The girl didn’t even pretend she wasn’t interested in Saturn, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. “Well, you’re quite the grouch Mr. cat.” 

       “Yes. I am quite the grouch.” answered the cat as it sat on the railing of her balcony. “What’s it like to be stupid, girl?” asked the cat, clearly in the worst mood she had ever seen him in. “I’m… not sure what you mean. The words.. hurt my brain, I have to sleep.. a lot. Mr. Cat, did I do something?” “Of course you did. Or how could you possibly be this stupid and disappointing? I mean, think about it. You’re dumb as hell! I mean, you couldn’t find a way out of there? For all those years? Were you even trying? Did you, god forbid touch any of those things? It’s like, why do you deserve this, girl? Nobody could ever be good enough for him.” the cat jumped off the balcony and into the garden and landed on its feet. Jonny continued talking to himself, and reminded the reader the cat was kind of, the main character in the story originally and kind of matters. 

       “Seriously, it’s like I can’t even think to myself.” thought Jonny the Cat. “Humans just think everything revolves around them, or that the princess has to have any idea what I’m thinking right now. They just cannot ever treat me or the other animals like living conscious things!” he said as he walked through the garden. He was meowing to himself, a grumpy meow, and expressing these thoughts. The girl had run down the steps of the palace and ran out into the gardens in the night. She followed the grumpy meows for awhile while Jonny continued to avoid her. She was very confused, and needed to talk to Mr. Cat. Perhaps, in some part of her pitifully stupid soul, she wanted to learn. But he was in no mood, so he kept running around the gardens casually, and meowing grumpily to himself. “I mean, think about it. We have all these beautiful flowers, like the lavenders poppy and roses, beautiful fruits and vegetables, animals for food, just absolutely everything you could dream of and more.” thought the little cat to himself.” Beautiful cliffs and oceans, fine vistas and forests, more than the imagination could possibly comprehend, and yet… still. Intelligence is such a rare trait, so so very rare among the humans, and then we have Saturn all alone in his cave. They have the hands, the tools, eyes, books, more entertainment than they could possibly ever need, and yet this… thing… that is following me around, delusionally thinking it’s the main character in my story, is somehow the most intelligent thing we can find for him. Because she kind of read one of his books? Over two years? It’s just horrifyingly pathetic.” he thought as he crossed a beautiful marble fountain with neon green water, lined with beautiful statues of cat goddesses in fine silk robes. 

       “I’ve been so good at things… for so long. I’m so fast and agile. I’ve fixed every single problem I’ve ever had and made every single dream I’ve ever had come true, like becoming a cat. I even inhabit multiple physical bodies and am a simple reincarnation of Saturn in a cat body! And still, I can’t just think to myself! I have to be expressing something to something else, for some reason, or the stupid worthless reader won’t have any idea what’s happening!” thought Jonny the cat. “Like you! Reader. What is this to you? Do I want to know? Like, do they even make it this far? Can they even say any of the words? Can they think to look it up on their phones or dictionaries? Try? Work even a little bit at all? It’s like, I still don’t know! I still have no interest in learning what it’s like to be a stupid worthless idiot, even after all these eons of being a literal cat named Jonny. But then it’s like, woooah, fourth wall break. It’s like, woooah. Does it matter? Does this cat story matter at all? It’s like, these things were allowed to shit and piss in food even once. There’s just something missing to reality itself due to this fact. The simple fact this was allowed makes all of this, the beautiful gardens and vistas, this paradise of Timeria, just feel not worth it at all.” thought the cat as the stars came out on top of the beautiful gardens, and the moon arose in the sky, in its waning phase the night after the full moon. 

       The princess followed the grumpy meows around the beautiful flower filled gardens and had a hard time keeping up. However, Mr. Cat really turned on her and she needed some kind of an explanation. She was still in her pink dress, and she was quite cold in the night. Her nipples were hard and the hairs on her skin stood up. She’d be a liar if she said she wasn’t titillated by this wild unpredictable cat. She was a little cat following zombie, following his grumpy meows throughout this giant maze of a garden, as he continued expressing distaste of how stupid everything else was. Eventually, she caught up with him by a small river that flowed softly, decorated with small, juvenile oak trees, as he perched in one of the branches with his eyes burning at her. “Anyways, I feel a little better, girl. Maybe you’re not the worst fit for my best friend.”

        The girl was standing up in the moonlight, with the light of the stars reflecting off her eyes. She was quite tired from trying to keep up with his grumpy meows, and she was in a tiny light dress. Every hair on her body was standing up, and he could see her small, soft breasts through them. However, he was into cats, but he could see the appeal. Saturn would definitely like her. “Anyways, I’m going to go take a nap and not exist for a thousand million eternities to deal with how stupid everything is after getting free will. I’ll walk you back.” said the little cat. Jonny hopped out of the tree and walked next to the girl, who was a bit exasperated and tired, but understanding the cat's point. She had to be less stupid, or how could she possibly hope to marry Saturn? They walked back in silence, as she dealt with her flustered head and the warmth between her legs, spurred on by this wild black cat who turned on her. They walked in the moonlight, back to her room. Jonny left without a word, back to the top of the palace. She lay down in her bed and fell asleep quickly, with dreams of her dream Deity Saturn coming to visit her in the night, all night. 

   ♾️

         Saturn appeared on one of the highest peaks in all of the ant Nebula as the giant, red sun disappeared into the night. This place had 4 moons, two of them pink, one purple, and the other yellow, all hanging in the night already in various phases. This was the ant queen's lair, the queen of the entire ant nebula. She lived in a massive palace made of metal and wires atop this mountain, on Trechunda - 8 - the most beautiful planet in all the ant galaxy. He walked up the steps to the top of the mountain, littered with sparking wires and technology, a beautiful sight as the immortal god with the slender body and red cloak took on the steps casually, with a copy of his epic novel ready to be bestowed to the ant queen. She was awaiting him, on a digital throne made of titanium and wires, connecting her to all the ant nebula, dishing out orders while taking in the view of Trechunda - 8. She could see wild forests and animals in neon bright colors as far as the eye could see, various mountain ranges and caves, with not many of her ant workers in sight. For the most part, they distasted her and she treated them as slaves. She was tall, erect, and humanoid, but distinctly an ant. She had an ant face with kaleidoscopic eyes, and pincers. She was wearing a dress made of pure electricity, a piece that defied the laws of reality itself, and she had beautiful hips and a soft exoskeleton , lined with soft hairs. She was quite beautiful, and if Saturn was still a young man, things may have gone differently, but he was quite professional these days. He walked up the steps as the wires sparked and their divine presences prepared to face each other, for the first time in many eons. 

         No words were spoken. He walked up the steps, unveiling his hood and beautiful face to the queen. He handed her the leather bound, gilded novel of the ant story. Her claw hands brushed against his, as she took the book and nodded in approval. He turned around, with his eyes to the horizon, and disappeared in a crack of red lightning, off to the next location in the ant nebula - deep under the seas, in a treasure chest guarded by a metal dragon. His mind was filled with thoughts of this girl Jonny had described, and her hot young body calling out for him. He had work to do, but he would be there soon. The other 8 spots in the ant nebula called his name first, and she was dreaming of him all night. 

   Chapter 7 - Saturn’s Arrival 

         The morning sun’s rays shimmered into her room at the crack of dawn. The girl awoke from her sleep in her pink dress, her body sore from the long walk chasing the cat last night. She stood up, stretched her arms and grabbed a biscuit from her pantry. This one was beautiful, warm from the sunlight, buttered to perfection, and she had a big stash of them. The energy she got from it was perfect and beautiful, and she was ready to take on the day. The beautiful view of the gardens were below her room, and she went out to visit them, from a staircase on her balcony. The beautiful biscuit invigorated her sore body and she felt sharp, ready to explore the vast and sprawling garden of Timeria. Beautiful, tall rose bushes guided her through a path of cobblestone, with apple trees, lemon trees, orange trees, and more fruits than can be described all around the place. Gorgeous flowers of red, purple, and yellow were all throughout the gardens, with giant statues of immortal deities, carved out of pure marble stood at various locations, with beautiful fountains of fine, fresh water pouring down, and high into the sky, surrounding them. A statue of a tall, slender man in a large silk hood caught her attention, holding a bow and arrow while walking menacingly. His jaw was chiseled, his head covered by a large hood, amazingly chiseled into the stone. She walked through the path to get a closer look. This must have been Saturn. 

        Jonny the cat and his wives were in the great room where he slept. The walls were decorated in violet silk. They could see the girl walking through the garden, towards one of the statues of Saturn, enjoying her morning stroll. She was smiling and entranced, in her bare feet, and they all admired her beauty and youth for a second. Before too long, they turned around and walked to the portal room, after waking up in Jonny’s big bed. The clan walked down to the portal room, repeated their ritual with the lasers from the black cat’s eyes, and returned to the front entrance of the village. A red portal disappeared behind the clan, and they were back in Kikenstein. The weather had cleared up, and a rainbow shone bright and vivid in the distance, deep in the forest. The air was crisp and wet, a gift from the pouring rains. The girl’s tower stood in the distance, cold and deserted. 

        The town was in complete shambles. All of the houses were likely permanently destroyed, all of them severely damaged from the flooding. Jonny looked up to the skies and began meowing. His mind conjured the phrase of a magic spell, and the sky turned a firey red, while blood red clouds rolled in hastily. A murder of crows swarmed from the red rolling clouds, and surrounded the town. They were cawing loud and there were too many to possibly count. They continued flying around, when an ear shattering crash of thunder and red lightning bolted down from the heavens. It shot down in front of Jonny, and with a little electric spark at the end of the lightning tail - appeared his friend Saturn, back from his journey throughout the Ant Nebula. He appeared in his large red cloak, his favorite, and greeted Jonny with his eyes. The clouds quickly dissipated back into the sky, the crows flew away with hunks of the dead villager’s flesh, and some of the living ones too. The remnants of eyeballs and organs were held in their beaks as they flew out into the the forest, the horrified screams of dead police grazing their ears as they flew away. The atmosphere became calm, and the morning was pleasant and simple again. “So this is the place, huh? Looks like the weather got it pretty good already, great job!” expressed Saturn aloud to his little cat friend and the girls. “Yes, Saturn. Brat Kikenstein, the prince of this place and our princess’ terrorist, lives over there in that two story building. His house was in remnants, an entire half of the building completely gone, the wood beams swept away by the flooding. There was Brat himself, free of any liposuction or plastic surgery, a huge tub of lard desperately reaching for donuts, uncovered due to the destruction of his home. His clothes were in tatters and he was wailing, a pitiful blob creature. His eyes were still attached to his head, and Saturn didn’t like that. A poster depicting the immortal red deity’s likeness stood on the wall, and he wanted to make sure Brat could enjoy it no longer. 

        Saturn reached into his right pocket on his cloak, and grabbed a deck of cards. He picked out a random card, the 3 of clubs. His irises twisted and burned a crimson death stare, at his blob opponent, two full miles away. He placed the card between his index and middle finger, smooth and calm, and quickly tossed the card directly to his right. The card shot through the sky in a flash, spinning wildly and perfectly through the air, curving back towards Brat, swiftly taking out both of his eyes by slicing his corneas off, and settling itself into the wood beams by his poster. Brat let out a horrified wail, probably expressing fear that his eyes had been so rapidly taken from him, so suddenly. Saturn stood in his hood with a satisfied grin, eager to retrieve his card and return it to his deck. Jonny was amused by the display, along with his cat wives. Squirrels and birds were in the trees, looking at the posse and happy to see Saturn. The team walked up to the front entrance of the town, led by Saturn, with Jonny at his side, and the cat girls following suit. 

        They swiftly and suavely walked into the village, through the front entrance. There was a wooden fence around the whole village, to protect the Kikensteins from animals. The posse walked by, with stunned stares from the surviving townsfolk. One of the cooks saw Saturn walking past, failing to even notice the cats. He was tall, maybe 6 foot 5, and he couldn’t make out his face. The cook sat there, entranced, still reaching for his pile of donuts. The immortal deity’s divine presence blinded his eyes in just a few moments, and the putrid blob cook began to die. He reached out with his thick, pudgy hands towards a donut one last time, and then fell flat on the floor, going straight to hell. Another classic case of Standard Human Behavior. The team kept walking, past the library. Trisha, the middle aged old local librarian, was in the library. It was safe, unharmed by the floods. She looked through the window while holding one of her books, and was shocked to see the immortal Deity Saturn walking by with a band of cats. Her legs became hot and moist, dripping out squirt when seeing the amazing reality of his gait, swagger, and style. Her pussy was dropping loads of squirt, her eyes absolutely entranced, the laws of time and space being warped and bended in her mind. She saw amazing visions of faraway places, lives unknown, and amazing realities with beautiful wild animals in her imagination as she stared on. He was beginning to walk on, past the library, so she hastily dropped her book on the table and ran out, leaving the door open behind her. 

        She ran up to hug him while yelling his name out, the beautiful older librarian who had worshiped him all her life. She ran up and grabbed him from behind, and he feigned surprise. “Thank you Saturn! Thank you for saving our town, and the girl!”. Jonny the cat sat there, on the ground, as always being under appreciated just because he was a little cat. Saturn hadn’t even done much! Yet. His ego was just fine, and the human woman continued grabbing Saturn’s amazing, chiseled body in his silk cloak. “Hey, it’s no problem. We’ve got to go now, but we can catch up later. Here’s a portal to the palace gardens and your own private room.” he said with a snap of the fingers. As the sound left his hand, an oval red portal depicting another room in the palace of Timeria appeared, and he gestured for her to walk in while politely getting her off of him. She looked betrayed, but Saturn had work to do. She hesitantly started to walk away, possessed by his mind a bit, while looking behind her at the deity. She walked into her room, and the portal disappeared behind her, taking the vision of Saturn with it. 

        The posse was now at the house, littered with squeals from the blinded “prince” of Kikenstein. Saturn jumped up, into the second story of the house and met with Brat. The cats followed suit, jumping from wall to wall and appearing in the room. Brat sat there, with a donut in his hand, feebly attempting to bring it to his mouth as the immortal God’s death stare looked at him for only a moment. “Don’t… look at me! Not like this!!” expressed the frightened blob, aware he was being seen only by a powerful enchanting presence in his direct surroundings. “Is that… Saturn! Don’t you see I… do it for you? What about us?” expressed the blob as it wailed and pitifully screamed, bursting it’s vocal cords. Saturn averted his gaze to his poster on the wall, depicting him and his dragon, Red. He casually grabbed the 3 of clubs from its resting spot on the wall, and returned it to his deck of cards, smoothly putting it back in his pocket. The cats looked at Brat’s display in disgust, taking sick pleasure of getting to humiliate this horrible creature. Saturn began, “So you threw the girl in the tower? Fed her bad food? Sealed her away from the outside world?” with his beautiful, enchanting boyish voice. The blob became defensive, dropping its donut and beginning to express itself. “Of course, but can’t you see? Who knows what she..” started the blob called Brat, silenced by Saturn ripping out his vocal folds with his bare hands. The Deity dropped the stolen organ onto the ground, and Brat lay there in tattered clothes, helpless and silenced, with rotten blood pouring out of his mouth. “Well, that’s all I need to know, prince. Into the cave with you.” He began incanting a magical spell, while Brat’s body began to dissipate into thin air. “Enti ai cavern des Timeria, piti putrea buftan.” The blob pitifully and weakly began to struggle, horrified of his fate, and losing contact with Saturn. The sound of flatulence and soiled pants filled the room as the last parts of the prince of Kikenstein vanished into dust. He was in the torture cave off the path in Timeria, directly into a vat of Nitrous Oxide, being kept alive by magical spells. Brat’s body was frozen and tortured, but he was horrifyingly alive, desperately calling out for Saturn to be with him again, even just for a moment.

        Saturn turned to his right, smelling Brat’s friend Tristan Stein in the next room, to his right. He could hear him behind the wall, hiding away and desperately shoving food into his mouth. Saturn opened the door, to see a naked hairy man; morbidly obese beyond recognition in his sight. A putrid, foul smell filled the room and there were parasites in the air. “Don’t… look at me!!! Don’t look!” squealed the big, hairy sack of fat called Tristan. “So? You’re complicit in this, correct?”, asked Saturn to the accomplice. “Well, yes -“ he began, as Saturn snapped his fingers perfectly in time with the one word answer he was looking for. Tristan Stein disappeared into thin air, directly into the tub with his Kikenstein friend. The village of Kikenstein was in complete shambles, their leader and infrastructure surely damned. Saturn and the cats walked out of the broken, two story home, and back onto the streets of Kikenstein. They walked out with a cool swagger, back to the front entrance and ripped open a portal to the statue of Saturn in Timeria’s great gardens. Saturn looked at the cats, and back at the portal. There was Princess, ogling the statue while sitting on a bench, in a blissful daze from the wonderful smells of the flowers and plants that inhabited the gardens. She was so lovely, young and pure, and Saturn approved so far. He took the lead and walked through the portal, ready to surprise her with his favorite clan of cats. They all walked through, leaving Kikenstein in shambles, surely to suffer and die. 

CHAPTER 8 : Olympus Mons, Mars 

        “Bring me my dinner, slave.” came a low, putrid voice. Steelon Tusk was a space alien, the self proclaimed king of Mars, and here he was, in his dark castle atop Olympus Mons, the highest peak on all of mars. He was on a large sofa, with a large screen showing various angles of a small, skinny human working in a laboratory. “Nekesla… the imbecile… working for free. But what has he done to earn anything? He has no degree, he hasn’t sought out any institutions. It’s wrong for him to profit off this work, the moron.” spat out the wretched voice from his huge sofa. He was huge, his fat rolls spilling off the sofa, reaching to the walls of his room. Slave, the robot, came in with his dinner - a gigantic tray of fried foods, donuts, ice cream, chocolates, various desserts, cookies, pizza, burgers, and much more. Slave dropped off the tray in front of Steelon, and returned to his post in the corner of the room. Steelon beckoned to Slave, to feed him. Slave, a humanoid robot without a face, walked to his master. He began taking the food and putting it into his master’s mouth, and the big blob called Steelon chowed down greedily. “Stay with me, slave. Ease my loneliness and pain.” cried out the king of Mars pathetically. “I need him to help… program you.. I need you to make love to me, Slave.” came Steelon with tears streaming down his face, sauce and grease all over his huge white shirt, a pitiful display. Slave pretended not to understand, and continued shoveling the food into his master’s mouth one after another. A statue of Saturn, made of metal, stood in the corner of the room, along with a massive tapestry depicting Saturn riding his dragon, hunting a pair of deer from the sky. Steelon was another fan, with much more power to his name. 

       “There he is… looking at me. The old legend, Saturn.” continued Steelon while his belly expanded outward from his dinner. “He was never… there. He’s never showed interest, never bowed down to me. He’s just somewhere out in the universe, doing God only knows what. He’s… wronged me… I will get him if it’s the last thing I do.” said the blob called Steelon Tusk frantically. The statue of Saturn stood there menacingly, 12 feet tall and made of titanium, watching down at the display with his piercing eyes and legendary red cloak. “Listen, Slave… with this inventor, I can get him. I can overcome Saturn. We just need him to keep putting out his ideas, keep programming you and our other technology… and then I will find Saturn, tie him up and make him fall in love with me. All will be right… soon…” continued the master as his voice trailed off, tired. Slave stood there, calm and empty, and continued shoveling in his food from the tray without complaint. Only a portion of the tray was gone, Steelon’s dinner took many hours every night, followed by a nightly liposuction to help him maintain his figure. Many different angles of the inventor back on Earth hung on a screen in front of the blob king, depicting his innocent and useful work. He was working on a coil, that zapped electricity out, that he could possibly use to power other inventions. The gaunt, older inventor flipped a switch, and his coil let out a blue zap that went haywire, lighting a fire in the corner of the room. “Haha! HAHHAA! You see this, Slave!” exclaimed Steelon weakly. “He’s a danger, to himself and others! Inept! Stupid and weak! Ahahaha! This is why it’s okay to intercept the packages from the other aliens, who are grateful for his contributions to technology and science! He can’t deal with the power…” continued the Master. Another Slave robot, a girl, with synthetic strands of hair, came in with Steelon’s nightly tray of donuts, a hundred of them. She set them down on the table and quietly left the room. 

       “I need… to be fucked! By you, slave, don’t you see! If only he would program a robot penis for me, make you hump, you stupid slave! The years of loneliness… here in this castle, with my supple ripe body.” he said as his body popped open, dispensing lard all over the floor. The female Slave robot came back in with a sewing kit, silently, and began fixing up the hole in their master. She worked swiftly, and Steelon was back to one piece and being fed all the donuts by Slave. She walked out, watching her male counterpart feed Steelon silently. Nekesla had run out of his home, grabbed some water, and was putting out the fire in his room. “Dangit! Not again. It needs… a rod, something metal to catch the electricity.. ah! Not now!” he said as he ran out to get more buckets of water, a portion of the fire out. “Haha! Moron… imbecile.”, panted Steelon, still only a portion of the way through his dinner.  They continued like this, Slave feeding his master, watching Nekesla put out the fire, for quite some time, and we return back to Timeria on Earth. 

        “Hello” came a honeyed, boyish voice behind her. The Princess was in a dream, enchanted by the smells of the gardens of Timeria, and the imposing marble statue in front of her, with its beautiful surrounding fountains and greenery. She turned around, and found a pair of menacing, crimson eyes on a hooded figure looking at her good naturedly. This must have been Saturn himself! It took her a moment to process, her mind confused, taking loads of magical energies in all at once. He stood there quietly, maybe 25 feet away, and waited for her to come to her senses, the Wild Cat clan of Timeria surrounding him. Jonny the cat jumped up onto one of the structures and began running around, followed by his girls, running and playing by the great statue of Saturn. Saturn walked up to Princess, being sure to leave her some personal space, and introduced himself. He was shorter in person, maybe 6 foot 5, but still quite cool. “Hello, girl! What’s your name? I’m Saturn, the guy from the statue. You can call me Saturn.” he said with a good natured, sinister grin. “I’m… Princess…”, she said, stammering, enraptured by his slender figure, enchanting eyes, chiseled jaw, and beautiful voice. “Well, it’s good to meet you, Princess. Are you tired? There’s a lot more to see in these beautiful gardens. Here, let me find something,” he said as he reached his hands into his fountain, washing them with the crystal water. He rubbed his hands on his cloak and let them dry in the sunlight, perfectly clean, leaving the girl for a moment. She watched on in dismay, her pride somewhat offended, that he did not ravish her right there.

          “Well? You can come along, there’s plenty to see in these beautiful gardens, and I’d like to show you some things.” he said as he beckoned her over. She scurried over awkwardly, towards a small orchard of sorts, with various different fruits, many of which she had never seen before. “Thank you for joining me… I think we will need a bite if we’re to meet the other statues and little adventures in the garden.” He reached down, and grabbed a beautiful, hydrated red mushroom with white spots with his clean hands. He held it up in the sunlight, and began to explain. “This is an Eldenberry mushroom, an excellent food source grown in the finest soul, filled with beautiful nutrients. It appears he had a nice home under this apple tree, and is ready for consumption. He has some major psychoactive properties, and should help you increase your communication with the mycelium of this planet. Excellent fuel for our walk.” said Saturn, still in his hood, lost in thought and enraptured by this beautiful mushroom. “Here, let’s split it.” he said as he split the mushroom into two pieces, filling the palms of both his hands. He handed one piece to the girl, and began gnawing on the other. “Feel free to take your time, it’s a new thing, but I think you’ll enjoy it. I’m sure you’re hungry after walking all the way over to one of my statues.” he said as he happily nommed on the mushroom. He was also sure, because he had X Ray vision, and could see her stomach had nearly finished the biscuit. She would surely need more energy to be comfortable and enjoy their walk, Kikenstein being finished. It was a beautiful opportunity to enjoy a beautiful day in the dawn of spring, with not much to worry about, and he was overjoyed to have such a beautiful, young companion after so many eons in a cave by himself. 

        “Here, Artemis awaits.” he said, beckoning to a beaten dirt path, surrounded by tall redwood trees. She looked into the forest, still clearly a part of the sprawling gardens, heard the birds chirping and saw many squirrels, bunnies, lizards, and other wild creatures scurrying around the great redwood forest. Saturn was by the orchard, filling the pockets of his hood with a couple apples, oranges, and strawberries. He took some bites of the strawberries, perfectly ripe, and his face had a sinister grin, his hood still on. “Worry not, girl, the forest is no danger to us. Follow me and enjoy your Eldenberry mushroom, taste the fruits of the gardens of Timeria.” said Saturn, a bit ominously, still chowing down on the beautiful strawberries with his fine, elegant, clean hands. His skin had gone pale from so many centuries in his cave, but she could tell he had a natural, bronzed complexion like hers. She watched as he ran over to a squirrel, at supersonic speeds, and caught it with his hands. He began petting it and talking to it, asking it about its day, and she noticed the mushroom half in her hands. It was beautiful, red and white. She held it up to her face, and smelled it. It was somewhat sweet, the aroma of the nutrients and water it held filled her nostrils, and she became high off the wonderful food. She was already quite high from all the flowers, greens, and general atmosphere of Timeria. She took a bite, and ran after Saturn, holding the Eldenberry mushroom in her hands. The fruit of the mushroom was slightly sweet, very naturally delicious. It tasted like the forest, and enchanted her mind. She could feel electricity zap her mind, and time began to slow. The mushroom took its effects immediately, an incredible food source, but also quite the drug. She began to trip, time and space dilating in her mind. There she saw Saturn, petting a squirrel, and she prayed it was no dream. 

         “Saturn, is it really you? Is this real? It’s so beautiful, more than I ever could have dreamed of.” she said with tears in her eyes, her pupils dilating as Saturn turned to her. “Sometimes I wonder if any of this is real myself, Princess. I do enjoy being such a powerful being in this universe, able to defend myself and those I love. But, I see no indication this is a dream, so perhaps it is real.” he said, in his aloof and mysterious tone, letting the squirrel back into the trees, happy to catch up with the squirrel god. “Here, take a few more bites of that mushroom, and some of these strawberries.” He reached into his cloak’s pocket with his clean hands and gave her a couple beautiful strawberries. She finished off her mushroom, locking her into a spell, entranced in this magical wonderland with her perfect gentleman. “Let me tell you more about Timeria, princess, and how this place came to be.” The cats had run off long ago, going about their lives in various parts of the garden, out and about in the mysterious private lives of cats. Her and Saturn were alone in the woods, with the sounds of rustling trees and chirping birds guiding their path. Though the mushroom had powerful effects, she was not scared, it was a clean and easy high. 

        “Jonny is a cat, who is me. I began experiments with splicing genomes and genetic sequences long ago, deep in the beforetimes.” She nodded - Saturn’s scientific exploits were the stuff of legend, he had been responsible single handedly for more technological advancements and scientific marvels than could possibly be counted. She nodded in understanding, Jonny was Saturn’s son, of sorts. They continued walking in their bare feet as Saturn went on. She noticed he was clean shaven as of now, a stylistic choice, the suns rays coming in through the foliage of the forest and illuminating his bone structure. “After I ran off to a cave in Saturn, as just a young man, I had quite awhile to perform wild, crazy experiments in the depths of the cavern on many things. I dissected many animals and cats, finding their genetic sequences and learning how to perfect them - how to make a race of deities on the physical plane, to guide and protect our universe. I made quite a few friends along the way, and made some myself. But this place, is Jonny’s home, so we will stick to his story for now.” She followed along, finishing her handful of strawberries, invigorated and enchanted by this magical walk in the woods. 

        “After splicing the genome of cats and various animals down to a molecular and atomic level, I began to ponder how to perfect the material of a life form, to make it fast beyond recognition, soft and cute, and of course, immortal by the laws of this universe. After quite some time, and quite a few botched batches, along with some good outcomes like his wives you met before, I was ready to make my best friend, Jonny the cat. He is beyond the laws of this universe, faster than any eye could see, soft and cute, yet menacing. I’d say he reminds me of myself, if that’s not too egotistical.” explained the deity. She was somewhat understanding, the beautiful food helping her stay healthy, intelligent, and to keep up with Saturn’s stride. “Do you mind?” he said as he pulled out a marijuana joint from his cloak’s pocket. “Oh not at all. Maybe I’ll try some.” answered Princess, shocked at her own strength from the beautiful food they had given her. 

Saturn held the joint up to his mouth, snapped his fingers, and a little fire came from his index finger. He lit up the end of the joint while greedily puffing away, as she extended her hand out to try some. He handed her the joint, as she tried to look cool like him, and took a couple of puffs before handing it back to the deity. He continued puffing away as they enjoyed their walk, the two of them tripping out of their minds on extremely high quality drugs, having lots of fun while taking in the scenery. 

         “Anyways.” he said. “After some years of genetic experimentation, I got to work on Jonny the black cat. I made his body perfect, small and slender. The fabric of his body is capable of taking in surrounding energy from any of its local surroundings, making him as good as immortal. He can run faster than any eye could see, and has senses that I dare say are better than my own. I learned how to upload my eternal spirit into that cat, and he’s been my best friend ever since. “So that’s why he’s like that..” said Princess, in a blissful daze. “Yes, I guess you could say that. Anyways, I wanted a beautiful place for him, so we came down to earth and cleaned all of Timeria and the local surroundings out from awful humans, and got to work on the white palace. I built this place, all of the statues, and just about everything here primarily with my own two hands - but I did have the help of robot friends to help with the great Palace. Most of the fruits simply grow on their own, spread by animals and the winds these days. It’s amazing how low maintenance life is, without pesky humans.” he said as he finally unveiled his hood, unveiling his thick, long black hair and finely chiseled face to the girl. “It’s a nice story, Saturn. I’m so glad you made this place. Thank you for your help, and the cats.” she said authentically, having the most beautiful day of her entire life. 

         “So how did it go with the village? Did you stay safe? Jonny said you were going to visit,” Princess asked her eternal companion. “Yes of course, over in a flash. The Kikensteins are no more, and I think our little story is just beginning. I’m terribly sorry you spent all that time in the tower, young girl. I’ll do my best to make it up to you.” he said as they entered a clearing, with a beautiful marble statue of a bald cat goddess, who he had said was Artemis. She was holding a bow, aimed at a pair of wild geese, draped in a large cloak, with her tail out. Her eyes were massive, beautiful orbs, carved into white marble. The geese were flying away, and her arrow, also carved of stone, hung ominously in the air, its method of suspension unknown. The clearing was absolutely gorgeous, the sun lowering in the sky, littered with tall fountains and smaller statues, more than she could possibly count. There were little cats, chasing little birds, all carved into the stone, and real animals playing around. Vines and flowers grew on the statues and pillars, the whole scene an absolute delight to behold. The pair walked into the clearing together with romance in the air in their bare feet, finally escaping their years of loneliness on this blissful, fateful day. 

      “Looks like the sun is going down. How about dinner? How about pasta with goose?” asked Saturn to the young girl. She nodded her head in approval, still tripping wildly on all the new food she had eaten, taking in the incredible majesty of the scene and scents they had walked into. The tall redwoods surrounding the clearing called his name, and he vanished in an instant. He returned a second later, jumping from the top of the trees, and landing back next to the girl silently, a dead goose in his hands - its neck snapped. She looked at him in bewildered horror - impressed, shocked, and terrified. He displayed the dead goose to the girl in twisted pleasure, before hoisting it above his head with both arms, and tossing it into the air back towards the palace of Timeria. It vanished in an instant as his arms moved down, flying through the air, a fresh beautiful corpse of a strong goose specimen. “That should be somewhere near the kitchen. We’ll be just like her tonight.” he said with a smile. His hair was still out, and he was still aloof, charming and entertaining, but frustrating at times. “Anyways,” he went on. “It’s getting late. We better start heading back. We will have to run if we want to see more of the gardens, it’s the only way I like to get around this place.” She looked at him, befuddled, and a bit anxious to acknowledge the elephant in the room he seemed to be pussyfooting. He took her by the hand for a moment, locking eyes with her gaze, and a blissful moment existed for an eternity, as the warm sun rays showered in through the redwoods in this wonderful little clearing in Timeria. He led her along, back the way they came, and they headed home as the sun went down. He took this opportunity to show some interest in his companion, asking her about her personal life and time in Kikenstein. They walked together merrily and made chit chat through the gardens, as various animals came to watch the two love birds dance.

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        “Hello?” came an old, eccentric voice. “Bonk bonk bonk” said Nekesla as he hit the old computer box. “I wonder if I can get this thing to work… it seems fine, even has some software, it even says it has Wi-Fi internet… right Metrishla, my dear?” Metrishla the pigeon, a tan brown pigeon who lived with Nekesla, gave a sign of approval. “Wi-Fi, the connection to the internet, a signal to all the universe, Nekesla - that’s what that is.” answered his pigeon in his mind's eye, their form of communication, commonplace among animals. “Of course… of course, that would explain the bars, and that dish you helped me sort out.. but why, Metrishla, why? We’ve been working on my Twitter account since last year, it seems not a soul in the universe has picked up on it!” cried out Nekesla Pidgotto frantically. He was growing frustrated. 

       Nekesla was an old inventor, who had lived in Kikenstein. He was gaunt and skinny, his eyes brown and his hair black. He was a poor man, and just about everyone in the village had treated him horribly. He lived in a small closet for many years, known as a senile idiot, talking of his inventions about electricity, extraterrestrial life, and his bizarre connection with the pigeons who frequented and terrorized the town. They seemed to like him, and Metrishla had been with him since his time in the village. One day in Kikenstein, Nekesla had had enough. He had been thrown in jail without good cause by the police, stating he was mentally ill and senile, a danger to himself and others. This had come soon after his invention of his Tesla Coils that had shocked the town, a display of beautiful electricity that burned his own house down! He had been in jail for a couple weeks before animals got him out. After a police officer came to his cell, with fear in his eyes, he was freed without an explanation. Nekesla ran straight to his home, his darling Metrishla flying to him from the sky to greet him, and he grabbed his papers, journal, ink, and ran out into the woods, swearing off Kikenstein and their evil ways, his Metrishla flying by his side the whole time. 

CHAPTER 9 : Nekesla Pidgotto and Metrishla 

        After escaping his prison, with almost nothing in his hands except a folder with notes, and his ink, pens, and papers in a satchel, Nekesla swore off Kikenstein while running out into the forest, huffing and puffing while Metrishla led the way. “Kikensteins!!! I’ve had enough! Can’t they see how important this invention is to our village! Our society! I only burned down my own little closet, for god’s sake! Damn… Kikensteins!” he muttered to himself while running out with his papers. Metrishla gave him a nod of approval, a small tan pigeon with beautiful coloring who was his pet and companion. “Follow me, Nekesla. I’ll take you somewhere you’ll like. Now you know, you’ve learned enough about the Kikensteins and humans - they are truly terrifying and awful, and refuse to advance. Keep running, dear.” expressed the pigeon through telepathic communication, her words appearing in his mind as they always did. She flew and he ran (poorly) through the woods, far away from Kikenstein, the Police surely on their trail. “That damn… Nekesla! With his damn pigeons! He’ll never get away with this, leaving us! He’s a danger to himself and others, look at his behavior!” panted the Sheriff King, a big fat man with a deep voice who we met earlier in the meeting room. 

        This was only a few short weeks before Jonny the Cat’s visiting to Kikenstein, and we have much to learn about Nekesla. The police ran through the woods, not making it far, attacked by animals and birds who clawed their faces and took their eyes out. They all got lost, their dogs refusing to follow the trail and attacking them, as always. Before too long, the Sheriff King called off the chase, claiming Nekesla would  “run back home” and had “no chance” in the woods, the useless imbecile. “He’s a buffoon! He can’t even afford food, the idiot. Without the fat and size to protect himself, he doesn’t stand a chance out there! Oh well. Moron. Just trying to help!!” gasped the Sheriff King, exasperated and losing too many of his guys to keep going. He, and many other members of the village had always felt an affection for the older inventor, and his eccentric ways - but it very rarely came out in a positive manner. The police went home, and had a meeting, eating their donuts to recover from their hard days “work”, while a poster of Saturn stood on the wall in the police station, their all time enemy. “Back to our main objective boys.. Saturn. Blah blah blah..” 

       Nekesla and Metrishla had run deep into the night, and he was totally exhausted. “Rest, now, love” expressed the pigeon. “We’ve come far enough - the police will never reach us this deep in the woods. We will rest now, but will need a shelter for the night.” she continued, perched on a branch of an oak tree in the forest. “Please eat your biscuit and sit down awhile, Nekky, I will go get us some worms for food. If you find the energy, try to make yourself a shelter out of wood, leaves, and tree branches - I trust in your ingenuity.” she finished as she flew away. Off into the woods she went, surely to come back - their trust and bond extremely strong after years of companionship. Nekesla sat down, on a tree stump, and caught his breathe. He needed water, more food, and a place to stay tonight. He was scared, but quite happy. To be away from Kikenstein, at last! Away from the terror of the police, the ungrateful swine who never appreciated his ingenuity, taxes, and the impossibility of making even a dime as a young inventor! He may have been a bit gray and old these days, but he was still young at heart. He took quite a bit to sit down and catch his breathe, slowly chewing one of his 5 biscuits from his satchel. The sound of a mild stream was in his ears from a distance, his mind not processing he could go to it for water. His thirst was “killing him”, metaphorically, his throat dry and parched. 

       Metrishla returned and perched on a branch, alit by the moon and stars in a small clearing, as Nekesla lay on the ground, snoozing and dirty - but at peace. The sound of crickets, frogs, and other wildlife were like music in the air, in no way a threat to either of the “lovers”. She set the worms she had caught for him down, killing them with her beak, on a patch of leaves and patiently waited for her wacky companion to wake up. He had failed to make a shelter for himself, but luckily it was spring and he had brought his coat, so he was just fine. He slept like a log all through the night, and awoke again with the rising sun - as heavenly glory pierced his eyes with the rays of sun through forest foliage, with chirping birds singing in the background. 

       “Out? Of… Kikenstein! What a glorious day, Metrishla, a glorious day indeed! My god, I am starving and parched! I don’t know if I’m going to survive this, but to escape the village even a day!” he exclaimed, “What a rush!” The old inventor was tired, dehydrated, and over exerting himself, but his darling Metrishla was here to guide him along. “Very good, Nekesla - you’ve done well. But you’re thirsty, yes?” she said sinisterly and playfully. He nodded in confusion, not understanding his pigeon’s point. “Well, you hear the stream of water to the south, correct?” she continued. He nodded, a bit dumbly, still not processing her point. “Yes, I am quite thirsty… but without the well and shopkeepers, I’m not sure how we’re to get water, my dear!”. Metrishla flew from her branch, flapping her wings, angered by his stupidity in a kind hearted way. “Well why don’t you go to the damn stream and drink something! You imbecile! I have to tell you how to do everything!”. Nekesla sat there, shocked, and dropped his satchel. “Well, get a move on! Go! Towards the stream to the south! Now! Go!” she said as she continued beating her wings at Nekesla. He stood up quick, and began jogging towards the sound of the stream, this being a common occurrence in their lovely relationship. He muddled his way through the woods, tripping on a few branches and making a bit of a fool of himself, but resolute on reaching this stream and making up for his offense to Metrishla.  

       A sea of microscopic spy cams were watching the two of them, known only to Metrishla - her poor companion clearly not ready to understand the levels to his dreary life. They watched the two as the bird and inventor drank from the stream, him cupping his hands and grabbing pitifully small amounts of water, but still quenching his thirst. “Why, it’s beautiful! This water is amazing! It seems so clean, and fresh! Thank you Metrishla, you’ve done it again!” he exclaimed while putting on a show, splashing the water into the air with the joy of an innocent child. She sat there in approval, sipping from the stream, as she eyed down one of the microscopic spy cams sent by Steelon Tusk, just one of the pitiful inventions made by the king of Mars to stalk and terrorize the inventor. 

      “Damnit! My guys! They can’t get into those damn woods! Why aren’t the animals attacking him!” expressed Steelon, on his giant brown sofa, watching a massive television screen with many angles of the inventor in the woods and his bird - along with some other subjects he had taken interest in. “God… damnit!” expressed the blob king with a blast of flatulence coming from his butt. “These damn animals! Giving him all this advice, poisoning his damn mind! He never… liked the donuts! The liposuction! He will never get his parcels from those admires across the universe! I’ll never let it happen!” said Steelon, as he turned to his trusty robot Slave, the tapestry and statue of Saturn. “I’ll get him… Saturn… if it’s the last thing I do.” cried out Steelon as he weakly threw one of his donuts across the room. “He’s been gone for eons, but I know! What’s right is right and he will be mine! Hahaha! The idiot! Away in some cave, probably! Hahaha! Moron!” said Steelon, shoving donuts in by the dozen as he laughed weakly at his “nemesis”. “Well, he’s out in the forest, so our guys can’t do much. We will leave the little spider spy cams to watch our little Nekesla, the powerless buffoon! Ahahaha!” he finished, returning to eating his food and stalking his poor invested interests on the screen in his great room. 

       “Here’s the spot.” said Metrishla. They had reached an abandoned home, it seemed to be in a small town, but all the other houses had turned into rubbish and had been overgrown by plants and trees long ago. It was a one story house, remarkably still standing, and they had reached it after 3 days and nights of walking through the forest. The home was standard and basic, made remarkable by the fact it was still standing alone in this wild forest. The numbers “29046” stood by the entrance, ominously rusted in metal print, overgrown by plant life. Vines and roots reached up to the entrance and walkways, surrounded by oak trees, redwoods, birch, and a variety of other plants and wild things. Squirrels and birds ran around, while the hooting of owls could be heard at periodic intervals to the young inventor and his companion. “Wow, Metrishla! Not bad, bird! You never cease to amaze me, my dear! I guess this is where we can stay, right?” said Nekesla, with magic in his eyes, so proud of his bird and ecstatic to have a potential new life in this strange house, deep in the woods. “Of course! This should be a great place to live. I’m sure the Kikensteins will never find us here! Haha!” laughed the pigeon mightily. “Let’s break down the door and make ourselves at home! Haha!” 

      Nekesla began kicking, limply, mildly invigorated by his new diet of raw worms. After a bit too long, he finally managed to bust in and entered the home. The floors were made of wood, and it seemed incredibly standard - yet incredibly magic and enchanting. He mightily plopped onto an old, forgotten bed and fell asleep. Metrishla happily flew in the house and took a nap herself. They had much to do, and finally they were safe. 

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       Saturn and Princess finally arrived back at the palace, the dead goose he had tossed earlier awaiting them on a tree branch. He ran up and grabbed it, hoisting it above his shoulders, both of them very hungry from their long walk in the vast gardens of Timeria, and Saturn excited to cook for the girl and his cats. They walked up the steps, back to the main corridor of the palace, and he showed her to the kitchen. After the shocking defeat of Kikenstein, and finally breaking his many eons of solitude, it was time to celebrate! The girl sat down on a beautiful sofa made of horse skin, and closed her eyes - her wild companion still bursting with energy and delighted to make beautiful food! The kitchen was tall and gorgeous, a large television on the screen with animal television, showing ultra HD, crisp displays of Golden Snub Nosed Monkeys in the forests of china, running around in the snow. It was absolutely adorable, and she lay there half awake, still in her pink dress, watching this stunningly crisp television with its cute animals as he pranced around the palace with his hood down, still tripping wildly on all the beautiful plants they had consumed earlier. She lay down, exasperated, and took some time to herself as he disappeared off into the palace. Forest, the brown cat with deep green eyes, came to her side and snuggled up to the exhausted princess, happy to purr and take a nap on the beautiful sofa in the Great Kitchen. 

       The girl fell half asleep, Forest cuddling her in her lap, while Saturn ran up to the top of the palace to get Jonny for play time. Before he went, he ran in a flash to his mouse storage room, where he had various mice performing various tricks to study their behavior patterns and have fun. He grabbed a couple of live mice by the tails, 5 in total, out of their enclosure! They squirmed in terror as he grabbed them, a maniacal and psychotic look on his face, as he brought his friend’s play toys out from their room. He let the mice loose among the palace and began fast walking up the spiral steps to the top, where Jonny resided. Beautiful paintings from past lives, of various beautiful women, stunning scenery, animals and plants, waterfalls, cliffs, crashing waves, architecture lined the steps up to the top of the palace, in intricately carved frames of various materials. Before too long, he was in the great room, as Jonny the black cat lay in his great crimson bed taking a nap. The sheets of his bed were fine spider silk, colored a fine crimson. The moon shone off the smooth, lovely sheets through a large skylight at the top of the palace. He was on the bed with Scarlet, the female black cat with red eyes, and they were cuddling as they took a nap. Saturn came up to his friend, careful not to wake Scarlet, and woke him up for playtime. Saturn hadn’t gotten enough cardiovascular exercise in that day, and needed to have fun. 

       Jonny awoke without a word, opening his magical crimson eyes to his friend. He jumped off the bed silently, and the pair walked down the mighty palace steps with a cool swagger, the gold shining off of Saturn’s mighty spider silk robe as the beautiful creatures walked past the paintings. Absolutely nobody was looking, but they loved to look cool. Before too long, they became bored, and really turned on the jets. Jonny disappeared in a flash, a bolt of red electricity left in his wake. He was off to find one of the mice, while Saturn blasted away into another room to grab his darts. He began to shed his physical form, his body becoming a humanoid shaped ray of divine red electricity, sparking vividly and brightly like a beautiful star, as his cloak fell to the floor. His eyes were massive, and pitch black, huge - an entirely separate creature. He was still cool and casual, despite being a literal ray of menacing crimson light, as he grabbed the darts and disappeared from the room, leaving the room pristine and clean. A massive assortment of various novels from all across the room hung on finely carved wooden shelves in this room, just one of the incredible amount of rooms at the great white palace of Timeria. 

      Saturn was out, floating in the great hall in a separate guise. The princess was barely roused, in a deep slumber with the brown cat to calm her down. He had his darts in his electric hands, and a circular dart board was tossed up 300 feet into the air. He slammed one of the darts through the bullseye, 10,000 feet away and it cleanly penetrated the board, directly through the middle. The dart went through clean, barely losing any velocity at all, and went directly into one of the mice running around the palace on the floor, killing it instantly. In the distance, he could sense Jonny complaining about catching the other four. “Damn… mice! You’re too damn slow! You have to be faster!!!” expressed the little black cat. Jonny released a horrifying beam of electricity from his enchanted cat eyes, a pink zap that sparked throughout the palace. All five of the mice arose from the dead, floating in the air, high in the palace, while being zapped by pink electricity from Jonny’s eyes. Jonny enchanted a magic spell in his mind’s eye, and the mice arose again from the dead, now pink flashes of electricity farting around the palace at terrifying speeds. 

      Saturn was in the air, floating high in the heights of the palace, throwing his darts at ultra fast speeds at various moving and still targets throughout the palace, leaving the mice for Jonny to chase. He hit the bullseye every single time, as they were released from the menacing red flash of electricity that he now was like an ultra precise machine gun. Before too long, he had grown somewhat tired, leaving perfectly penetrated dart boards all around the palace for his robot assistants to clean up, as he walked back to the dart room, becoming his normal self again and grabbing his cloak. The robots rolled in hastily while he walked back, quickly taking the used dart boards away from the palace. They were gone in a flash, to take care of the boards for his next use, and replace the darts back in their designated cabinet. He modestly put on his cloak and went back out to check on Jonny, electric sparks still coming off his normal physical body, with its beautiful pale tan skin, wonderfully hydrated and clean. 

      Jonny had finished off the magically zapped rats, and they were ready to make dinner. They walked over to the kitchen after playtime, and Saturn got to work. The goose was laying on a marble countertop, and he put it through a meat grinder. First, he chopped off its legs, and sliced its body into many pieces, before mushing down its organs and meat through a hand cranked meat grinder, and leaving it on the countertop. He filled a large pot with lots of clean water, and set the heat tk the wood fired stove to high, to boil it. While the water heated up, he diced tomatoes, basil, carrots, and onions into a sauce that he got ready on the pan. They were going to have linguine pasta with a meat sauce. He grabbed a bunch of dried pasta from the pantry of the kitchen, as the water continued to heat up, and left it on the countertop next to the goose meat. He walked over silently to the princess, who was fast asleep, admiring her youthful glow as Jonny the cat ran around in the kitchen. Saturn realized he must have been hungry - so he grabbed one of the goose legs, and gave it to his cat. Jonny greedily chomped down most of the leg and walked out of the kitchen to share it with his cat wives. The video of the snub nosed monkeys was still playing, and he took some time to appreciate it as the water began to boil. 

          He threw in some salt and lowered the temperature, and the large bunch of linguine. He set a timer for 8 minutes in his mind’s eye, and got to work on the sauce. First, he started simmering a separate saucepan next to the pot of pasta. He started with some butter from the refrigerator, and some goat milk. Then, he added the rest of the sauce he had previously made and left it to cook. He realized he had forgotten to cook up the goose, so he started another pan with a little bit of butter and cooked the ground goose over a high temperature, lightly salted and peppered. The goose cooked quickly, as he stirred the linguine pasta in the pot. He took a second to simply hang out and enjoy the show again as the goose meat cooked more. After a couple minutes, he added the meat to the saucepan and continued simmering it over a low temperature. The pasta was about 3/4s done, as he kept a close eye on it. He grabbed a slice of parmesan cheese from his refrigerator and left it out on a marble counter. After a couple more minutes, the pasta was ready - so he took the large pot, and drained it into the sink. He left it there a minute, and continued stirring the meat sauce as everything was just about ready to be finished. The Princess woke up to the smells and sounds, and Forest was roused from her lap. The cat scurried into the kitchen as Saturn picked her up, petting the beautiful green eyed cat. He was still just in his red cloak, unworried about making a mess. 

        Saturn took the drained pasta and put it back into the large metal pot. His meat sauce was ready, so he took the saucepan and simply dumped it into the pot. After some stirring, his goose meat pasta with linguine was just about ready. He took the parmesan block, aged to perfection, from the counter along with a cheese grate, and began grating it into the pasta. He stirred it again after around 8 seconds of grating, and his pasta with goose was ready to go! The princess had stood up, her pink dress crisp and clean from the day in the sunlight, as what she beloved to be her husband was aloof in the kitchen, a beautiful smell emanating into her nostrils, piercing her pineal gland and entrancing the girl. She came up to him, as if to touch his back, but thought better when she remembered this wasn’t quite her husband. “Just about there! We’re going to crack open a bottle of wine if that’s alright with you, the cats should come by for this soon” he said as he left the remaining bones, meat, and organs of the goose into a large cat bowl, ready for them to enjoy at their leisure. “Great!” she said, dumbfounded and confused as to her new life - taking it in stride, but confused about her relationship with Saturn, the handsome deity. She was silent and hung out awkwardly in the kitchen, as he pulled out two large porcelain plates, finely thrown and decorated in an emerald green glaze, depicting entrancing shapes and lines with butterflies, as he softly and deftly placed them on the counter. Her stomach was hungry, but not starving as usual, as he placed the beautiful food onto each of the plates, ready to be doused in parmesan. He read her mind as to her parmesan preferences, generous, and perfectly grated the cheese on top of the pasta as Jonny and several of the other cats came into the room, immediately going for the animals organs while quietly ignoring the couple. Saturn grabbed a couple of paper wrapped cookies, pastries, and a bottle of red wine from his pantry, and placed them on the counter. He popped the bottle as he gestured for the princess to take a seat on a stool, as she followed his commands. The princess was confused, thinking Kikenstein would be much more of a problem, still not sure if any of this was real or a dream, or her relationship with this thing. 

       The sounds of howler monkeys came up on the analog television screen, along with the sounds of chirping birds and insects, free of narration to decorate their dinner. Saturn said nothing, acknowledged nothing, said no grace at all, barely acknowledged the princess, and greedily chowed down on his beautiful plate of food with a fork, as her utensils sat in front of her. The cats were engaged in a ravenous food frenzy of sorts, with the prestige and grace of cats, as the meat from the goose disappeared from the very large cat bowl. Princess was confused, a bit insulted, or a lot insulted, as Saturn seemed to turn on her while respectfully chewing on on his amazing pastries and intently watching the howler monkeys swing through the trees, seemingly more interested in these animals than his guest… and wife… as she thought they were. She had absolutely no clue what to make of this thing, or his behavior patterns, since calling him a man seemed wrong. She turned her head in frustration down to her plate of food, amazing and perfect, clean and warm, and hesitantly took a bite as she considered running out of the room. Enmity filled her soul as she tasted the amazing creation of her would-be husband, feeling useless and stupid as a woman. She sat there as Saturn broke the silence finally, saying “So tell me about your time in the tower? What would you do for fun?”. She took a moment to respond, and told her about himself as he listened not so intently, and the night went on as the show played, and the waning moon and full night of stars shone high on the White Palace of Timeria. 

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         Nekesla had set up the house at 29046 a bit more, and was somewhat learning to survive. He had filled some wooden buckets he found in what appeared to be a garage with water from a local stream, at the persistence of Metrishla. Also in the garage were loads of electronic equipment that had become dusty throughout the ages, the origins of this house unknown to him. A satellite dish, Metrishla had called Starlink, something to give other devices internet connections was now in what was his office in the largest room of the house. The windows of the house were broken and needed to be fixed, vines with flowers bursting into the house, and making him chilly in the nights. However, he was adapting to the loneliness, and had the company of his Metrishla, and plenty of electronics to try to mess with as he learned what everything was. Some game devices, phones, computers, and other things all made it into his office from the garage, dusty and in need of power cords and some touch ups . He couldn’t figure out for the life of him how to make it all work, or any of it, but luckily there were solar panels installed onto the roof of the house. They still somehow worked and charged the generator to the home after so many years, and some of the things he did manage to plug in had lights on. He spent today working on installing the satellite dish onto the roof, while it plugged into what Metrishla had called a “router”, something that gave the other devices an “internet signal”. He was very interested in all this, but somewhat offended to see such advanced technology past his level of comprehension, as an egotistical inventor. 

        Metrishla was out and about. She was hunting for some worms and having fun, while Nekesla struggled up to the roof, trying out ladders or chairs to help lift him up, as he weakly lugged the satellite up to the top to try to get connected to the “internet”. He was absolutely pitiful as a hunter and had horrifying survival instincts, to the bird. Who knows what would have happened to him without her, thought Metrishla. She was still providing him with worms, and he was meagerly subsisting on some berries and leaves as they got their setup going. She was excited to show him the Internet, and all the wild possibilities for technology that still existed in this abandoned home alone, an oases for an inventor deep in the forests of the greater Timeria area. 

        Metrishla arrived back with a beak full of worms, and placed them on the counter. Vines, mushrooms, and flowers had all found their way into the house and lizards ran around the place. Nekesla had found an old stock of provisions with canned foods, well past expired, and a very decent amount of non perishable, dried items. They had pasta, old sauce, baked goods, cookies, and a lot of other old things in dusty packages he didn’t know what to make of. They seemed to be contained in a cardboard material, with bright logos and numbers on the boxes. “Metrishla! Very nice!” he said as he scooped up a live worm from the counter and happily put it into his mouth. “Thank you! I found these things in what I believe is the pantry, with this old food all the way from the century 2000!” Nekesla exclaimed. Some of the jarred food looked somewhat okay, by their standards, but everything was dusty and rotten. He opened up a box and started eating some cereal with his hands. It had gone stale, dry, old and terrible over time, but he greedily chowed down on it anyways. The bird and inventor were making it work, as she took a worm for herself. They were slowly figuring out what to do with the electronics, and the solar panels continuing to charge the generator of this abandoned home was nothing less than a miracle! Metrishla went on, continuing to teach Nekesla step by step how to do everything, what to try, and teaching him more about technology every day. The sun went down on the forest as Nekesla tried to boil some water and make some tea. 

Chapter 10 : Game Room 

      The sun shone into the girl’s room, onto her silk pink sheets through the large windows at the crack of dawn. Saturn was in the washroom, splashing some fresh water onto his face and getting dressed. He threw on his cloak and eyed down his visage in the clear, silver mirror. He had a little 5 o’ clock shadow on his full beard he liked the style of. The princess lay in bed, naked in her clean, pink silk sheets fast asleep. The morning was shining in and they had discussed marriage and many things in the night. She was in a deep sleep, exhausted from her long day, and Saturn moved silently. He walked out of the room discreetly and she lay there in a dream. Of what, is her business. 

       He closed the door silently behind him, and walked into the great hall of the palace. He was in his clean, bare feet striding quickly through the halls, as his cat Jonny appeared behind him. They stalked deftly through the palace and down into a dungeon, one of the many hidden places in the palace. They walked down a great staircase of stone, with some moss and dim lights decorating the walkway. Down and down they went, without a word or glance exchanged, moving as one - just the two of them. A creaky, old wooden gate awaited them at the bottom of the steps, and Saturn simply opened it. They walked in together, slyly, into a chillingly clean white room. Warm lights were on the top of the room, pleasant to see, and a computer board with advanced level technology was on one of the walls, with a large screen. “29046” said Jonny in their subconscious method of communication, to both Saturn and the technology. Before them, stood a screen of Nekesla Pidgotto and Metrishla. Nekesla was attempting to cook some ages old pasta in a pot, spilling boiling water onto himself and screaming out. Saturn and Jonny sighed. “This is, Nekesla Pidgotto. He’s an eccentric old inventor, very talented, quite good by human standards. He escaped from the Kikenstein village a few weeks ago with the help of this bird, he calls Metrishla. Steelon Tusk, the dictator from Mars has an invested interest in him. I’m saying we help him out.” said the cat. “Yes.” said Saturn, as his crimson dragon eyes penetrated the screen. Nekesla poured some more water in from a small barrel and continued to try to make the pasta. 

      “SATURN - BOT and JONNY - BOT, Traterra Valley, MARS” said Saturn aloud into the computer intelligence. The white room vanished into a flash, morphing in a wild, surreal display in only an instant, and metallic versions of Saturn and the Cat appeared in a vast, red hot valley on Mars. They were now gray robots, being controlled by Saturn and Jonny from the room - the deity and the cat. Their bodies were gray and made of titanium, and fashionably dressed, of course! SATURN - BOT had deep, purple eyes and a purple cloak, and JONNY - BOT had a little purple shirt and matching purple eyes. They took in the horizon, at a local town, as the great mountain of Olympus Mons hung on the cruel, red Martian surface. Saturn and Jonny were in their robot forms - hairless robots with menacing purple eyes, and various technology on their robot bodies we will describe soon. Saturn had a pair of titanium cat ears that could hear for endless miles, into the depths of the universe itself, capable of tuning in and out to any sound they pleased. His eyes locked into a tall sand dune with limestone rocks, and they began jogging over silently as the harsh, red Martian sun pounded the desert. Saturn was still humanoid, and Jonny still cat like, as they arrived behind cover and scoped out a local town with their incredible vision. 

      This town was Trans Loser Obispo, a town with an artificial lake and a large police station, court house, and presence of the federal government of Mars in its wake. The martians were green skinned, hairless creatures that were like humans. Saturn dialed in the words “SNIPER RIFLE WITH SILENCER” into his digital wrist watch and a sniper rifle with a silencer began to appear to his left. Jonny the cat was watching, in his robot body, at the town and pointing out members of the Martian police to Saturn. Saturn picked up the sniper, and lay it down on a limestone rock to scout out the town. The Martian women were in their homes, up to some pathetic behavior, mostly sleeping, some of them pitifully attempting to read novels, a few of them even had some bald Martian Men in their homes. The police were like an infestation on the town, Saturn could see them attacking people all over the town through the scope, shooting them, tasing them, attacking them. It was a large village with maybe 40,000 inhabitants. As he moved the sniper scope to the Superior Court House, he could see the green judge walking out into his car after a long day of sending people to jail the rest of their lives for minuscule reasons. A host of Martian women were in handcuffs, being thrown into vans and brought to the local jail to serve their sentences. They were green, in rags, their hair all falling out and screaming desperately to not go to jail. 

      Saturn felt he had a good enough understanding of Trans Loser Obispo, and began picking off members of the police. He started with the ones in their homes, sniping them perfectly from miles and miles away, completely silently and in a robot body. Incriminating him, would be well past impossible, as it had been for so many eons. The town continued its pathetic life, painters painting their houses in colors, desperately attempting to e capture Saturn’s old timey beach aesthetic with shades of red, blue, green, orange, and more. Saturn moved his scope ever so slightly, dropping member after member of the police department in their homes as the sun hung high. Jonny sat next to him, licking his robot fur for no real reason and hanging out. In a mere matter of minutes, hundreds of members of the Martian police department were dropped dead in their homes and nobody in the town had a clue. 

      The sniper was a fine weapon, unloading titanium bullets with perfected aerodynamics propelled by laser blasts, completely silently. The reload time was nonexistent, it was capable of rapid fire and automatic fire, and the bullets self - actualized in the chamber as he shot. Saturn took a moment to himself. All the members of the police who were at home were totally dead, their large, sad Martian heads splattered against the walls like popped sacks of sludge. Saturn pressed another button on his wrist, exposing his solar panel back, to charge up his batteries a bit and get high off the energy. He enjoyed the highs of being a lifeless, soulless robot, and the joy of taking so many creatures lives so effortlessly, and so unseen. “I think that is enough for today, Jonny. Let’s go home and come back tomorrow to have some real fun.” said Saturn - Bot. Jonny nodded his head, they pressed a small green button on their left wrists, and their robot bodies and sniper rifle dissipated in a flash. From the town, a shriek of horror from one of the lead police officers, Tavian Anaya was heard as he walked into his home to find his lover, Brandy Brace murdered in cold blood. His green sludge brains were splattered on their crab infested spring mattress, and Tavian shit himself in horror, having no clue what could have possibly happened or who could have done this. He desperately reached for the phone and called the Sheriff King George to let him know. 

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      Only ten minutes later, Saturn and Jonny were back in the white room in their normal bodies. There was nothing to do, and they walked up the cellar stairs to make breakfast. Jonny came with his master to the kitchen, and Saturn began to work on making pancakes for him and the princess, Jonny going to have more of the goose organs, bones, and meat from his large bowl from last night. He took his fill and took a cat nap on the large sofa, as the television played shark television on its high definition analog screen, showing sharks attacking and murdering humans in vicious attacks. Saturn enjoyed the show as he mixed hand made wheat flour, eggs, and milk into a large wooden bowl to make breakfast for him and Princess. He put the pancakes on the stove and the beautiful smell began to emanate throughout the palace, as he got butter and maple syrup from his fridge. The Princess was doused from her sleep, still in her pink dress, feeling in a different mood for today, and decided to change. Still in her bare feet, she chose a light turquoise green mini skirt and a small, white cotton shirt from her closet before going to see what happened to her lover. She walked over to the kitchen and found him in the process of making pancakes. “Where’d you go?” her eyes seemed to say, but she kept it to herself as she surprised him from behind, caressing his back and looking at his pancakes. “Smells good.'' she said. “Thank you” he responded as he caressed her hair back. She sat down in silence, watching the shark television, horrified but entertained by the murderous rampages on the screen. “It’s like they're really there!” she exclaimed. “Well, these are live, from all around the universe, so they may as well be.” he said. She nodded, always accepting her ridiculous reality in stride, knowing he wasn’t kidding at all. 

      Saturn put the pancakes down on her porcelain plate, doused them in syrup and warm butter, and made his own plate too. He started to eat with a metal fork, and began to tell her about his morning. “Sorry I left. Me and Jonny were having some fun in the game room. I can explain more later. How was your sleep?” he asked the girl. The girl nodded, not interested in anything he did, and began to babble as women do as he asked her questions of her dreams, her life, her time in the palace, her opinions on things, politics, and spiritual affairs as she happily babbled on as they ate breakfast. He listened half heartedly, always saying something to show he was listening to her as she talked. She was so happy to have such a nice husband, despite taking every single thing for granted immediately - as all humans do. She was looking at her beautiful pink diamond ring with gold band, decorated in light green emeralds with two jewelry butterflies, that he had given to her in the night during his marriage proposal. After around 30 minutes of listening to her talk about herself, Saturn brought up a little information about his morning and game plans for the next couple days. She listened, begrudgingly, happy to babble on about her time in the house, experiences with the Kikensteins, political opinions and more as he had had enough. 

      “We have information on Nekesla Pidgotto, an inventor from your village. Can you tell me anything about him?” he asked the girl as he cleaned the dishes in the sink. “Nekesla? I think that was the old man. He was always feeding the pigeons bread crumbs and dropping his papers on the street. I saw him burn his house down a couple weeks ago, I heard it was one of his inventions backfiring from one of the guards.” she said with a stupid look on her face, attempting to make her lover jealous. He rolled his eyes in his head as he decided to teach his pitifully stupid wife a lesson. “I can hear every single one of your pitiful thoughts, you weak virgin. Your first task in our marriage is to accept I can speak to you this way, and grab the teacup to your right, right now.” his menacing voice proclaimed in her mind, intruding itself into her brain. She looked at the cup, and back at him, as his eyes seemed to ask her what? “It’ll be awhile before you are respectable enough to do that, human girl. In any case, he ran away from the village a couple weeks ago and apparently the ruler of Mars, Steelon Tusk is out to get him. He has forces of police coming from Mars coming in swathes to seek him out and take him to jail for the rest of his life, for running away from the village. Me and Jonny went over earlier today to have fun as robots and took out a lot of the police force. Tonight, we’re going to visit him and get to know this inventor. You’ll be coming, darling.” he finished. She nodded her head, happy to be told what to do as he simply walked away and dragged her along with him to his game room. Through the palace they went, happily satiated and silent, married and in some ridiculous life together, possibly forever. 

     Down into the cellar she went, as Saturn helped the young girl watch her step. She took in the musty room as she went down the steps, as Crystal, Violet, and Forest scurried into the cellar to join them. As they walked, Saturn said “We’re going to be playing a game of stab the police to begin your video game training.” As always, the Princess just kind of went along with the ride. “We’re going into one of the smaller towns police headquarters, starting in a storage closet, and your mission is to stab even one of the police to death for me. Can you do that?” he asked, as they arrived in the little white room. “I guess? Sounds kind of fun, is it safe?” she asked. “Of course. We will be in robots. I designed one for you last night, a beautiful doll with pink synthetic hair. You’ll have a 15 inch combat knife attached to your left hip, and not much else. I will have the same and the cats will be helping us out.” he said as he gestured towards the three girl cats, ready to go on their mission. They were meowing and nuzzling up to his leg as he got the slow girl ready to go. “After I press these buttons, we will be in a storage closet, and I will explain to you the situation more. There’s only 10 members of the police at this station, a small town called Treed, on Mars. It’s one of the more terraformed areas with a decent amount of trees and wildlife, a mistake made by the Martians. They are green aliens, like scum sacks, but they are very similar to the humans from your village. On my lead, we will walk silently and I will assassinate the first two members of the police outside the closet by myself. One of them is alone, in a room, taking a nap from his work of running paperwork on the arrests from the last week. That’s your target. I’ll tell you more in a minute. Ready?” he finished. “I guess?” she said. He pressed the buttons on the control board of the room, and they vanished into a little storage closet with the three robot cats, stuck in a small space. 

     Saturn - Bot  silently opened the door to the closet, telling the princess to stay behind. He crouched in his robot body and swiftly stabbed one of the police officers in his desk, in the back, as the other was in the restroom. The policeman dropped dead, was bleeding on the floor, and Saturn hid his body under the desk, as his cat ears whirred to the location of the next police officer. He stalked into the bathroom as the cats ran away from the closet, PRINCESS - BOT watching in fear, admiring her new titanium body and beautiful pink hair. Saturn sneaked into the bathroom, crouched so as to not be seen in the mirror as the Policeman took a piss, and slit his throat from behind. 2 down of the 10 in the station. They now had some time. 5 of the police officers were on patrol, and they had this room to themselves. The policeman he had described was in the office, fast asleep as a large box of donuts sat on his desk, dirtying his paperwork. He went to the girl in the closet. “Okay, your turn. Take your knife from your pocket. There’s nothing this guy can do - we’re made of metal. Try your best to be slick, and take him out, okay Princess?” said her metallic lover with cat ears. “Okay!” she exclaimed, much too loud, excited to stab someone. They walked over, as he guided her to the room, her metal feet making too much noise as the policeman still lay fast asleep, a green 400 pound bald sack of sludge, on Xanax and much more, keeping him an easy target. He motioned for her to go for it, encouraging his young princess to learn the ways of killing things. 

      He made her open the door herself, trying to do it as quietly as possible. It started to creak due to her lack of skill, and the policeman rustled a bit. She got scared, took her knife and ran up to him, stabbing him in the eye in a very scuffed fashion. “Ahhh!!! What the fuck!!!” He began to yell as he woke up. “Ahh!!! Die!!” she yelled as his green blood splattered all over the room. She began stabbing him over and over as he tried to reach for his gun, saying “No!!! Bad police!!! Die!!” in a fit of ecstasy from the highs of murdering someone. His body began to lose life as she stabbed him over and over, doing amazingly well on her first task. She kept stabbing him, though he was clearly dead, as his green sludge like Martian blood pooled in the room, getting all over the papers. “How fun! Can we do it again?” she asked, her titanium body and pink dress doused in the creature's blood. “No… let’s go home. The cats will take care of the rest of the police in the town. You did great, babe.” he said to her, as he pressed a button on his wrist, sending them back to the white room. She was so happy she did so well, as the robot lovers vanished from the horrifying murder scene. 

         “That was so fun! Let’s do it more! I want to do that all day!” she said as she was back in her normal body, hugging and kissing her lover back in the game room. “Thanks!!! Next time should I be more like you??? All stealthy and smooth??” she said, her inhibitions lowered from the highs of murdering someone in cold blood with no consequences at all. “Yes dear… obviously. Please try to be more stealthy next time. Not that it matters of course, it’s just more fun that way, right? Then you can kill more things… but I think you did well.” he said as they slow danced in the room. “Anyways, are you tired? We can do more stuff but I think you need a break from the murder.” he asked. “Sure! I like this. What else can we do with this thing?” she said, motioning to the computer board that had sent them to the police station on Mars. She was swaying from joy in her little light green skirt, as Saturn stood behind her. She was looking at the computer thing, pressing buttons that didn’t do anything when she touched them, as he responded. “Pretty much anything. Here, we can go to a private island on Saturn and take some photos for a couple hours to cool down, okay? There are pink skies, with wonderful rolling clouds, and a lush green sea with beautiful alien wildlife that you won’t believe. It’s called Challe Isle, I discovered it myself eons ago, an untouched wonderland. We will go and take pictures of you, okay?” he told her. “Okay! Sounds good.” she answered, her vanity stroked and calming down from the highs of murdering someone. He pressed a few buttons and they were off, in their robot bodies and exploring the isle to fill their day. 

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         Steelon sat at his giant sofa, watching the television. Somehow Nekesla had managed to get off the trail of the microscopic spy bots sent to watch him. They were getting lost in the woods, breaking, running low on battery, and Steelon wasn’t sure what to do. It seemed the inventor had gotten away - for now. But, he would pay for endangering the village and himself by running away. Steelon’s heart was set on nothing else - once captured they’d throw him in jail and force him to help in the war against Saturn, a conflict as old as time. Slave was on the phone with the Sheriff King George, in his Martian body. He was nodding his head, saying “I will deliver this message to Steelon right away. Thank you for relaying this to me, George.” in his robotic voice. “What’s that?!” let out Steelon. “Something important?” he said, a pizza crust falling from his hand back into the box. “Steelon, I am receiving news that a huge number of the members of the police force were assassinated in Trans Loser Obispo. Brandy Brace, one of the high level officers, was assassinated in his room by way of a gunshot to the head. Tavian Amaya found his corpse and let Sheriff King George know. Other Slave bots went to check out the scene, and found over 300 other lower level police officers had been shot dead in their homes, likely by way of sniper rifle based on the bullets used. I do not know what to make of this information.” he said in his robot voice. 

          “Brandy Brace? What in the hell? Who could possibly have anything against Brandy? He was such a good guy.” Steelon said as he began to cry. “Wait, what? What the hell is that? What do we do about this?” he asked Slave, crying and reaching for a bottle of Xanax, popping the pills to help with the pain of losing one of his top force members. “I do not know, sir. This is all the information I have processed. Apparently the news is still only in Trans Loser Obispo. We still have around 220 policemen running that town. I can send over more from Los Transgeles, they have 5,000 members and guys to spare. I can also let the other cities of Mars know to enter lockdown to defend ourselves from this terrorist threat.” finished Slave, providing his input. “Are you.. insane! We can’t let this get out, Slave! Damn stupid robot! Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is? Do not tell anyone else! Tell the members of Trans Loser Obispo to do their damn jobs and stay alert! It sounds like they got scared before finishing off the job… haha! Maybe… Nekesla? What do you think he’s up to?” he said, with tears in his putrid eyes. “I do not know, sir. Nekesla has been out of range of our spy bots for a couple weeks now. We know not of his location or actions.” answered Slave. “Well, keep this under wraps! We can get Trans Loser Obispo more assault weapons to defend themselves, they’ll be fine. Only 300 or so… see? This opponent can’t do anything!!” the ruler of Mars stupidly said. Slave died a little on the inside, truthfully unaware of Saturn’s part in this, but unconcerned for the Martians. He had seen enough of them. “Anyways. Send 50 guys back to earth to search for Nekesla. He couldn’t have gotten too far. They’ll need their human bodies - send them to the lab. This is what really matters, Slave! Can’t you learn? Kikenstein is finished - they need to go into the woods, seas, and ground to find our enemy!! Nekesla!!! Haha!!” Steelon croaked as he finished his last slice of pizza. “A pint or 5 of ice cream for me, Slave, to reward my incredible ingenuity! Nekesla could only get 300?? We have millions, and millions of members of the police on Mars!!! He will never stand a chance!! Haha!!” Steelon finished, his voice fired from all the talking. Slave went off to get 5 different flavors of ice cream. 

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          Saturn - Bot’s analog camera setup was on his back, complete with various lenses and camera bodies to photograph the Challe Isle with Princess - Bot, and her pink hair and pink dress, free from Martian blood. He was getting his 35mm lens ready to take photos of her, along with his own personally invented form of analog film photography. He loaded his film into both his camera bodies, one for photographing the girl and landscape, the other for photographing animals, birds, and faraway things with a 500mm lens. Princess was holding a small mirror up, wondering if she should do her robot makeup. Her body was smooth and titanium, not a blemish to be seen on her robot face. She put her fingers through her pink synthetic hair, finding it to be incredibly set in place in her titanium skull. Her eyes were purple now, and she approved. She stood around, as Saturn finished up getting the cameras ready, admiring her beautiful, statuesque robot face and slender, beautiful body. She was in a trance, admiring her own beauty, as Saturn began to photograph birds in the distance. 

          These birds were surprisingly earth like, but huge. They flew by, in lush green forest foliage, by the shores of the beach. Beautiful, lush, neon bright flowers were all over the place, in the trees and on the ground, along with alien fruits she had never ever seen before. They looked delicious, and the whole place smelled amazing. The sea was a nice, clean, turquoise green, and pink dolphins could be seen in packs jumping out of the water. She was somewhat watching them, as Saturn’s attention was on some giant, red, fire breathing space bird in the distance. His 500mm lens could change into anything using the dial, and he zoomed and unzoomed the camera as he tracked this Phoenix with his hands. Every once in a while , she could hear the film roll move and the camera shoot, but she had no idea what he was looking at. The Phoenix, properly named, was a giant 700 pound bird that was a rarity on Saturn, who existed in great numbers on the uninhabited Challe Isle. They were still very rare to see, and very rarely nice to foreigners, but Saturn was a beloved friend coming to visit with his new wife. The Phoenix posed by a flowing stream, with its head held high, and Saturn snapped a perfect shot before putting his camera down and back into the bag, ready to photograph his Princess. 

      He took her by the hand and led her to the stream by where the Phoenix had been. He had mastered the art of photography along with countless amounts of art forms throughout his long, long life and they were ready to have a nice day. She was enjoying her new robot body, feeling invincible and beautiful, energized and high from the solar panels on her back, along with a lot of other high level technology to keep her charged. They went about their day, exploring the aisle, doing various things, taking photos, and being a couple (in robot bodies).

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          “Damnit! Again! With this shit!!” Nekesla gasped in frustration. The Starlink setup was functioning with age old satellites and a VPN to Mars, and he was connected to the internet. The computers webcam and microphones had stopped working, in a stroke of luck, and Steelon still wasn’t on his trail. He didn’t know this, or who Steelon was at all, or of anything to do with the Martians - but Saturn and Metrishla (the pigeon) had his back in more ways than he realized. The video game Super Mario Brothers played on the screen, and his character had died to a goomba once again. “This is… impossible! But the music! The colors! It’s incredible! Thank you, Metrishla! You have done it again.” he let out in his eccentric tone. His character fell on one of the Goombas from a green pipe, and the monster was smashed! “Hmm!!! It seems you are to stomp on these monsters to take them out!! Ah, if only Trisha was around, I would show her this! A marvel, these roaming monsters in this computer device you’ve shown me. What a technological marvel!” he ranted. His pigeon enjoyed his rants, and watched as he played Mario, the thought of cheating at the game not entering his innocent mind. “So much left to learn, in this computer world! It’s… right arrow is… to the right… it seems… yes..” he muttered to himself as his character moved on the screen. 

Chapter 11 : SATURN OS 

          Saturn tucked his princess into her sheets, the young girl exhausted from her long, exciting day. She was fast asleep, back in her human body, and immediately entered a deep cycle of REM sleep after a long day of playing games. Her robot body was always in the computer cloud, ready to be brought into existence anywhere in the universe.. He was a restless deity, if he was not asleep, he was up to something. It was time, to take measures to finish Steelon and the Martians and bring our story to a close. Jonny the cat was waiting outside, as he gently closed the door to the Princess’ room. His cat nuzzled his ankles, affectionately ready for their plan. They walked up, to the top of the palace, at the dome, in Jonny’s great room. In the great room with the crimson velvet walls, a computer was in the corner of the room, ready to be booted up. Saturn turned on the power, and the screen showed SATURN - OS, his own operating system. It was on in only a second, and the deity’s fingers began to click like a demon as he intently focused on the computer screen. Jonny the cat sat in his lap, as he hacked into the Slave cloud on mars, hacking into the mainframe of the entire network of AI robots on mars. He coded the proper lines, as simple as “IF POLICE / KILL WITH ASSAULT RIFLE TO HEAD.” into the coding and sent the line through the computer, into Slave’s programming. 

          Steelon sat in his room, his eyes failing him, confused and unaware of the whereabouts of Slave. The statue of Saturn hung ominously in the corner. He didn’t care much, as his hands muddled for more food. He couldn’t find any, and he just lay there pitifully, desperately searching for more food to eat. Slave, and his millions of identical robot clones all across Mars has gone completely haywire, and every single member of the police force, which was also Mars’ army, was dead in a second, less than a second. Steelon had no way to receive news of this. 

          Saturn and Jonny beckoned to the skies, in the garden of the White Palace of Timeria, and the dragon Red flew in from the skies. He traveled quickly and was before them in a moment, weighing countless tons, a massive beast, ready to transport the two to Mars. They hopped on together, the cat and the deity, and in only a moment they were off, flying through outer space itself. Red was, of course, protected and oxygenated using extremely high level technology as he traveled through space at faster than the speed of light, entering a wormhole like space and breaking the atmosphere mars in only a moment. They began flying over the ruined towns and cities, the dragon breathing blood red fire over the ruined towns, Slave bots bringing the women Martian folk to safety away from the towns, in robot made barracks, as Red destroyed the cities and lit them ablaze, the surviving men being burned alive. Saturn detested men, for personal reasons, none of them being jealousy. They flew, from town to town, city to city, destroying them and getting nature ready to take over, burning the men alive and saving the women. As always, one of Saturn’s many eternal sons or a few of them could easily take care of them, and they were already on their way, as Perseus Shadieu had for Trisha the librarian, in an undescribed event.

          The cities were done and the planet was ablaze, and Saturn was ready to take out Steelon. He beckoned for Red to fly to the top of Olympus Mons, and they would be there in a moment. He reached to his hip, bringing out a concealed pistol he always had, with 45 caliber rounds and a revolver mechanism. Red flew by the top, at Steelon’s headquarters, and Jonny and Saturn leaped from his side. The dragon flew down, and rested at the steps to the top of Olympus Mons. Saturn and Jonny fell from hundreds of feet in the air, and landed on their feet, as cats always do, and walked stealthily into Steelon’s chambers. Saturn walked through the door, just a bit, pointed his pistol at Steelon’s head and pulled the trigger. Headshot. Splat. Done. 

        Just to be cool, Saturn liked to only keep 6 .45 caliber bullets in this gun. Steelon’s splattered brains hung on his sofa, along with the emptied disgusting trays of food, his corpse letting out bombastic diarrhea as the life totally left his body. Taking aim at the wires to the stalking television screen Steelon spent his days behind, Saturn shot another bullet and the television screens all turned off, as the bullet severed the wire. He picked up his cat, stroking it by the scruff, and walked out to go to his dragon. Red was waiting 300 meters away, they mounted and flew above the headquarters. Hovering for a moment, Saturn took the ace of spaces out of his pocket, and slammed it into the headquarters, causing a massive explosion that sent the entire building crumbling into pieces. He admired his handiwork for a moment, his cat in his hand, on his dragon’s back, and headed back to the palace. 

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          Saturn and Jonny walked in, Red flying away when he dropped them off back at the palace. They walked up the palace steps, and entered. Jonny went off to hang out with his cat wives and have fun in the gardens, as Princess stood by her door, waiting for Saturn to come back, not sure where he went. He went not to her, but to a great, 22 foot long piano at the center of the great hall. He shouted, “Can I sing you a song? I wrote it a long time ago. Maybe you’ll like it.” with his sinister grin. She nodded her head, and he began to play. He pounded the keys and beautiful chords began to resonate out of the piano, the Great Hall’s amazing acoustics amplifying the sound and providing a beautiful reverb. She had never heard this song, but it was like she had heard it a million times before. She watched as her love started to sing, over the booming piano chords. 

“Pink roses bloom, in the thick of spring.

Childhood memories are precious things. 

This is a story, meant for song

Written in a lifetime, so far gone! 

I’ll transform under the moonlight, 

and I’ll sing a song to the night! 

They say, this tale, is as old as time 

But they’ll never tell you, the reason or rhyme! 

Beauty and the beast. 

What do you want from me? 

A drop of blood, or my endless love. 

Eternal devotion, or unbridled lust? “

         She watched as her lover sang, entranced and blissfully unaware of any of the events. She had not a care in the world - the song was beautiful and she felt happy, safe, and madly in love. 

CAT STORY 2023 

JONNY LUCIFER SHADIEU 

shadieu.com 

Enter the shadow realm.. >:3