An Idea That Could Be Funny

Fitting. Very fitting. The boy awakens at his desk, grunting softly as he fumbles for gear's phone. A gentle crank emits from his chest. Living as a product of dumb bullshit does lovely things to your body. Say, being modified by your whackjob family.

Your name is REED ATKINS. You're 19 years old, and for 8 of said years, you've been hastily avoiding your former guardian. Delusions, the police said, of a world ending catastrophe. Still not an excuse for the metal cogs that operate your heart in the aftermath.

With your phone buzzing at your desk... you could just ignore it. You've had a few back to back all nighter shifts. You're only playing this damn game because FW invited you. It's probably just NP, buzzing about again about how to fix the launcher.

Fuck it. Why not. Oh... it's... JB. That's far better than that twitchy little shit. Anyways, might as well see what's up.

JB: Hi reed!!!

QG: What is it, Blair? Are we getting into the game yet?

JB: Nooooo, still waiting for GV to get stuff ready and JE too.

JB: FW is ready tho!!! As are OZ and NP :PPP

QG: Yeah because NP’s always ready for everything.

QG: Wish he’d prepare how to have a normal convo tho

JB: Leave the guy alone, he’s a silly little guuuuuy

QG: I refuse <3 te hee

JB: I can smell the sarcasm oozing through the screen if you wanna be cute about it AT LEAST throw in a :3

QG: Gonna stop my heart if I ever do that it’s a built in shut down code.

JB: You’re not a terminator just because you have a wonky heart

QG: Fuck you having “cyborg” on my Tinder profile rakes in the bitches

JB: Okay okayyyy

JB: Anyways I wanted to check up on you and also remind youuuu

JB: It’s Virginia’s birthday today so I hope you mailed it the present in time!!!

QG: I did, what to you think I am, a moron?

QG: Don’t answer that.

JB: Aw boo, I had it all typed up, too.

QG: How is Virginia anyway

JB: It’s doing good!!! They seem excited about the game! I can’t wait to play with you guys its gonna be so much fun

QG: Okay ray of sunshine dial it back a bit.

JB: OH!!!! Have any of us texting JE yet???

QG: Idk dude

JB: Shitballs could you do that???

QG: Sure. One sec.



But should you really be texting your ex...?

Why would you want to want to look back on memories that cause you pain. No, JB can do that shit. You notify her as such.

Back to the launch window you go.

As JB handles JE and presumeably GE, you get down to browsing the net for a little bit out of boredom. You crack open your deep web broswer (set up by OZ for you) and do some clicking around. Just what could you get up to...

Of course. You find a few albums of cats up there! Even your buddy, GV, seems to have posted on of their own cat--many people claim photoshop due to the strange lack of facial orifices and pure white coat. But hey, who really cares? It's still neat.

You are now the cat--known by your owner as Percival. You're quite the good cat. You enjoy a nice fancy feast, which you consume by unknown means as you lack a mouth. Overall? Life is good.

Being tasked by the narrator to find GV, you hop out of your silly little cat bed, and wander off to find your owner. The sound of the violin in the distance, your owners namesake, leads you toward... a closet. Their "practice room."

One again... who is this little fellow before you?