You're at home now. You're in your room. Linda's sleeping in her room. Ronnie and the others are at their places. You're sitting back on your bed, looking at a magazine and listening to Shakin' All Over by The Guess Who.
You've got a joint in your hand. You're smoking up some weed your brother Randy left for you before he was drafted. You put the magazine down and you lay back as you enjoy your weed. You sigh and you smile saying, "My brother left some good stuff. I do hope he makes it back home alright." You take a hit.
Right outside your window stands a familiar tall figure. It's the same cat guy from the studio. He managed to get out and find your location. He knew you had to come right from Dover since it wasn't too far from the studio. He was wandering around to look for your house and much to his joy, he found your place. He saw a light on and went to the window to find you.
He sees you laying back and smoking the joint. He sighs and smiles whispering, "If only you were mine. I'll find out your name really soon, my beauty.~" He keeps watching you. You sit up and you finish the joint. You put the remains in your little tray you have on your nightstand.
The cat being watches as you stand on your knees on the bed and you pull your night shirt up a bit. His eyes widen and he looks right at you. You look at your stomach and you say, "I wonder if I need to lose some weight."
He hears this and whispers, "No. You don't, my sweet. You're perfect. Everything about you is. You're the most beautiful thing in the world... I'll be back for you. You'll be mine eventually.~" He moves away, but still stays.
You sit up and you look towards your window. You say, "Was someone out there just now? I heard something." You get up from your bed and you walk to your window. You look out and you look around for anything in sight. You sigh and you say, "Maybe I'm just paranoid."
You move from the window and you walk to your radio. You get another song. The song White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane is playing. You hum to it as it plays and you say, "If I'm seeing and hearing shit, I should probably lay off the weed."
You plop down on your bed. You sigh and you say, I swear that Cartoon Cat is real. In the flesh. Probably possessed by a psychopath. Wouldn't doubt it." The same tall black cat is looking in. He heard you and he says, "Beautiful and clever. You may be onto me... But I'll spare you your life. Goodnight to you, cutie.~" He takes off.
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The next day, you're off work. You and Linda both are. You're watching TV in the living room. The show I Dream of Jeannie is on. One of your favorite shows of all time. You and Linda both loved it. It's the episode Always on Sunday. You're both laughing.
You look at Linda and you say, "Hey, Linda." She looks at you and says, "Yeah, (Y/N)?" You say, "Are you really considering us going back to that studio?" She says, "I mean, why not? Nothing bad happened to us, right?" You say, "I just... I heard things while I was in the bathroom. I saw a white gloved hand in the doorway, through the bathroom mirror. But when I looked back, they were gone."

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His Mouse (Cartoon Cat x Reader)
FanfictionNot a literal mouse. Just someone he's after... It's the late 1960s. You're a young woman who goes to an abandoned cartoon studio with a few of your friends. You've discovered that the place had some dark history behind it taken back 30 plus years...