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SURVIVORS

MAIN POV

Elliot landed against the couch as the round finally ended. He felt like they were out there for hours less than minutes, he was tired but of course did his usual headcount.

Clockwork, Shedletsky and Builderman were, of course, talking, with Shedletsky boasting about his missed slashes and Builderman talking about the destroyed sentries, neither of the two really interested in the others topic. Clockwork was listening to both, giving occasional nods of agreement or sometimes his own input.

Dusekkar and Taph were peacefully talking near the stairs, with Taph speaking in their sign language whilst Dusekkar nodded and gave a reply when he could.

Two time, Noob and Guest 1337 were patching up whatever wounds the Spectre didnt heal from the round, like small scratches or cuts from the killer before.

007n7…nowhere to be seen. It’s not that Elliot cared.

And just when Elliot was looking for Chance, he felt hands on his shoulders that tried to scare him. “BOO!” Chance shouted, shaking Elliot slightly just to jostle him. Elliot, in response, shoved Chance back with a scoff. “You didn’t scare me, and im not even gonna say nice try.” He huffed, staring down Chance with his usual scowl.

“Ey..c’mon, Ellie! You’re always down like this after rounds!” Chance grinned, knowing Elliot never liked it when he used nicknames. “Chance. I’ve already told you not to call me Ellie. Quit it.” Elliot growled, ready to come up with another remark before he felt time.. pause.

Pink smoke filled the room in a sudden explosion, causing Elliot to close his eyes and cough. Once he reopened his eyes, he expected to see chance, hunched over and coughing alongside him, but all he saw was..a cat? A cat with a fedora? He raised a brow, looking down and noticing he was much, much smaller than he was before. He had little paws, a tail was thrashing behind him, he tried to stand but only fall over.

“What- the FUCK!” Elliot meowed, scrambling back and taking another look around. Everyone was..a cat. He was, chance was, shedletsky was— everyone was. He could hear confused meows coming from everyone, especially Noob whos fur was spiked up and his tail was tucked between his legs.

“What- what’s happening-!?” Noob exclaimed, staring down at his now pawed hands, ears pinned back against his head. Guest 1337 tried to calm Noob, reassuring him that everything was fine as Two time glanced around the room with renewed interest. “It seems the spawn has gifted us with a challenge!” Two time happily spoke, tail happily swaying behind them.

“Two time- no, please no spawn stuff right now.” Elliot begged, trying to balance his stance as to walk and try and find what was wrong with everything.

Shedletsky and Builderman stared at eachother, both equally confused. “Shed—“ “DONT say it.” Shedletsky cut off, his own tail thrashing behind him as he took a look at Builderman. “Builder..you’re a little short…” Shedletsky mentioned, earning a scowl from Builderman. “Thanks for statin’ the obvious, Shed.” Builderman sarcastically spoke, taking his own glance around the room. “‘Spectre must’ve done this,” Builderman spoke to everyone, waddling his way over to the main group with his stubby legs.

Everyone looked at eachother, size differences, fur differences, everything was weird. Though, everyone started to notice that someone was missing. “Wheres double o seven?” Chance mewed, sitting up straight and staring around the group. “Nobody knows, haven’t seen him since he died last round.” Clockwork spoke up, sitting besides the other admins.

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007n7’s POV

Upstairs in his bedroom. 007n7 laid down in his bed, hand over his head as he grunted. He had died first that round due to getting caught in entanglement and stabbed by 1x1x1x1, he didn’t want to go downstairs as to not face any embarrassment from the other survivors, knowing Elliot usually glared at him if he did bad after rounds. It wasn’t healthy for his heart, not at all. 

But at the same time, he was confused at the sounds he was hearing from downstairs, the walls were quite thin and he could easily hear..meowing? He sat up, slipping on his socks and walking down stairs in his pajamas as he usually did.

He expected to see his teammates, he expected to see them either talking a bit too loud or doing some type of activity together as they usually did.

Instead, he saw..cats. A bunch of them.

007n7 raised a brow and flinched when all the cats instantly looked at him, starting to meow as they stared, causing him to get a little nervous. He stepped around the cats, trying his hardest not to step on them when they were at his feet. “Sorry, kitties..I’m trying to find my companions..” He spoke out, knowing well that the felines below wouldnt at all give a reply aside from meows and other sounds.

He made his way to the kitchen, searching around the area for any signs of life aside from the furry mess happening in the main area. Unfortunately, he found none at all. No trace of them leaving either. “Maybe they went to another round.” He spoke to himself, sauntering over to the couch to sit down with a deep sigh. He was still confused as to why there would be cats instead of his fellow survivors..yet, in a way, he did not mind the new company.

When he sat down, the felines below started to gather near him. Some jumped onto the couch besides him whilst others sat on the floor. A small yellow one with a blue scarf sat farther from him, it seemed skittish and shy. It reminded him of someone..oddly. A few other cats struggled to get on the couch, some neow at him which make him even more confused. He stared down at a lanky tan and yellow cat that wore some red visor on its head. “I never owned cats before..I don’t know what you guys need…” He muttered, reaching down and picking the cat up into his arms, starting to stroke under the felines chin with a soft expression on his face. “This is how you do it, right?” He spoke to himself, sitting back down on the couch whilst still petting the feline.

He noticed the feline close its eyes and lean into his touch, lifting its head up to be scratched under its head more. 007n7 smiled, gladly using his fingers to scratch under the cats chin. “Cute..” He grinned, using his other hand to stroke down the cats back.

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CATS POV

The other cats watch in shock as Elliot, someone who absolutely despises 007n7, get pet by the same guy. Taph and Dusekkar stare at eachother in confusion, not quite piping in to say anything as to not make things worse.

Meanwhile, Chance is having a field day with this, laughing his head off at Elliot being struck down to a mere kitty in 007n7s lap. Builderman, Shedletsky, and Clockwork just watch in their own confusion, Builderman not being amused at all and staring with his usual unimpressed expression. Elliot could hear Chance giggling and laughing, making his tail thrash and his face slightly burn red from being embarrassed. “Chance this is not something for you to laugh at.” Elliot hissed, too busy being comfortable to turn and give Chance a scowl.

“Hah!! I cannot believe you, Ellie!! I thought you hated that guy!” Chance exclaimed, covering his mouth as he laughed his ass off. “I DO! THIS DOESNT MEAN ANYTHING!!” Elliot hissed again, knowing to give Chance full hell later once all this wears off.

“It seems our dear friend Elliot has been blessed with scratched and pets,” Two time mewed, laying down on the couch like a cat would, already seeming used to their new body by the way they laid.

Guest and Noob look at eachother, shrugging as they continued to watch everything happen.

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KILLER CABIN

MAIN POV

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1x let’s out a growl of rage as their dual daemonshanks slash the floor to let out their anger. They huff, sheathing their swords around their waist and running a hand through their white hair. They hated losing rounds. Hate was their thing, and they always had it.

They didn’t want to turn around and see the smug expression of MrDoombringer sitting on the couch, always ready to start arguing with them whenever they lost. 1x made their way to the couch, falling against it with a grumble. They could practically feel Doombringer staring at them, making their expression harden. “Speak ill of me, I dare you.” 1x growled, finally taking a look at the man besides him.

John Doe was standing in a corner, not quite listening into the conversation as he was spaced out. John Doe never was in the right mind truly, always either in a bloodlust mood or just..dormant.

“What? I ain’t do anything!” MrDoombringer chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning against the couch with his usual smirk. “I was just gonna say..you’re slacking..” He added, watching 1xs face burn up from anger. “You have no right to judge me!” 1x snarled, restraining from reaching forward just to choke the guy out. But, they knew Doombringa would only come back just because The Spectre was that much of a bitch.

Jason watched from a seperate chair, more of a stool as he cleaned blood and rust from his machete. He watched, ready to jump in between the two of they started to get physical, as they always did. He was always the quietest one, alongside the most well behaved for a killer. He knew to not waste his energy on arguments and fights.

Doom smiled at 1xs rage, getting ready to come up with another snarky remark before he felt time..stop.

Pink smoke filled the room, in a sudden haze of panic, Doombringer tried to stand just to fall to the floor with a thud that was softer than it should be. Once the smoke cleared, he looked down to see..paws..? Little fluffy paws came over his hands, he also realized he was smaller, he looked up at the couch and it seemed like it was a rough climb to get up.

On the couch, he could also see a black cat with green ears staring down at him in return, he was about to laugh but the other beat him to it. 1x let out a deep chuckle, staring at Doombringer form with a grin on his face. “Aww..look at you! You’re so small and stubby!” 1x teased, earning a hiss from Doombringer. “Well, I ain’t the only one whos a furry little thing ain’t I?” Doombringer tried to make a mean reply back but was far too embarrassed to do so.

Meanwhile, John Doe was staring down at his form in confusion, not saying anything but staring at his unsheathed claws. Jason on the other hand was much more calm, staring around his own form in silence before staring at his reflection through his cleaned machete. 

All of the felines attention turns to the cabin door as it opens.

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C00lKIDDS POV

C00lkidd was happily skipping towards the main cabin, a basket of trinkets in hand as he did so. He hummed a little tune as he skipped, happy to show off all of the shiny and nice trinkets he had found around the area! He loved showing his things off, especially to John Doe who always stared at the shiny ones with renewed interest.

Once C00lkidd gets to the door, he barged in with a big grin on his face, ready to see his usual group lounging around. “GUYS GUYS!! LOOK WHAT I..got..?” Instead of seeing his group, he saw..cats..? They were all different in sizes and looks, making him heavily confused. “Hey..where is everyone!!” He whined, going over to the couch just to be jumpscared by loud meowing and hissing.

A black cat with some green oarts starts jumping around and yowling loudly, making C00lkidd wince with a huff. “Why are you kitties here!!” He exclaims, covering his ears as the black and green cat starts meowing and hissing louder. “MREOOW!!!” The cat mewed, hurting C00lkidds ears from how loud it was.

“Stupid cat!” He grumbled, picking up the green and black cat and attempting to shove it outside. The cat notices and starts to squirm and scratch at the hair, making C00lkidd hold the cat farther away as to not get scratched. Once he got to the door, he sat the cat outside and quickly shut it back, earning muffled meows and scratching sounds from outside the door.

C00lkidd sighs, starting to look around the cabin for any place the others may be. They couldn’t be in their rooms! They always hang out in the main area after rounds and only go to their rooms when they sleep!! “Where are theyyy!!!” C00lkidd whined, sitting down on the couch with another whine. C00lkidd notices a black and yellow cat still staring off into space, making him huff. “Weird cat..” He spoke to himself, rolling onto his back and staring at the black cat next to a machete.

He was sad. He hated being by himself, alone in such a big place with no idea where anyone was. Atleast he had cats..but they didn’t talk to him, they didn’t stare at his trinkets like John Doe or Jason did..He stared down at a small stubby cat staring up at him, it was wearing some bucket hat with made him giggle a little. “You wear a little hat like Mr Doombringa!!” He chuckled, picking up the cat and starting to pet it happily. “I wonder why you wear a bucket hat like he does..” He hummed, kicking his feet off the side of the couch as he pet the cat.

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SURVIVOR CABIN

007n7s POV

007n7 finally stops petting the yellow cat, placing it back onto the couch with a sigh. Where were the others..? He questioned to himself, staring around all the cats with no idea where they even came from. He noticed all the cats were staring up at him, making him a little nervous due to all the looks. He didn’t know how to take care of cats! He never owned one in his life, let alone 10 of them!

He leaned against the couch with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in a stressed manner. How would he manage? He was afraid of being teleported to a round with only cats to save him. He didn’t even know if this was happening to the killers as well! 

He needs to figure something out..

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CAT POV

“How do we tell him it’s us? He obviously doesn’t think we’re anything but cats.” Guest 1337 meowed up, still sitting on the arm of the couch and watching 007n7, trying to think of a way to talk to the guy. His suggestion earns a few looks from the others, finding agreement in them. “We have to find a way,” Shedletsky starts, his tail curling around his feet. “It’s already seen by Elliot’s attempt that he doesn’t understand us.” He finished, earning a worried sigh from Noob. “But how? We have nothing!!” Noob worriedly mewed, tucking his tail between his legs in a shy manner as he sat farther from everyone else.

“I’ll try.” Shedletsky meowed, walking up to the couch and attempting to jump onto it, ultimately failing due to not being used to being a cat. He huffed, trying again and earning a confused stare from 007n7. “Oh..do you need help?” 007n7 asked, picking the feline up by its upper body, causing Shedletsky to meow in a startled manner. 007n7 takes a moment to truly stare the cat down, taking it all of its features with a raised brow.

“Plump kitty..” 007n7 mumbled.

Chance couldnt handle it, he burst out laughing, basically crying his laughter at this point as Builderman tried to stifle a chuckle. Two time covered their mouth with a paw, giggling into the fluffy limb. Meanwhile, Noob, Guest, and Dusekkar stare confusedly at the group, not finding it as funny as they did. Clockwork also started to giggle, sitting next to Builderman as he did so.

Shedletsky was shocked, staring off in embarrassment at what he just heard. “He- he called you plump!” Chance purred, out of breath from all the laughing he had done.

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KILLERS POV

“YOU CURSED RAT! LET ME BACK INSIDE OR FACE MY WRATH!” 1x hissed from outside the door, scratching under it in an attempt to break it down. Unlike their true form, they were not strong enough to break down a door like they would be.

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OFFICIAL DESIGNS (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

.・DESIGNS BY PEPPERMINTFUL/DOOM

⟡ [CLOCKWORK + TAPH ]

⟡ [SHEDLETSKY + 1x1x1x1 ]

⟡ [TWOTIME + AZUREWRATH ]

⟡ [ELLIOT + CHANCE ]

.・DESIGNS BY RATTHEWCOMET/RATT 

⟡ [DUSEKKAR + JASON ]

⟡ [BUILDERMAN + GUEST 1337 ]

⟡ [DOOMBRINGER + GUEST 666 ]

⟡ [NOOB + JOHN DOE ]

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⟡ [BONUS ART ] ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)