Hey y'all! Hope you liked the last update, and from now on....CHAOS REIGNS XD
So, for this one, Furb and I both wrote an update and couldn't decide which to keep, so we will be sharing both of them with you. First is Furb's.
“Woo!” Keith cheered as he opened the door to the tour bus and bounced to his seat.
“That was a great show,” George began, also coming in from outside with the rest of the guys.
“Heck yeah!” Damian agreed. “So, what do ya--” He was cut off by a screech.
George glanced around. “What was--” He paused to sneeze. “What was that?” He repeated.
“I dunno,” Keith replied as another screech pierced the air.
“Well,” Ryan said, looking out the window. “We’re on the move, so whatever it is, it’s in here.”
“I say we split up and search for clues!” Paul rubbed his hands together laughing.
“Too bad you don’t have Daphne, I mean DOMINIQUE, here to help you.”
“Drat!” Paul muttered.
“Guys,” Damian looked around anxiously, listening as the scream became more and more persistent. “I think we should seriously start looking for this thing.”
So the team split off, each taking a section of the bus.
The sound continued, muted, and echoing. Keith glanced under bunks, atop shelves, even behind the fridge. Nothing. Finally, his eyes went down to his McPhearson, standing upright against the wall.
“Nah…couldn’t be.” He scooped it up; it was definitely heavier than it should be. He heard something move.
“What the crap?” he lifted it up the ay he would to shake a pick out, and when he did-
“MRRRRRREEEEOW!!!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!”
Something small, orange, fuzzy, with jagged daggers protruding from it clung onto the side of his face, hissing and spitting.
and mine.....
“Meow!”
Danny raised his head at the sound, frowning sleep away. The bus was rolling along the highway in blissful silence now that all the men were fast asleep, but that one sound did not belong. Sitting up, he waited for it to repeat before getting out of bed.
“Meow!” It came again, an annoyed, yet pitiful, sound that sounded awfully like a—
“AAHHH!!!” he screamed as eighteen sharp claws suddenly clamped onto his foot. Visions of ghosts, clowns, monsters under the bed, wolves, and chainsaw murderers filled his mind as he jerked his foot back. On it, however, was a furry weight with glistening eyes, flashing fangs, and long, curved claws.
The lights flickered on in the bus, and immediately, the animal disappeared under his covers, curling against his stomach and purring like a tractor as thought it had not just tried to shred his foot.
“It’s a kitty cat!” Keith's shaggy head hung upside down from the bunk above. “Were you being a scaredy-cat because of the kitty cat?” he laughed, hopping down beside the boy’s bunk.
“He attacked me!” Danny protested, showing his friend the teeny-tiny pinpricks on his ankle. The blond pretended to require a magnifying glass to see them.
“What’s going on now?” Ryan grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow his head was buried under.
“There’s a kitten on the bus!” Keith squeaked excitedly. “He probably got on at the last venue. Can I pet him please? Please? Please! You have to share! Sharon says to share everything!”
“Mrrrrow?” the kitten asked, poking his head out. His eyes widened as he surveyed the grinning surfer, then he snorted and puffed up his fur, grooming the rumpled hairs on his soft belly.
“I taught I taw a putty tat!” Neil and Keith yelped in unison, flying forward at the sight. The shorter man’s foot caught on his blanket and he face-planted on the floor. With a growl, the kitten plunged into Danny’s arms, who screamed from surprise. The cat’s tail had puffed to twice its normal size, the fur fizzing out.
“I think he likes you,” Ryan chuckled, watching how the furry form clung to Danny for safety.
“Why is there a cat on the bus?” Sharon's exhausted voice sounded above them. They turned to find her watching the kitten sleepily, blinking and probably trying to figure out if that was a real feline on the bus or if she was, mercifully, simply dreaming.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t dreaming. The cat cranked up his purring machine to maximum power and yawned sweetly, then stood, stretched, and sauntered over to the producer. Before she could argue, he jumped into her arms and started rubbing his cheek against her chin and face, nipping her throat and chin lovingly and purring like a tractor.
“Yep, it’s final,” Daniel concluded happily. “We have a Thunder Kitty!”
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Enjoy!