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I know, No Goggles Mark's my fav variant guys... I might have written too much for him (No Goggles Mark fans getting fed tonight)

Genre: Romantic relationship headcanons (x gn! reader) 💕, SFW 🌿

Warnings: Graphical depictions of violence, blood, Reader's death (in some of them), somehow angsty (?), abduction, Main Mark has a crush on Reader but they're not together, different variants love Reader and some of them had a relationship with them in their dimensions, Reader doesn't have powers in the main timeline, Reader doesn’t know about Mark's secret identity, second person pov

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(Variants featured in this post: Full Mask Mark, Maskless Mark, Viltrumite Mark, Shiesty Mark, No Goggles Mark)

What would happen if the variants came to the main timeline to take Reader with them, but Main Mark tried to stop them, ending up seriously injuring or even killing Reader during their fight? (part 2)

Full Mask Mark

Full Mask Mark had two goals: find you, find Debbie, and bring you both back home with him. Angstrom had been clear: if he wanted his reward, he first needed to carry out his part of the plan. But the temptation of seeing you again after so long was too strong to resist.

After destroying several cities, he quickly headed to your home, anxious to finally see you again, to touch you, to kiss you.

Would you accept him? He knew he wasn’t a good person... not after all the death he had caused. He feared you would reject him, just as he feared his mother might have refused to follow him because she preferred this dimension’s Mark over him.

He stopped outside your apartment, keeping far enough from the window to avoid being noticed, but close enough to watch you lying on your bed, listening to music with your headphones, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding outside.

Should he approach you now? Should he try to talk to you? Or should he first finish Angstrom’s mission and only later come to get you?

He couldn’t risk losing you if the other variants destroyed this area without knowing you were here. He would never forgive himself if one of his “colleagues” accidentally wiped you out. So, he had to act now.

But Mark wasn’t going to let that happen. The Invincible of this world appeared suddenly and wasted no time in attacking him. It didn’t matter that Full Mask Mark hadn’t harmed you yet, just the fact that he was spying on you through the window was enough to raise suspicions.

Full Mask Mark was caught off guard. For most of the fight, Mark had the upper hand, smashing him into multiple buildings. The noise of their battle caught your attention. You removed your headphones, confused, and walked to the window to see what was happening.

From your perspective, Mark was fighting another superhero. The costume resembled Invincible’s, but the mask was completely different… was this another hero? A villain, maybe?

When Full Mask Mark noticed you at the window, he refused to appear weak in front of you. He pushed himself up and, in an instant, landed a hit that sent Mark flying skyward, giving him precious seconds to rush to you.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, though despite his strength he did it gently, then quickly lifted you into his arms and took off into the sky. He had to leave before Mark returned. He wanted desperately to explain everything, but there was no time.

You bombarded him with questions, screaming in fear. You had no idea who he was, and all you knew was that he was abducting you. You struggled, making it harder for him to keep balance while flying.

You threw him off balance repeatedly, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t want to scare you. What he didn’t realize was that his silence, his refusal to explain, was what frightened you most.

Suddenly, Mark appeared right in front of you both. You were practically crushed between the two versions of Mark, their muscular bodies pressing on either side of you.

Full Mask Mark backed away while holding you tightly, but Mark wasn’t going to let him escape. As soon as Full Mask Mark turned to fly off, Mark grabbed his leg and threw him against a wall, hoping he would release you so Mark could get you to safety.

But Full Mask Mark didn’t let go. Instead, he held onto you even tighter, bracing for impact and trying to shield you from the bricks.

Unfortunately, his protection wasn’t enough. A shard of brick struck you in the head, killing you instantly.

Full Mask Mark got up, ripped off his mask, panic written all over his face as he tried desperately to wake you. But it was too late.

When Mark arrived seconds later and saw your lifeless body, rage consumed him. He grabbed Full Mask Mark by the throat, blaming him entirely for your death.

Full Mask Mark managed to break free, landed a devastating punch on Mark that hurled him across the neighborhood, then took your body and flew away.

He would at least give you an honest place to rest forever, the same place where you had spent countless afternoons together in his dimension.

Maskless Mark

Maskless Mark would have done anything just to see you one last time. In his dimension, you had been his childhood friend, and your sudden death had been a devastating blow for him.

Back then, he hadn’t realized how important you really were to him. Over time, his grief twisted into something closer to obsession than true love, more like remorse than genuine affection. But he never noticed that.

The only reason he agreed to work with Angstrom was to have the chance to hold you in his arms again. He had no idea what you might look like in this dimension; the last time he saw you, you were both nine years old. You must be different now: more attractive, surely. Yes, it had to be that way.

Since he didn’t know where you lived, he spent the first day of the Invincible War searching tirelessly through Chicago’s neighborhoods. He didn’t destroy anything, and many mistook him for this world’s Invincible because of how harmless he seemed.

When he finally found your apartment, he spent a long time watching you through the window. You were in what must have been your room, decorated in the style you liked. The apartment wasn’t exactly what you had once dreamed of, but you clearly treated it with care.

Maskless Mark knew you had always taken good care of your things… and he wanted to take care of you the same way.

He approached the window as you were packing your bag. It seemed you had heard the news and were preparing to leave for one of the government’s safe meeting points.

When you saw him, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Mark? Your classmate from high school… wearing an Invincible suit? And flying?

Maskless Mark blushed and smiled shyly. He began complimenting your looks, marveling at how much you had grown since you were nine years old. He wanted to touch you, to hug you... but he wasn’t sure if you’d allow it.

His words, though, were unsettling. You had never known Mark outside of high school, and you realized quickly that this had to be one of the variants. But you didn’t want to make it obvious, you feared he might hurt you if you said it out loud. And there was no escape.

You played along, recalling some memories and pretending to be surprised by his “secret identity.” Maskless Mark was thrilled, answering your questions and chatting with you as if you had been reunited after years apart.

But the calm didn’t last long. The real Mark of this dimension appeared at the window. As soon as he saw his counterpart, he ordered you to grab your things and run to the nearest safe point.

Maskless Mark was shocked you listened to him. He had thought you mistook him for the real Invincible, but the blue-and-black costume gave away the truth.

Clenching his fists, Maskless Mark attacked Mark, while you ran out of the apartment with your bag. Even as he fought, Maskless Mark kept one eye on you, panicked and running through the streets, and one on his counterpart relentlessly punching him.

But Mark didn’t know what Maskless Mark had been through in his dimension. He had no idea about the harsh training Maskless had endured under his father to prepare for planetary conquest. This Mark didn’t stand a chance against him alone.

Maskless Mark managed to twist Mark’s arm, drawing a scream of pain. The sound made you stop and turn back in fear. You couldn’t help worrying about him: you were still the same selfless person you had been ten years ago, always ready to put others first. And you cared for Mark, didn’t you? That’s why you were running toward the fight.

But when Mark looked back at his counterpart, Maskless Mark's expression had changed. His eyes were hollow, filled with hate. You cared only for him, this world’s Mark. That meant eliminating him would leave you no choice but to-

Then it happened. A screech of tires, a loud crash. You had stepped into the road without thinking, desperate to get closer. A van hit you head-on. Your body lay motionless on the asphalt.

Both Marks froze, horrified. The driver stumbled out of the van, terrified as he approached your lifeless body. Maskless Mark couldn’t believe it... you were dead again?

He dropped Mark and flew to your side. The terrified driver ran off at the sight of him, but Maskless didn’t care. He checked your pulse, desperate, but there was nothing. It was the driver’s fault. All of it. He had to pay for this.

Seizing the moment, Mark grabbed your body and took off. Maybe, just maybe, if he got you to the Pentagon quickly enough, there was still hope.

When Maskless Mark looked up, the driver's lifeless body in his hands, you were gone. Mark had vanished too. He had lost you all over again.

Viltrumite Mark

Viltrumite Mark had no idea who you were before arriving in this dimension. His only goal was to follow Angstrom’s plan: destroy the planet and gain access to more dimensions so that the Empire could thrive elsewhere.

But while he was tearing Chicago apart, he saw you fleeing with a group of civilians and felt a strange connection. He couldn’t just let you run away so easily.

He lowered his altitude, his figure composed, cold, and emotionless. You found him terrifying: your fear was as obvious as the fear of the other humans around you.

He studied you closely, trying to understand what had struck him: your appearance? Your eyes? The way your skin looked so well cared for? It was strange even to him. But one thing was certain: he intended to bring you back to his dimension. A human in such good shape would be excellent for producing offspring, according to the Empire’s laws. You looked perfectly healthy.

You tried to escape, but no matter what shortcut you took, he was always above you. The gray skirt of his white military uniform fluttering in the wind, he looked like an angel of death. And still, his face was familiar… Mark?

Luckily, your Mark appeared just in time and carried you away. Viltrumite Mark remained calm. Watching his counterpart’s reaction, he realized immediately: this Mark cared about you too. After all, no one knows you better than yourself.

Viltrumite Mark approached, facing the Mark who held you tightly in his arms. You were trembling, desperate for nothing bad to happen, silently begging your Mark to take you somewhere safe and far away.

But the variant attacked. His blows were brutal, he had trained for years on Viltrum, and everyone knew that anyone who survived on Viltrum could never be weak.

You clung to Mark’s neck in fear, terrified that he might let you go. You didn’t want that, but you also didn’t want to risk Viltrumite Mark hurting you by accident while trying to strike down the hero.

After a counterattack, Mark finally managed to pull back and carried you under a bridge to hide. He was terrified; he didn’t want to leave you alone, but he had no choice. He had to go back and stop his variant from destroying the city.

But Viltrumite Mark was already there. There was no leaving you behind because the fight would happen right there.

His punch landed so hard you could hear bones cracking, but Mark didn’t cry out, he swallowed the pain and hit back with an uppercut to his opponent’s jaw.

Viltrumite Mark was determined to take you to his dimension. He knew the Empire would praise him for such a gift, and he wanted to please them. So he decided to use cunning. Using you as a human shield was the perfect tactic, since Mark clearly cared about you.

And it worked, Mark couldn’t hit him. Every time he tried, Viltrumite Mark moved you into the way. You were terrified, begging for someone, anyone, whichever Mark could help, to make it stop.

But this couldn’t go on forever. Viltrumite Mark had to do something terrible to shake his counterpart even further.

The next time Mark tried to strike, Viltrumite Mark didn’t just use you as a shield, he deliberately made Mark’s fist land on you, shattering your arm. You screamed in pain. Viltrumite Mark would never have hurt you himself, but he had to do it.

The plan worked. Mark froze, horrified, terrified of what more damage he might do to you. His strength was far beyond human... if he’d hit harder, he could have killed you. Luckily, he hadn’t.

Seizing the chance, Viltrumite Mark flew away, covering your mouth so Mark couldn’t track you by your voice. You would be safe with him. Treating injuries like yours was routine for him after countless life-or-death battles. And even if human biology was different from Viltrumite, making a cast for you wouldn’t be difficult.

Shiesty Mark

In his own dimension, you couldn’t exactly be called a saint. You and Shiesty Mark were on the same wavelength: working for Machine Head gave you everything you wanted, paid you well… but you wanted more, much more.

You convinced Shiesty Mark to overthrow your boss, and of course he agreed, crazy as he was. But the plan ended with you being brutally killed by one of Machine Head’s underlings, while Shiesty Mark was spared because he was too strong and too useful to eliminate.

He should have avenged you, but he didn’t. You had made a stupid move and, even if he had agreed to back you, he wasn’t going to risk everything again for you. Machine Head kept him around despite the betrayal, he knew keeping Shiesty under his control was the safest choice.

Still, Shiesty Mark missed you... your presence, your stupid jokes. He would’ve paid gold just to see you again, to hear you call him an idiot for wasting all that so called gold on you when he could’ve just kept it for himself and taken the chance alone.

And then Angstrom gave him that opportunity, for free: the chance to go to a dimension where you were alive and well. You weren’t part of any criminal organization there, but you were still you. Your personality had to be similar enough, and he was confident he could change your mind about your “ethical” choices.

The moment he arrived in your dimension, he rushed to your home. Honestly, he hadn’t expected your apartment to look so run-down compared to the one he knew, the one he used to visit. That old place had been decorated with expensive furniture; here, it was obvious you weren’t working for the Order.

And strangely, even for him, he decided to enter as he always had. He wanted to see how you’d react to him just showing up like that. He tapped on your window while you were lying on your bed, listening to music.

You got up, at first thinking you had misheard something. But after the third knock, you were suspicious. You opened the window, but no one was there. You figured you must’ve imagined it. But when you turned back toward your bed, Shiesty Mark was already standing in the middle of your room (he got through the front door, this house didn't hold secrets for him)

Your heart nearly stopped. He looked like Invincible, but the mask was different, covering his entire face, you couldn’t see a thing. Why was he like this?

Summoning your courage, you asked who he was and what he wanted. He was disappointed by your reaction. He had expected something more… aggressive. Were you afraid? The “you” he remembered had never been afraid of him.

Raising his hands, Shiesty Mark began explaining the situation. The way he spoke was strange, nothing like the Invincible you knew. He clearly wasn’t him: this guy sounded childish, street-tough, way too much of a thug to ever be a hero of that caliber.

You moved toward a cabinet and grabbed the first object you could find: a lamp. Perfect. You hurled it at him, and his reaction was to… chuckle. There you were, that spirit he remembered! You still had it in you. Which meant you could change again, and return to working with him in his dimension.

But Mark wouldn’t allow it. He appeared at the window, and, since you were close, grabbed you by the arm and quickly pulled you out of the apartment. You barely had time to register what was happening.

Shiesty Mark cursed at the sight of his variant and immediately gave chase. You could hear him swearing behind you, his previously friendly demeanor completely gone. But it was clear the insults were directed only at Mark, not at you.

Still, Shiesty Mark wasn’t as fast as him. He wasn’t used to flying, even though he could. He usually walked instead, because back in his dimension, you’d told him that randomly using his powers got on your nerves since you were powerless. Now, he regretted listening to you about that.

Against all odds, Shiesty Mark managed to catch up and landed a punch right at his counterpart’s temple, hard enough to knock him off balance. Mark plummeted to the ground with you still in his arms.

You didn’t come out unscathed, but miraculously, you were alive. Your skin was scraped, cut, bleeding in places, and your body ached from the impact.

Shiesty Mark wasted no time. He landed beside you, mocking his variant, taunting him for being weak, saying it was ridiculous that someone so pathetic could even call himself a superhero.

Then he approached you and hauled you over his shoulder. You couldn’t fight back, your limbs hurt too much, but he appreciated the way you still tried to wriggle free. You had spirit, and he was sure you’d have fun in his world. Even if he’d have to teach you how to do the job his way all over again.

No Goggles Mark

It wasn’t just your extraordinary combat skills that caught No Goggles Mark’s attention in his dimension, but also your sharp, unusual sense of humor. No one ever thought of you as normal or ordinary: you stood out, unique, always doing things your own way, following your own whims.

But in his eyes, you were standing on the wrong side.

You worked for the GDA. To him, that was a waste of your talent. You should have been fighting at his side, tearing down other heroes. He was certain you both would’ve had the time of your lives if you had only listened.

Throughout your encounters, he had tried over and over to spare you, though that didn’t mean he went easy on you. But eventually, the thread snapped. You were too stubborn, and in the end, he had no choice but to kill you.

At the time, he believed that if you had only understood what he meant by “joining the right side” (in other words, siding with the Viltrumites) maybe you would’ve had a better life, free to do whatever you pleased. Back then, that’s how he saw it.

But later, he learned the truth: Viltrum was dull, apart from the endless fights. Maybe you had been right all along. Viltrumites were boring. When they died, they didn’t scream like humans did; they just accepted it.

You, on the other hand, had screamed a lot when he killed you. The memory of it made him smile every time.

In this dimension, he was determined to find you and make you relive the same fate... not immediately, though. He wanted to have some fun first, to push you to your limits without striking the final blow. He’d give you just enough time to recover before coming back again, hurting you over and over purely for his own satisfaction. But of course, you’d have to fight back. Otherwise, what was the point?

He crashed into your apartment, tearing through the wall. The explosion of plaster and wood made you jump out of your skin: you thought a missile had landed in your bedroom. And that was exactly what No Goggles Mark wanted you to think.

You trembled like a leaf, and the sight made him grin. His brown eyes locked onto you, curled up on your mattress with your headphones still on, music probably still playing in your ears.

Strange, you hadn’t tried to fight him yet, or even defend yourself. Where were your powers? Where was that nonchalant attitude he’d admired so much? Where was your creativity? Maybe you were just shy now… if that was the case, he would make sure that shyness disappeared in minutes.

But before he could lay a hand on you, Mark came crashing through the hole in the wall, tackling the variant and throwing punch after punch. No Goggles Mark ignored the pain, actually amused by it all.

Terrified, you finally found the courage to move. You needed to get out, the apartment wasn’t safe anymore, but there was no way out. The door was too close to them, and you weren’t about to run past that maniac. The only option was the gaping hole in the wall. But you were on the second floor. Were you really willing to risk it?

No Goggles Mark caught Mark’s fists mid-strike and twisted them, bones snapping like twigs. But that wasn’t the end. He gripped Mark by the throat and hurled him against the wall, sending him crashing into the bathroom next door.

Turning back to you, No Goggles Mark watched as you desperately tied your bedsheets together, trying to fashion a rope. It wasn’t nearly long enough, but jumping from the first floor was better than from the second. You’d still get hurt, but at least you might survive.

Amused, he tilted his head. So your creativity was still alive after all. He wondered... were you planning to use that rope against him, maybe as a weapon? That, he would’ve loved to see.

But when he realized you were tying it to the window frame to escape, his excitement vanished instantly. Really? Escape? Was that all you had in you? Not even a punch? Not even a pathetic attempt to hurt him? How cowardly you’d become in this world.

Mark stormed back into the room, broken hands be damned, and threw himself at his variant again. No Goggles Mark let him hit, barely paying attention, his eyes glued on you instead.

You approached the edge, took a deep breath, and hesitated. He instantly understood: what, were you afraid of heights? Afraid of falling to your death? He let out a laugh, almost disappointed. The version of you he knew would never flinch like this.

But you forced yourself over, clinging to the sheet-rope with all your strength. Already you regretted this stupid decision, but it was the only chance you had.

Meanwhile, No Goggles Mark had grown tired of Mark’s repeated attempts to hurt him. With a single punch, he sent Mark flying through the hole in the wall and crashing into the building across the street.

The impact shook the ground and the foundations of your apartment building, making you swing helplessly on the makeshift rope of bedsheets, like some clumsy Tarzan trying a vine for the first time.

No Goggles Mark leaned down toward you, studying you carefully from above. He was surprised: you were actually descending bit by bit, showing some courage and determination, while he expected you to freeze in fear.

He didn’t make your descent easy. He grabbed the rope and swung it violently from side to side just to irritate you.

You cursed at him in frustration but quickly regretted it, begging him to stop when your grip began to slip. The sheets were too smooth, and your hands were already losing their strength.

Mark returned once again, determined to finally kill his variant. No Goggles Mark, however, didn’t understand this motivation. Was he your boyfriend or something?

The shockwave from Mark’s furious charge tore the upper part of the rope loose. You plummeted. Luckily, you weren’t too high off the ground, but you landed hard, your leg broke, the bone sticking out of your calf.

Your screams of pain made both Marks stop fighting and look down through the hole. Mark was horrified, panic-stricken, and immediately rushed to your side, forgetting all about his variant. No Goggles Mark, on the other hand, was entertained, mocking you by imitating your cries and pleas.

You hated him, but all you could focus on was the searing pain in your leg. Mark tried to comfort you, promising everything would be fine, that he’d get you to Cecil, and the GDA would heal you.

But that wasn’t part of No Goggles Mark’s plan.

With a swift kick, he sent Mark flying away, leaving just the two of you. You tried to crawl back in fear, but he only scoffed: so boring, so unfun, nothing like the version of you he once knew.

Still, he hadn’t come all this way for nothing.

He grabbed you, ignoring your struggles, continuing to mock your cries of pain. He was insane, and you already knew... life in his dimension would be nothing short of a madhouse.

In short: Only Full Mask Mark and Maskless Mark would fail to bring you to their own dimensions, the others would succeed.

#THESE WERE SO FUN #VILTRIM MARK HAS ME UNWISE #And Shiesty's was actually lowkey highkey sweet

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The Slashers as Cats:

A/N: Some of the kitties are totally not based off of my cats.

Vincent Sinclair:

He’d be a large, solid black, long furred cat. Like a Norwegian forest cat. His fur would curl a bit on his belly. His face would still have the scarring it has, and he’d be missing a lot of his ear on that side of his face. He’d likely have some minor vision and hearing problems because of that.

He’d be a very quiet kitty. He likes to trail you like a little shadow. You’d be walking at night, and almost step on him. He’d be a bit salty, but would forgive you quickly (even faster if you fed him).

He doesn’t usually meow. He’s dead quiet most of the time. It’s a bit unnerving. He sometimes just stares at you. His meow is very hoarse, and quiet. He whisper-meows a lot. His purr is very quiet. He doesn’t purr often. It’s like a little treat when he does.

He isn’t very affectionate. He prefers to do his own thing. Sometimes he’ll sleep beside you for a bit, but never on you. If you pick him up, and cuddle with him, he’ll glare at you, and make it known how unhappy he is. Depending on how he feels, he might be a little charitable and stay with you for like a minute.

Him and Bo are a bonded pair. They get anxious without each other. They constantly play fight. They’re loud as fuck too. You will wake up to them chasing each other around your place.

He’s very nosy. He likes to know what you’re doing. He’ll act uninterested, but follow you around, and watch you. Bo sometimes joins him.

He gets anxious when you’re away for too long. He doesn’t like it when you leave for work. He’ll wait for you.

He likes to sleep close by. When you’re sleeping, he’ll usually stick to a side of the bed, and sleep there. Usually he’ll sleep by your feet, guarding.

Bo Sinclair:

He’s very large, like Vincent, but has short fur. He’s a solid chocolate cat. He has some scarring on the back of his head. There’s a bald patch of fur. His wrists are also scarred really bad. He’s missing fur on them.

He’s a very cautious kitty. He doesn’t trust many humans. He only trusts you. You’re his human. He’s very possessive of you. He lets Vincent hang with you (sometimes), and Lester (occasionally), but he has to be your number one. You’re always in his line of vision. He follows you around all the time, and makes his presence super known.

He’s loud af. It’s like he meows for both him and Vincent. His purr is also super loud. It vibrates his whole body. He likes to rub against you, and scent mark you while purring. Sometimes he’ll make eye contact with his brothers while doing so.

He’s an aggressive cuddler. He likes to knead with his claws. You’re like his personal pincushion. If you try to kick him off, he’ll get mad, and growl at you. His growl is terrifying. If you don’t listen, he’ll swat at you until you comply.

He likes to sleep on the opposite side Vincent is guarding. He also likes to guard. Sometimes he’ll sleep closer to your chest, but usually he’ll stay at the edge of the bed.

Lester Sinclair:

He’s a solid, cinnamon, domestic short fur. He’s the smallest of his brothers, but he’s still a pretty big boy. He’s more raggedy than his brothers, and doesn’t like grooming himself. You have to brush him often. He doesn’t mind.

He’s pretty chill. He likes spending time with you. He’ll do almost anything you want him to. He doesn’t usually follow you around. He’ll keep his eyes out for you, but he won’t seek you out like Bo or Vincent.

He tends to get into shit. He likes to dig through the trash. You’ve had to give him several baths. He never learned his lesson. You had to get childlocks. He’s been experimenting with ways to break them.

He’s a cuddle bug. Bo and him are sorta at war. He likes to lay on your chest. Bo will usually try to kick him off, but he’ll try to stand his ground (it doesn’t usually work).

He coo’s more than he meows. His meow is more like a “mrrow”. His purrs are similar to Bo’s. They shake his whole body. He also snores. Really loud.

He likes to sleep closest to you. Sometimes he’ll sleep on your chest, but most of the time he’ll cuddle right beside you.

Harry Warden:

I feel like he’d be a solid grey kitty with a white heart on his chest. He’d be average sized, and have short fur. He’d be a bit blocky. His shoulders would be broad, and he’d look a bit ratty. He was probably a stray until you found him. His ears have small tears in them, and he has some scars from fighting. He has very large paws, and a shorter than average tail. His proportions are kinda funny. His head is a bit broad as well.

His meow is loud. He doesn’t meow often, but you get jumpscared every time he meows. His purr is also loud. You can definitely tell when he’s happy.

He kinda does his own thing. He usually comes and goes as he pleases, but usually returns at night. He likes to leave you dead animals as gifts. He’s always proud of himself when he does.

He’s very territorial. He gets pissed when another cat is nearby. He doesn’t like other cats.

He also isn’t super affectionate. Usually he’ll sleep by your feet, but sometimes he’ll cuddle with you. It depends on how he feels.

He likes to watch you scornfully from his cat tree. It’s his favourite place to judge you.

He cannot be an inside cat. You tried to keep him inside, and he found a way out. He’s also a bad leash cat, and hates the cat knapsack. He gets anxious staying inside for too long.

Pinhead:

They’d definitely be a sphynx cat. Their skin would be almost entirely pink.

They’d be a chill cat. They wouldn’t really give a fuck about anything. They like to sleep, and get mad if you wake them up. They’re so real for that.

Their meow is kinda weird. They don’t usually meow, but when they do it’s oddly low? It also doesn’t sound like a meow, it’s more like a scream. A really unenthusiastic one at that. They only meow if they’re hungry. They also don’t really purr. They purr once in a blue moon. It’s surprising when they purr, but if you make any sound of excitement, they’ll stop, and glare at you.

They usually scratch and bite you for no reason. You’ve accepted that it’s their love language. You like to believe that, at least.

When you sleep, they stare at you. It’s very creepy, but you’ve learned to accept it from your little demonic rotisserie chicken.

Leslie Vernon:

He’d be a domestic short hair. He’d be a solid cinnamon and white cat. He’d also be average sized.

He’d be sooo loud. He’s a little yapper, too. If you talk to him, he’ll meow back. He yodels. His purr is also loud.

A menace to the local bird population. He also likes to give you them as gifts. Sometimes he brings them to you live, and kills them in front of you. It’s horrifying. You can’t keep him inside, though. He’ll find a way out.

He’s an aggressive cuddler. He sometimes gets too into it when kneading you, and pokes you with his claws. When he hunkers down, you won’t be leaving anytime soon. He likes to sleep by your face. He usually watches you for a bit before sleeping. You’ll wake up to his face right beside yours, staring at you.

He’s pretty friendly to humans, and is pretty chill towards cats he knows. He likes to follow Michael Meowers around when he’s not following you.

Speaking of which, he follows you everywhere. He likes to sneak up on you, and attack your feet. Sometimes he hides under your bed and nips at your toes when you least expect it. It’s always a little jumpscare.

Tiffany Valentine:

She’d be an elegant, black and white, domestic long hair. She’d be around average size-wise. She has a long, poofy tail, and walks like a diva.

She’d have a cute, little meow. She’s usually not that loud, but can be when she doesn’t have food, or isn’t getting paid attention to. Her purr is soft. It’s kinda like a coo. You definitely know she’s purring, though.

She has an attachment to Chucky. It isn’t reciprocated. She adores him. She follows him around the house, grooms him, etc. She sometimes likes to torment him. She once locked him in the bathroom. He was stuck in there until you got home. He was pissed at her, and chased her around the house.

She’s very affectionate. She loves being around you. Usually she’ll sleep beside you when she can’t sleep on your lap. She likes kneading you. Sometimes she’ll knead the air if she’s laying on you, or reaches her paws out to you. She likes it when you hold her paw. She’ll place a paw on your hand when she can.

She likes to sleep beside your head when you’re sleeping. Sometimes she’ll give you little kisses. She purrs a lot. You may wake up to her almost suffocating you though.

Her and Chucky had kittens at one point. One tortie, Glenda, and a calico, Glen. They were very cute. Little chaos makers, though. Glen was a sweetie, and stuck close to you. Glenda bit your toes.

Charles Lee Ray:

He’s a dark ginger tabby. He has long fur, but it’s kinda ratty. He’s also average sized, but a bit smaller than Tiffany. You have to brush him a lot because he does the bare minimum while grooming. He hates it. He tries to bite, and scratch you.

He acts all proud, and high and mighty; like he owns you. He does.

He acts like he doesn’t like attention, and your affection, but gets mad if you don’t pay attention to him. He doesn’t go out of his way to show it, but you’ll know his wrath when he shits on your freshly cleaned floor. If you’re in the room when he does it, he’ll make direct eye contact with you. Little shit.

He’s somehow both quiet and loud. He doesn’t meow often, but when he does it’s loud. He usually meows to show his displeasure at something, like getting brushed. He doesn’t purr often, but sometimes does. It’s really sweet when it happens.

He acts like he hates cuddling, but likes to sit really close beside you. Sometimes he rests his chin on your leg. Don’t try to pet him, or acknowledge him, though. He’ll glare at you, and leave.

He doesn’t usually join you when you’re going to bed, but you’ll wake up to him sleeping on the side opposite of you.

He’s a mixed bag with Tif. Sometimes they’ll be chill, and he’ll let her sit beside him, and they’ll groom each other, but other times they’ll torment each other. For the most part it’s all in good fun, you hope.

Michael Meowers (og):

An absolute menace. He is a solid black domestic short hair. He’s an average sized cat. His fur is super short.

He’s dead silent. You haven’t heard a peep out of him since he was a kitten. You were concerned, but there was nothing wrong with him. He doesn’t meow, doesn’t purr. He just exists.

He likes to stalk you. He’s very good at it. Sometimes he’ll attack your feet if he sees an opportune time. He always uses his claws when he does. It scares the shit out of you.

He’s also a menace to the bird population. You tried to keep him inside, or leash him up, or anything, but he always found a way out. He does what he wants. He likes to wander around the neighborhood. He sometimes doesn’t come back for days. He always manages to show up when you start to worry, though.

He doesn’t like affection. He’ll act like he’s doing you a favour by being around you. If you try to pet him, he’ll bite you. He also doesn’t cuddle with you. He just stares at you from across the room. Intensely. If you try to call him up, he’ll ignore you, and leave.

He likes to watch you sleep. You’ve woken up multiple times to him sitting beside you, staring. Sometimes he’ll stay like that until you fall back asleep, but usually, he’ll leave once you wake up.

Michael Meowers (RZ):

Solid grey domestic longhair. His fur drapes around him like a mop, and curls at the ends. He has very big, white paws. Purrfect for stalking. He’s very large. Way larger than the average kitty.

He’s a menace. He likes following you around. Except very sneakily. You’ve almost tripped on him before. He always gets so offended, and pretends to walk away while still stalking you at a distance. It doesn’t last long, though. It lasts like five minutes tops.

He sleeps on your chest. It’s super cute, until he’s been there for a couple minutes, and his weight starts to suffocate you. He refuses to get up, too. It’s like he wants to suffocate you. Little shit.

He barely meows. It’s kinda unnerving. He usually just stares at you. Sometimes he’ll let out a whisper meow when he’s really content. His purr is really loud, and grumbly. It rumbles through your whole body.

He rarely cuddles. He likes to act like his own independent self. When he cuddles with you, you’re not getting up for several hours. He likes to hunker down. If you try to leave, he’ll refuse to get up, and sink his claws into you so he can’t leave.

He also likes watching you sleep. He’ll usually stand above you, staring. Sometimes he’ll bat at you when he needs something like food.

Bubba Sawyer:

He’s a brown and white kitty with medium length, curly fur. He has a bit of scarring to his face. Mainly his nose, and mouth are affected. He has a tiny, little, stump tail, and curly whiskers, too. He’s a little bit chubby, but there’s nothing wrong with that.

His meow is so cute. It’s like a little squeak. He makes all sorts of sounds. Usually he’ll squeak at you, though. He lwk sounds demonic at times. When he’s hungry, he’ll scream from the top of his lungs, and won’t stop until he’s fed. When he’s asleep, he snores. He’s really loud.

He’s bonded to Drayton, Nubbins, and Chop-Top. He can be independent, but he gets anxious without his brothers. He loves to play chase with Nubbins and Chop-Top, and they get into all sorts of things. You had to get childlocks so they wouldn’t get in the cabinets. They still did. Somehow.

He’s a cuddler. He won’t leave once you start cuddling. He’ll stay on your lap for hours, unless Drayton kicks him off.

He won’t use his claws on you. The only time he uses his claws is when he’s scared, or cornered. He used them on you once when you went to the vet, but that was all. He was very sorry afterwards.

He likes to sleep close to your face. If he could sleep on your face, he would. He’s tried to, but you kick him off. He’ll hunker right beside you. Hot or cold. It doesn’t matter to him.

Drayton Sawyer:

He’d be a crusty, solid, black, Lykoi cat. He’s small, and boney.

He’s the boss of the house, and everyone knows it. If his brothers try to attack him, they’ll be put in their places quickly.

His meow is crusty, and loud. When he wants something, you’ll know. His purr is a bit softer. He only purrs when he’s on your lap, and not being pestered by his brothers. He also makes a concoction of sounds. Usually he growls. He growls more than he purrs. Grump old man.

He’s surprisingly cuddly. He likes to loaf on your lap when his brothers’ aren’t around. If they try to come up for cuddles while he’s on your lap, he’ll become a little demon, and swat them away.

He’s not much of a cuddler when you’re sleeping. He usually stays close, and guards you so his brothers don’t cuddle with you. Possessive little shit.

Nubbins Sawyer and Chop-Top Sawyer:

Chop-Top, and him are strange. They’re both black and white mottled cats with medium-length fur. They both have identical marks on their cheeks, but on opposite sides of their faces. Chop-Top’s fur is a little more wispy than Nubbins’, and he has many bald patches from scratching.

They’re a duo. They do almost everything together. They refuse to be separated. They torment their brothers’ together, and usually each other. They like to run around the house, playing chase. It’s cute, until you almost trip on them. They’re also trash kitties. You had to get childlocks so they couldn’t get in, but they found another way.

They’re not really cuddlers. They prefer to spend their time with you playing. They both have so much energy. Chop-Top’s favourite toys are catnip balls. Nubbins likes string.

They also don’t really cuddle with you while you sleep. They prefer to sleep outside of your room, on the cat tree. They always fight over who gets to sleep on the higher spot before bed. It’s loud as fuck.

They both have really loud meows. They sort of scream. It’s rare they’ll let out a somewhat quiet meow. They’re both super talkative, too. Their purrs are also loud. Chop-Top’s is a little more smooth than Nubbins’.

Thomas Mewitt:

He’s a large, black, mackerel, tabby, with long fur. He always has a look of contempt in his eyes.

He doesn’t meow. You haven’t heard a peep from him ever. He purrs. His purr is quiet, though.

He’s kinda chill. He doesn’t follow you around often. Sometimes he’ll watch you from where he’s sleeping, but most of the time, he just ignores you.

He’s not much of a cuddler, but if you pick him up, and put him on your lap, he’ll stay. He secretly likes it when you do that, but acts a bit mad. He’ll stay for hours.

He likes to sleep at the foot of your bed. He likes to guard for you.

Bughuul:

He’d be a solid black cat. Probably a Maine coon, or a Norwegian forest cat. He’d be huge. He’s a bit chubby. He has scarring on his mouth, and eyes. You suspect he’s mostly blind, but you can’t tell because he moves around like any cat.

His fur is sorta matted, so you have to brush it frequently. He hates it. He puts up a big fuss, and gets so mad after. He’s also a bit vengeful, so expect to be jumpscared in the middle of the night by him.

He has a strange habit of adopting kittens? He’s not allowed out, but he’ll randomly come back with like a group of kittens, and no mother cat in sight. You’ve tried to stop him, but it never works. He always looks so smug afterwards, too.

He’s as quiet as a ghost. He’s never made a sound in the time you’ve had him. You suspect he can’t because of the scarring, but you have no proof of that. Same goes for purring. Sometimes you swear you can feel a rumble in his chest, but no sound comes out. It’s a bit weird.

He rarely cuddles with you. He prefers to watch you ominously from his cat tower. Same goes for when you sleep. Sometimes, he might sleep on the same bed as you, but that’s it.

#I did not know I needed this but it was so cute

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