ext_23998 ([identity profile] ceresi.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] fickle 2007-11-25 09:30 pm (UTC)

HAHAHA, HERE'S SOMETHING TO TIDE YOU OVER TILL SCHOOL IS DONE MAKING ME DEAD, OKAY? This is something I had planned for my bandom/Animorphs crossover that's probably never going to happen, oh well.

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HAHAHA, HERE'S SOMETHING TO TIDE YOU OVER TILL SCHOOL IS DONE MAKING ME DEAD, OKAY? This is something I had planned for my bandom/Animorphs crossover that's probably never going to happen, oh well.

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<Crap,> Tobias said as the last of my fingers melted into paws and a tail came sprouting of my . . . well, you know. <Cassie, we've got a problem. It's Mikey and Gerard.>

Bunny's mind was calm and surprisingly easy to control. I'd never morphed a cat before -- that was Rachel -- amd especially never a cat on a tour bus. I'd been expecting something jumpier, more nervous, but this was . . . peaceful. Content. <i>Happy.</i> The smell of dirty clothes, overpowering to a human, were even stronger now but somehow familiar, reassuring. Even the rumbling of the engine was soothing. The bus that had seemed like a heap of scrap metal was suddenly <i>home</i>, the best place in the world, full of nooks and crannies to sleep and snoop in. And now that I was paying attention. . . .

<I don't think they're going back to the bus,> Tobias continued. <I think there's an interview or . . . I lost them! They went inside the room with the Controller!>

There was something making noise, but it wasn't important. I stuck my nose out from under the bunk and sniffed.

Yes!

I ran out as fast as I could and crashed into someone's heels. He laughed, and a large hand picked me up. "Hang on, hang on, I'm pouring it out."

I meowed and struggled, trying to get to the food dish. After what felt like forever -- food! right there, food! the good crunchy kind, oooooh, food! -- the human put me back down. "There you go, Bunny. Chow time."

Someone laughed. I shoved my nose in the bowl and started chowing.

<Cassie,> Tobias said. A pause. <Cassie!>

I growled, but didn't stop eating. Someone was saying my name? Was someone coming to take my food? I started eating faster and almost choked.

<Good grief,> Tobias muttered. <I don't believe it. Cassie! Snap out of it! We're kind of in the middle of an emergency here!>

I glanced up to make sure nobody was coming to steal my food, and went back to eating. Voices sounded as the door swooshed open, admitting outside smells and half a dozen pairs of feet.

<Cassie,> Tobias said, <you know, I think they put chicken guts in that stuff.>

For some reason, that was what did it. I spit out a mouthful of kitty kibble and started sneezing uncontrollably as it went up my nose.

<There you go,> Tobias said smugly. <About time.>

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