<i>Hah! Hah! Hah! </i>The cat was huffing, and its heart could be heart, hitting its ribs. It looked at Ryder, looked behind him at the trees. Then it turned back to find something, but it knew it couldn’t escape.


    “Dude,” Ryder said, slapping his forehead, slowly squishing his face under the weight of his palm, “z-just tell me.”


    “Se?or!” It meowed, “you have to swear on her first,” It pushed its beard to the front, “swear on her, that you won’t hurt her.”


    For a moment, Ryder’s teeth clenched hard, and his hand almost slipped the dagger to the cat’s neck. But he took a huge, relaxing breath and forced a smile on his face, “Mhm, s-I swear on this lovely beard.”


    The cat’s breath instantly relaxed, as a wide grin formed on its face. It rubbed its arms over its lips, as if trying to hide it, but its face was blooming with a smile – it couldn’t hide it.


    “Then, I’ll tell you, Se?or, I’ll tell you. What did you want to know again?” It looked at Ryder, its ears pricking up.


    <i>Hah! Finally! </i>


    “How did s-you become a s-cat, umm, monster thing.” Ryder sized it up again, unsure of just what to call it.


    “Ahaha, Se?or!” The cat laughed, “You joke well. I’m a <i>turo-nine</i>.”


    <i>Turo what now? </i>Ryder dubiously stared back, “Ah… <i>turo-nine, </i>like the s-cat monster?”


    “Yeah, mi lord, you can say that.” The cat replied, vigorously nodding its head, as it started to pull itself up from the ground.


    Ryder followed it through, quietly waiting for it to drag around, pop a few bones, pulling itself up.


    “How did s-you become this, old s-cat? A s-cat bit s-you?” Ryder hissed out.


    “How did you know, Se?or!?” It said, clasping its palms together, as if ready to get down on its knees, “Are you a prophet?”


    <i>Oh my god… please, god! </i>Ryder cried, yet his face just twitched for a moment, not taking long to adjust back.


    <i>I feel like I’ll loose my brain. </i>


    Ryder chuckled, hardening his feelings of absolute aversion to the cat’s stupidity, “Did s-you get bit s-in the eye?”


    The cat, still somehow smiling widely, casually swung its head in a no, “It ate my beard, Se?or. It seems like your prophet skills are still young, and not matured enough.” It said, shifting to a face of contemplation, with its plain, old habit of rolling his beard, with its paws.


    “Ahahass–” Ryder mimicked the cat, aimlessly and stupidly nodding, “s-you are true, old s-cat, s-I z-just became a prophet yesterday.”


    <i>I mean I did become a “something” yesterday. </i>


    “Yeah, Se?or! The cat ate my beard, and then it didn’t stop,” The cat just kept swinging its head casually, clutching its beard, "It clawed on my throat,” It pointed at its larynx, still swinging its head with casual momentum, "it got blooded, I fainted, and then I woke up like this.”


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    <i>Bingo! Sounds familiar. </i>


    Ryder immediately stopped, the muscles from forming his smart smile over his lips, and just stupidly started to swing its head, “Aah, and old s-cat, what did that s-cat look like?”


    “Oh Se?or!” It gleefully meowed, “It looked like a tiger and elephant had a baby, and then someone fed it booze instead of milk. It was strong, and crazy. Do you get it, mi lord?” It gave Ryder a look, opening its closed, smiling eyes, as Ryder replied with just another casual bob of his head, with a stupid smile on his face. The cat returned the smile, and closed its eyes again, swinging its head.


    <i>I guess the cat bit you crazy. </i>


    Ryder scrunched his nose up, watching the cat monster stupidly giggling, and swinging its head. He suppressed his truest desire to beat the heck out of this cat, and started stupidly smiling back, “Oh, and old s-cat, were s-you like on the deathbed, and then s-suddently woke up like this?” He stepped his stupid grin up a step, as the cat opened its eyes to look at him.


    Seeing the prophet laugh so gleefully, the cat closed its eyes again with satisfaction, “No, mi lord, you are still a young prophet. I bit that cat to death.” It meowingly giggled, “My teeth were strong even as a human, haha.” It said, flashing its canines, as it then began to stupidly smile again.


    <i>What the fuck!? </i>Ryder couldn’t help but mutter this within himself. <i>Focus, Ryder, it''s about the goal. I need to know more. Come on… this stupid cat is precious right now. </i>


    He flashed a smile again, “Of s-course, old s-cat s-I didn’t expect less.”


    The cat annoyingly giggled, “Ahaha! Of course, mi lord, of course!” It suddenly shrieked.


    Ryder just helplessly clenched further at the dagger. <i>I’ll eat this shit up once I get the info.</i>


    “Ahaha,” He spat out, devouring his emotions, “and by the way, old s-cat, where did s-you guys s-come from? That wall? Ahaha!”


    Ryder pointed to a white wall that often flashed in his black world, like a twinkling star – appearing and disappearing. The cat stopped its casual swinging, and leaned in, as it purred, “Mi lord, you are joking right? Of course! The wall is the one that connects earth to our world. Ahaha!”


    Ryder’s stupid grin faltered, as his eyebrows twitched. With the cat just before his face, wanting to control his expression. He didn’t know how to react. His lips curled up, his eyebrows scrunched, and his face tense.


    “Old s-cat, do s-you mean the animal world?” Ryder said, his casual tone failing, as it was tensing up with every word. The cat noted the ragged breath from Ryder, and it raised its eyebrows, “Sir prophet, do you not know the white wall?”


    Ryder wanted to casually bob his head, lying his way through, but his head just slowly swung to a no, as the cat gasped. Then, again, rolling his fluffy paws over his white beard, it hummed, “hmmmm…” And soon a smile formed on its face – the same, stupid smile.


    “Mi lord,” It suddenly got down on its knees. Ryder flinched, and moved a step back instinctively. The cat raised both of hands up, towards Ryder, “Sir! Let me be your guide. I would be honored if I could guide a prophet like you to Se?or <i>Turo’s </i>church.”


    “Se?or Turo’s s-church?” Ryder spat out, looking down at the cat. He could clearly see its whiskers jumping up, its ears straightening. “And why would you do that?”


    Ryder noted every of its color movement with his black world. The atmosphere he could see was all silent, only the flares of colors twitching. The world felt so foreign, and dead as if he was witnessing the death of reality. Instead of sun, and fun, only a starkly dark sky, and instead of a form, only flares of colors.


    “Se?or… it would be my and my beard’s honor.” The cat purred, as a tear fell out of its big eyes. “And Se?or… forgive me for the injury I gave you. I have grown old and cold. I can only do so much to live any longer.”


    It looked up at Ryder''s face. The sun shining it from the left, and his right, completely torn, monstrous and dark. The eyes – one gleaming with light, and the other black, and shadowed. It seemed to be a perfect blend of black and white. Perhaps, the being who could drive the world out of chaos.


    “Mi lord…Let this old cat do a deed that might favour the world, before dying… I could only kill when I lived young.”


    Ryder’s scrunched up face, immediately relaxed. His thoughts, a mess, but his eyes couldn’t help but soften up.  Strategically, he should kill the monster right here, especially when he could still see the chunks of his arms lying down beside him – torn by its claws. But Ryder, forwarded his hand towards him.


    “Old s-cat, s-if s-you mess up.” He titled his head, “s-I’ll kill s-you.”