You enter a graveyard to visit a deceased loved one, pausing at the entrance when you notice a strange looking cat staring intently at you. You shake your head and continue on, spending a good half hour placing your flowers neatly around the gravestone. Once your satisfied with the result, you begin to make your way across the grounds when you spot the cat yet again, this time perched on the wall, still staring.
...Good evening, fancy meeting you here.
You can't help but notice the cat's mouth didn't move. The feline begins to inspect it's paw idly, red eyes alight as you stumble away in a panic. "Was that strictly necessary?" He speaks lazily, hesitantly licking a spot on his paw that looked suspiciously like mud. Cackling meets his ears before a voice replies, "Did you see their face? Price l e s s!" The culprit, a slightly crazed looking Kacheek. The cat purrs in response. "And they say I'm the devious one." You glance back only once as you flee, noticing the cat appearing to hold a conversation with itself. Could things get any weirder? You don't stick around to find out.
All because of you, I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings - no, not the kind with halos
The kind that bring you home
When home becomes a strange place
I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out...
Morphed & Painted on 3/2/15
Created during the Purge