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A creature walks up to you. They are 8 feet tall, and have the base body of an anthro skeletal cat. The little white dots in there eyes are the shape of gears, and they have skeletal bat wings protruding from there back. They are wearing a blue hoodie and black shorts with white stripes on the sides of the pant legs, the gap in between the two articles of clothing showing quite a lot of spine, and they are also wearing pink bedroom slippers, witch there toe claws (they also have some claws on the end of there fingers) poke through. They have horns that curve and hug the side of there head, witch come out from behind silver furred cat ears. They also have a long tail with a poof of silver fur on the end. “Howdy,” they say “im arsenic dreemur, fusion of the two beings known as wildheart and horns, and i need your help.”
Carlos looked up at the being. To his credit he only felt a little bit like he was about to wet his
pants in fear. But one didn’t live in Night Vale very long if they didn’t learn
how to shake those sort of feelings off.“Um… Okay?” he asked. “I’m pretty sure arsenic is a poison
that tastes like almonds. Though I’ve never had almonds, so I don’t know. Um…
what is it that you need help with… friend?”((Woops, wrong blog on first rebolg))
“You see,” arsenic said “the memorys of my friends and family were locked away by my asshole cousin, tripplesix the trickster goddess, and i need someone to help me take away her godhood so i can get there memorys back. I figured that i would ask for help from the nearest alternate version of someone i know, so it would be easier to get along. Sorry for being creepy.”
“Alternate version?” Carlos asked, confused. He couldn’t
imagine an alternate-universe version of himself doing something other than
science. “You’re okay, I promise. I’m just surprised, is all. So… are we, like,
friends in another universe? Is that how this is?”
The Perfect Scientist 