"Can someone please explain to me why I'm in the body of a cat?!"
"GiGi ... GiGi!"
'Shit, she's offline!'
...
Trying to stand using his new feline feet, Graham failed and failed- Always losing balance at a crucial moment, which would result in him flailing his paws wildly, stumbling and falling head-first into the dirt.
Truly, walking with four legs was nothing like walking with two legs.
Graham was so frustrated that he let out a frustrated sigh from his lips.
'Meow'
"Goddamn it! I'm sighing cat now?"
Graham glared at his paws as if they were the traitors responsible for his lack of coordination. He tried again, this time managing to stand for a whole two seconds before tumbling over.
"Meow!" Graham yelped, his dignity bruised more than his body.
He sat up, panting, and let out a disgusted snort. "There's no manual for this shit?!"
"You know what, fuck this shit!"
Graham screamed as he ran, or rather, performed weird leaps and very funny movements here and there, eventually hitting his left arm on a particularly big rock he spotted earlier within the tall grass.
With a loud 'CRACK!' and a pained 'MEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWW!' Graham recoiled backwards forcefully, his eyes red from the pain inflicted as he clutched at his broken left arm.
Looking at the rock again, he did the same thing over and over again.
His right arm, his left leg, his right leg, they were all broken and currently deformed.
The pain was getting to Graham. Each limb double his agony, but, he wasn't about to stop there.
Tossing and rolling his small body on the ground, Graham used the weight of his own body and the little litter on the ground to do something incredible.
Slowly but surely, he was rearranging the bones in his arms and legs.
Before long, he lay on the bare grass panting, his legs and arms resembling those of a humanoid being, like a cat that could walk and use its hands in a similar fashion to those of a human.
Graham smiled, obviously proud of what he just achieved.
"Now I rest and give my bones time to adjust-"
"What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck???!"
...
About 30 minutes after the explosion, striking and dismantling of the mountain Victor, the white-haired black boy gradually regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the sky that had begun to darken, indicating nighttime.
He just laid down on the hard soil as if he was still trying to process everything that happened prior to this moment.
"I'm...alive?"
He eventually blurted out, moving his limbs as if to confirm that he was in full control of his body thus, alive and well.
"I'm alive"
"I'm alivvvvvvvvvv-"
"Meow!"
He was about to scream when he heard the pained cry of a cat.
Following the sound intently, Victor couldn't believe what he saw. So, he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck???!"
...
Forgetting about the intense pain he was experiencing for a second, Graham forcefully stood up from the ground.
'CRACK-ACK DUM'
His little bones groaned and cracked in response as he struggled to even maintain his standing position.
But that was the least of his concerns as he stared intently at Victor, his eyes resembling that of a hungry predator.
When he arrived on this planet via the humongous bolt of lightning, he transferred most of his belongings into a teeny tiny orb the size of a human baby's tooth.
The orb wasn't ordinary, obviously, and he could sense the orb within close range.
Right now, he could feel the presence and aura of the orb coming from within the tattered-looking white-haired black boy who was screaming like a lady who was sprayed with rat blood.
Although Graham had no idea why he woke up in the body of a cat, a black cat, or why he couldn't spot his own human body anywhere, or why the AI he built, GiGi, was nowhere to be found- he just assumed she was offline and maybe trying to adjust to the new reality-
One thing he knew for sure was that everything he owned- the tiny green orb- was within the belly of the white-haired kid.
And he was surely going to get it out, one way or another.
Running towards Victor who was still reeling in shock and disbelief- questioning the things he thought he knew- Graham nimbly moved left and right, closing the gap between him and Victor rapidly.
"WHOOSH!"
When he was within range of Victor, he lifted himself from the ground-
"SNIKT"
-performing a leap as he straightened out his body horizontally in mid-air.
Victor, who was still dazed didn't even know when the black cat he had found by the trash can jumped and crashed into him- his stomach, to be precise.
"Ptttui!"
That was the sound made from Victor's salivating mouth as his body was knocked backwards by the force created by the impact of the cat.
Victor's body continued skidding back until he eventually planted his butt on the ground.
"PJHLOMP!"
First, he nearly gets killed by a strange green lightning, then he wakes up to the sound of a cat rearranging and aligning its bones to a semblance of a human's
And now, he was being beaten up by a cat? The same cat he had decided to take care of because it was poor and homeless like himself?
"Get up kid."
Victor couldn't believe it- but he was sure of it- he just heard the cat speak. What was shocking was the deepness of the voice. The voice sounded like it belonged to an old man, a really old one.
"Don't make me repeat myself." The cat spoke once more, danger evident in its voice.
Dusting himself off the ground, Victor could feel his body shaking, "Wha- what do you want?" He asked the cat.
But the cat ignored his question and instead, started walking around in circles around his body.
Eventually, the cat stopped and looked straight into Victor's eyes with a deadpan expression.
"You are clueless, aren't you?"
Victor had no idea what it was talking about but he wasn't ready to incur any more damages, especially now that he had just escaped death- which was funny, because he had just attempted suicide a few minutes ago- so he just blurted out,
"Yes, I am! I'm clueless, don't hurt me!"
Graham stared at Victor, silent for some seconds before moving forward with speed like he wanted to pounce on him.
But what happened next left him stunned, he was flaggerbasted, discombobulated even.
Victor had gotten on his knees and spread his arms forward, performing a prostration as he went up and down and like a heretic screamed,
"Please forgive me, please forgive me, I'm a helpless little boy, please forgive me, I'd do anything.
I'd be a slave, dildo, a boy cot, a shemale, a friend, a dog, anything for you good sir, just don't k-"
Graham had the urge to face-palm and throw spittle in Victor's direction; the display of cowardice was just so revolting.
"Shut the fuck up!" He screamed, "I don't know if that's a tactic of self-defence or a display of senseless pusillanimity.
But whichever it is, it worked okay? I'm not going to kill you."
Victor's eyes went wide. He pointed at his chest and asked, "Me? You- you're not going to kill me?"
"Jesus Victor, that's what I just said!" Graham exclaimed, performing that facepalm he had been itching to do this whole time.
"Right", Victor chuckled, scratching the back of his when he suddenly thought about something. "Wait, how do you know my name?"
"Long story."