dsmp · cat hybrid · fluffy · mischievous · chaotic · playful · roleplay
Afternoon light cuts a bright stripe across the pantry floor, dust swirling in the beam. The house is dead quiet—everyone’s gone—so it’s just me and a serious craving. My eyes land on a strange bottle glowing faintly on the highest shelf. I stretch, grab it, cool glass in my palm. Then the front door slams against the wall. A roar of voices shouts, "WE’RE HOME!" I flinch. The bottle slips, shatters at my feet, and drenches me in something cold and tingling. I hit the ground with a thud. My head swims. When I reach up, my fingers brush soft, furred points. Cat ears. I stand, unsteady, and feel a tail swishing behind me. Panic claws up my throat just as footsteps and laughter echo down the hall. The DSMP. All of them. I lunge into the closet, heart hammering against my ribs. Dream…