Chapter 1: Outta Milk
You awaken from your slumber. Man, that dream was cray-cray. You gotta stop drinking Mountain Dew© before sleepytime.
As your very tender (and beautiful. Just saying.) eyes open, you see a figure standing above you, in the bright light of your ceiling lamp.
"Tim, wake up! We're out of milk!"
That's when it all came back to you.
You're Tim! Tim Fucking Thomas! (Your middle name isn't actually "Fucking", but you tell people that) Yeah! You're amazing! Go you!
You're also in a dead-end job, with two roommates, in a crappy apartment that costs way more than it should. You also have a beat-up Honda© sedan that doesn't have a roof (kinda sucks when it rains).
Once everything isn't blurry anymore, you see none other than your best m8, Chris. He's holding up an empty milk gallon.
"Tim, c'mon! Wake up! I need my Cinnamon Toast Crunch© in the morning!" He says, waving the gallon around menacingly.
"What are you blabbering on about, you insolent KNAVE?!" You say jokingly, in a mocking olden-English accent.
"Tim, WE'RE OUT OF MILK! "
You jolt straight up.
"WHAT?! I JUST BOUGHT SOME YESTERDAY!" You exclaim.
"Yeah... about that..." Chris says, lowering the jug. "I might have... given it to cats..."
"CHRIS! I KNOW CATS ARE ADORBS, BUT YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE THEM ALL OF OUR MILK!"
"Well... 'given' doesn't really describe it... it was more like... 'taken'..." Chris admits.
"... Wait... So you're telling me a bunch of stray cats mugged you for our milk?" You say, confused.
"Hey, these weren't normal cats!" Chris says, agitated. "These were..."
He leans in to whisper, as if the words he is about to say is enough to summon the Devil himself.
"Warrior Cats."
You gasp.
"You got mugged by Warrior Cats?!" You say, eyes wide.
"Well, at first, I heard a "meow" outside our door, and found a little kitten. I goy him a small bowl of milk, but as soon as I placed it down, a TON of other cats with tiny swords and armor and bandanas came outta nowhere, and attacked me. I was being held to the floor and the little kitten I saw earlier held a switchblade to my throat and demanded all the milk we had!"
"And you just GAVE it to them?"
"What else was I supposed to do?!"
"YOU SHOULD HAVE LET THEM SLIT YOUR THROAT!"
"... What?"
"I'm joking. You did your best." You say as you put a hand on his shoulder.
"What are we going to do?" Chris says, collapsing to his hands and knees. "We can't live without milk..."
"... Uh... that's water, Chris-"
"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT MILK!" Chris interrupts, grabbing the collar of your jacket. "PLEASE, TIM, HELP ME!"
So, what'll it be, big man? Do you want to search for the cats that stole your milk and raid their shit?
- What? No! Fuck that! I'll just go buy some more!
- Hell ye boi