"Care to dance with a god?"

by Jellyme110

Summary:

Mr ends up catching feelings, and finally works up the courage to ask the lucky lady out.
Things happen.
Also haha evil.
Chapters will be posted when they're done.
also I don't proof read this so excuse me if something doesn't make a lot of sense

Chapter 1: Care to Dance?

The elevator rattled as usual, it was rather annoying to have in the middle of a convenience store. Enphonso was smiling as normal at the cash register, MrManuverer was leaning against the wall, sleeping, and Mr was pacing back and forth like the moron it is. 

 

“Gee, Mr. What could have you so worked up that you can’t just stay still like you usually do?”

 

Enphonso asked, tilting it’s large head to the side. It was unusual for Mr to be pacing around the store in it’s more humanoid form, let alone while having it’s words be hearable to everyone considering it only communicates through telepathy. 

 

Mr snapped out of it’s trance and glared at Enphonso, staring with what seemed to be pure annoyance. It then spoke, though not through it’s mouth, but through it’s mind.

 

“ I have my reasons for what I do, Enphonso. ”

 

It’s voice was husky, low, and growled slightly. It seemed to be deep in thought about something, but due to the rock’s nearly permanent face, it was hard to read what it was thinking about,

 

“And what are your reasons?”

 

Enphonsos squeaky voice seemed to annoy Mr even further, as it continued glaring at him. Mr then sighed, fully turning it’s void-made body toward the counter, and spoke finally.

 

“ I’m experiencing, what I believe you mortals to call, a Crush. ”

 

Mr seemed embarrassed to admit this, as the energies emitting from it indicated being flustered. It’s face seemed to change slightly, with it’s eyes narrowing and it’s smile wavering. Enphonso just seemed confused, and it’s smile seemed more confused than before. He just stared at Mr, not knowing how to process any of this whatsoever. 

 

“You... Have a crush? Since when?!” 

 

Enphonso yelled, waking MrManeuverer in the process, as Mr seemed to have gotten significantly more embarrassed.

 

“ Since a while ago! And I’m only just now understanding mortal emotions.. ”

 

Enphonso was shocked, and so was MrManueverer; but after a bit, Enphonso just started laughing, and once he started laughing, ‘Maneuverer started laughing too (or at least did a motion that resembled a laugh considering he was mute). The idea of Mr, a fallen god that’s known for being a murderous rock, has a crush of all things, was absolutely hilarious. 

 

Mr just sighed in embarrassment, knowing it probably brought this upon itself. It then went back to pacing back and forth, trying to ignore the high pitched giggling from the glaggle in the background. It couldn’t help but imagine itself dancing with the cat it’s been head over heels for for these past few weeks. The hatred it feels upon it’s rocky skin every time they interact, knowing that love of that kind is forbidden and has an incredibly low chance of happening, it gave Mr a sense of excitement it hasn’t felt in far too long. 

 

Enhponso and ‘Maneuverer were now just chuckling to each other, watching Mr just pace back and forth, thinking to itself about something they could only presume to be it’s “crush.” They were just kinda whispering to each other— well, Enphonso was whispering to ‘Maneuverer— as quietly as they could to try not to interrupt Mr’s strange daydreaming. It wasn’t exactly known to be a daydreamer, so this was very funny to watch. 

 

Suddenly, the elevator seemed to start sounding like it was getting closer to this stop. Which, given the time, was expected to be empty. Mr swooped over to the elevator door, waiting for it to open. Enphonso just simply chuckled again before speaking, in a teasing manner.

 

“You gonna go ask out the lucky gal? Or are you gonna fiddle your thumbs like an idiot?” 

 

He giggled, in his usual annoying voice, as Mr sighed again. It never enjoyed Enphonsos voice, especially not now when he was actively mocking it’s emotions. Honestly, Mr couldn’t blame the fact that it was strange, but considering it was a fallen god that has literally just figured out what romantic feelings are, it expected a tad bit more respect. Mr didn’t respond though, and entered the elevator when the doors swung open to reveal the empty night time lift. 

 

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It's been an hour since Mr got on the elevator, it's cold heart beating harshly as the elevator went up and up. Mr never got feelings for anyone, let alone a woman who hates it. The fuzzy little cat that hates its guts has left a strange claw mark in Mr’s heart that left it confused, and now it's going up to confront her itself. 

 

The elevator reached level 45, which Mr could feel being the Gumball Machine it knew all too well. It's “died” many times from being in the elevator while it's at this level, and it's coincidentally exactly where it needs to go this time around.

 

The anthropomorphized yellow cat swung down from the door of the elevator, and jumped down onto her feet before she noticed who was in front of her. She was wearing her usual white lab coat with her very fake doctors Head Mirror. She was smiling as wide as she normally did, until she opened her eyes and looked at Mr. She then began growling lowly, her eyes glowing a pinkish red as they charged up.

 

“ now now, Doctor. I only wish to talk. ”

 

Mr chimed in, raising its hands in a slightly playful manner, showing its empty hands.

 

Dr. Retro seemed confused by this, but continued to charge up her attack as she responded.

 

“I have no use for people like you!”

 

Her voice was sweet, but bitter as well. Reminded Mr of some nice coffee it had at some point in its ling lifetime.

 

Retro then shot her laser eyes, aiming directly at Mr’s head, causing a cloud of smoke to occur when it seemingly teleported behind her, grabbing her neck.

 

Mr wrapped one of its arms around Retro’s waist, with its freehand being on her neck, grabbing her chin as well. Feeling the soft yellow fur it lived for destroying.

 

“ Now now kitty.. can't you be a tad bit patient with an old man? ”

 

Mr chuckled menacingly, as Retro just stared at it in shock. It never dodged her attacks, so now this was confusing. Then again she really should've predicted that something like this would occur at some point.

 

Retro growled, putting her paws onto the arm that was grabbing her neck as she tried to claw at it. It seemed to be futile though, as she couldn't make the fallen god falter from its plan. 

 

Suddenly, magical shackles appeared onto her wrists, as Mr’s hand (the one that was around Retros waist) pulled her hands away from her neck. The shackles were a deep, dull green, and glowed menacingly. Yet, something about them felt much more captivating than how Retro would expect.

 

“ Please, doctor.. I only wish to dance, even just this once..~ ”

 

Mr cooed, gripping the chains attached to Retros wrists tightly as it started causing scratches on her neck and chin from its sharp talons.

 

“You..”

 

Retro hesitated to say anything, she didn't know what to do. She felt angry, but also curious as to what was happening. This is all very new to her, especially coming from a guy like Mr. And while she had been in mildly romantic relationships in the past, this was somehow a much bigger introduction to the feelings on Mr’s part then how she thought it could try to do. Honestly, she didn't even know the old man wanted to dance.

 

Retro tried to look at Mr, and charged up her attack again; but suddenly, as if her own body was moving on her own, she was pulled away from Mr, her wrists seemingly going ten paces in the lead. She was getting pulled around like a puppet, swaying around Mr as it controlled her wrists and allowed the rest of her to try to match its vision. It seemed to also be moving around with her, in a very elegant fashion actually. Who knew gods could dance?

 

Retro had lost most of her natural balance, and was basically working on instinct alone. Which meant when Mr pulled her in, she nearly tried to kick it, every time. It didn't seem to mind though, just simply continuing the dance it started without any music. Something about this little tango felt sincere though, like it was something that was in Mr’s genuine interest. Which was a surprise, to say the least. Retro never thought of Mr as the type of guy to be romantic whatsoever.

 

The two swayed and circled around each other, their tailcoats swinging around each other, every minute the dance lasted the more Dr Retro was able to understand the rhythm. She was slowly beginning to gain her natural balance again, while Mr was just gently swaying around her, mildly controlling where her arms ended up. It was actually fairly calming for Retro to not have to worry about the choreography Mr might've had, since she was basically getting taught it through the shackles. She still hated that this was with Mr though, but she has to admit, the rock can dance nicely.

Nothing about this looked natural, yet it felt more natural than what it looked like. 

 

The dance came to a halt, Mr pulling Dr Retro in, her wrists following one of its hands that held the chains, its other hand around her waist. Mr paused basically all movement, as it just stared. It's gaze was a lot more soft then how Retro always sees it as; it didn't have this permanent smile that it was forced to have, it had a genuine look of gratification and love for what occurred just then. 

The two stared into each other's eyes, for what seemed to be forever, as both of them just took in the moment.

 

Mr suddenly sighed, as the shackles around Dr Retros wrists dissipated into thin air, and it slowly let go of her waist and backed off a bit. It seemed to have gotten embarrassed for the very forced dance, like it didn't mean to genuinely cause any real issues. It then spoke, in its usual telepathic way, its voice sounding slightly breathless and raspy.

 

“ My apologies.. I got lost in the moment, it seems. ”

 

Mr then looked away, unsure as to what to do next. It did what it wanted to, which it didn't even think it would be able to pull off that easily, and now it didn't know what to do anymore.

 

Dr Retro just stared at Mr in awe as she regained her balance; it never showed genuine emotion, and this entire scene was basically all emotion. She.. couldn't help but smile slightly. She hated what Mr had done to others, but the idea that it had genuine emotions kind of pushed that hatred to the side and reminded Retro of how she is. She wasn't exactly innocent either, after all.

 

Retro chuckled, putting her paw on her cheek as she spoke.

 

“Ah, no worries. I just.. didn't expect it from someone like you.”

 

Mr’s head snapped back, seemingly surprised that she responded so positively to this. She had hated Mr’s entire being literally ten minutes ago, and suddenly she was being soft towards it. It made its cold heart warm much more than how it was used to, as Mr felt his chest begin beating a lot harder than before; which is saying a lot considering it just danced as best as it could.

 

Dr Retro chuckled again as Mr was speechless, she could almost see its rocky head begin to turn red from embarrassment. She honestly found it a lot cuter than she gave it credit for, as she spoke in a teasing manner this time.

 

“Awe.. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

 

She snickered at her own pun; a very cat-like snicker, much more cat-like then her actual appearance. It made Mr’s heart flutter a lot more than it probably thought it could. It looked away again, one of its hands covering its face in very clear embarrassment. It didn't know what to think, or say, or do, or anything. This was completely new, in its several years of existence, it never, ever , felt like this towards anyone. It was honestly so astonished that Dr Retro even barely accepted the situation.

 

After a few moments of silence, Mr murmured in a very flustered tone compared to before. It seemed very shy all of a sudden.

 

“ I.. My apologies I just- ”

 

Mr paused, unsure of what to say next. When suddenly, Dr Retro just kind of said what it was thinking.

 

“Mr, you're a lot more easily readable when like this, yaknow.”

 

She had this smirk on her face, as if she was cocky about how flustered Mr was. It just kinda stared at her, wide eyed, unsure as to what to say now.

 

“Just come ‘ere, idiot.””

 

Dr Retro opened her arms out a bit, offering a hug to Mr. It didn’t know what to do, so it just kinda.. walked up to her, wrapped it’s arms around her, and rested in her fur. She chuckled in response, as she spoke again, rubbing the whole situation into Mr’s soul like it was something to laugh at.

 

“Yaknow, you could’ve just said somethin’. Knowing you feel emotion at all would’ve helped your case, bud.”

 

Mr didn’t respond, just digging it’s head deeper into Retro’s chest fur. It was way too embarrassing to be here. The feeling of Retros fur against it’s rocky face was a lot better than it initially thought; she was soft to the touch, similar to how people talk about Truffula Trees from the Lorax. Her arms wrapped around Mr’s small body, as she welcomed the embrace from the very flustered god. It was a cute little moment, before Mr suddenly realized the elevator’s door was closed.

 

“ Shit. ”

 

It said bluntly, releasing from the embrace as it walked over to the elevator, trying to listen to where it went. The shaft seemed to not make any noise outside of the ropes carrying the elevator up, meaning it’s already gone. It would take the entire day for Mr to be able to get back onto the elevator, let alone be able to get back to where it usually resided with Enphonso and MrManeuverer. 

 

Mr sighed, seemingly out of annoyance more than anything. It got so lost in it’s feelings that it lost track of time, and now it was stuck at a fucking gumball machine with a cat that only just now started warming up to it. This was probably the best and worst thing to happen to Mr, outside of murdering an entire cult back in 1909.

 

Dr Retro noticed Mr’s new annoyance, which was an emotion from it she was more used to, and she chuckled. She found it hilarious that Mr was now stuck with it’s supposed crush. She knew that was the case, but she didn’t have the heart to reject it yet. She wanted to know more about Mr as a person, not just a criminal. Then again, she wasn’t much better. She was a self proclaimed doctor without a medical license because of her previous jail time. 

 

She chuckled before speaking again.

 

“You really got stuck in a ball of yarn, didn’t ya?”

 

Mr sighed again, at the pun Retro made this time, as it turned around. It didn’t enjoy this, but it didn’t hate this either. The cat puns were certainly a small pet peeve of it’s though.

 

“ I suppose I do, now. As there’s no way to get down to Enphonso without possibly causing several issues in the process. ”

 

It explained, walking towards Dr Retro with it’s hand behind it’s back in a professional manner. Mr seemed to have gotten back to it’s cold composure, but it still had a small hint of softness when communicating to Retro. 

 

“ I do hope you don’t mind if I stay. ”

 

Dr Retro sighed, in a playful manner, as she readjusted her head mirror and spoke. 

 

“It’s fine, just might be a bit hard to explain next time the elevator comes around. There’s usually someone there by the evenings.”

 

Retro put her hands on her hips, as she looked Mr up and down. It was now that she realized Mr was actually wearing something different from normal. Usually, it would be wearing a black cloak; something to presumably mock the grim reaper or something. But now it was wearing a white button up shirt, a black tie, a rich brown trench coat, black dress pants, and fancy heeled shoes. It seemed a bit more casual for someone like Mr to be wearing, which should say a bit considering it’s wearing what many would consider semi-professional. 

 

Mr sighed again, walking past Dr Retro again. It was walking towards the gumball machine, which wasn’t in service at the moment, and it began walking up the ramps. Retro quickly caught up, and began to talk casually; more casually than she usually does. 

 

“Soo.. You mind explaining why you even got feelings for me?”

 

Retro gave a small pat on Mr’s shoulder, which made her remember just how small it was, as it seemed to have gotten embarrassed again. It didn’t have an immediate answer, not one that Retro could easily decipher at least, but it did respond after a bit.

 

“ I just simply am feeling new things. Things I haven’t felt for anyone, ever. Do you think it’s wrong? ”

 

Mr seemed slightly sarcastic, as if it’s question was rhetorical, but it made Retro chuckle a bit.

 

“No, I don’t think it’s wrong. I just find it funny! I’ve hated you this entire time and you suddenly come up and show that you’re not emotionless? It’s just silly.”

 

Dr Retro paused at one of the doors into the giant Gumball Machine, grabbed Mr’s elbow, and basically dragged it into the room with her. It didn’t even have time to respond to her words before basically getting dragged inside. 

 

The inside seemed to be a large circular room, mostly filled with basic living things a cat would have. A kitchen, a couch with cat scratches all over it, several human-sized cat beds that seemed to have been shredded up, toy mice and real dead mice, scratching posts, lasers pointing everywhere; just things you’d imagine a cat to have. Which seemed to also include a hamster feeder with a bunch of water in it. It was a very on-the-nose kind of room, that was basically the stereotype of a cat like Dr Retro. 

 

She quickly shut the door behind Mr once they were in the room, and then she just began walking to the couch as she spoke.

 

“Well, this is my main living space, which is coincidentally basically the only place I have for people to sleep in that isn’t my room. So, until further notice, if you want to rest, you can rest here. Got it?”

 

Mr seemed slightly confused, mostly by the amount of bright colors that it’s eyes are still trying to adjust to. It was having a hard time fully processing that it was literally invited into the home of someone who hated it with all her might. But nevertheless, it couldn’t help but have it’s gaze soften as it began wandering around the space. 

 

Dr Retro relaxed on the couch, doing the famous motion of cat kind called making Biscuits. Meanwhile, Mr was wandering around what it presumed to be the kitchen, which was actually not as barren as it thought it would be. There were various meats and cat-safe vegetables in the fridge, several different vitamin supplements and kibble types in the pantry, but despite it all there wasn’t a stove or pans or pots or anything. It was like Dr Retro didn’t cook.

 

Actually that was exactly what it was. She was a cat, and was pampering herself to healthy foods cats can eat, like chicken and pumpkin. The most strange thing was cat-safe chocolate in the pantry, and an entire box full of it. There were also a lot of jars of peanut butter and home baked cookies from the singular oven there was. There wasn’t a stove, but there was an oven. Because of-fucking-course. 

 

Mr couldn’t eat any of this, not realistically at least. It’s diet was very filling to last a while, but it mostly consisted of a lot of Iron. Quite literally. Enhponso and MrManeuverer would almost always have some supply of food Mr could “eat,” and it always contained an entire iron ingot. Of course, Mr always ate in private, so there’s no telling how it consumed the iron. Nonetheless, Mr closed the pantry, and sighed. It likely wouldn’t be eating anything during it’s time here. 

 

The next thing Mr checked out was the play area, where all of Dr Retro’s toys and stuff were. There were balls, bells, feathers, everything a cat could dream of. It was actually quite the mess, which Mr didn’t particularly like. It was always one to prefer more clean areas, despite where it’s been living for the past several years. It ignored the mess though, moving on to see the rest of the living space.

 

Meanwhile, as Mr was inspecting every little thing about the area, Dr Retro remained on the couch, resting as usual. She had worn herself out earlier with that dance, so she had peacefully drifted into a very light sleep. She was curled up, protecting her stomach, a sign that the cat isn’t entirely comfortable but is fine with the situation. She was very cute, with her chest fur being pushed up against her face as she slept.

Mr couldn’t help but notice, as it wandered over to the couch, and sat down next to Retro. It had found a book, not a recognizable one, but a book nonetheless, and it began to read. Retro moved slightly, seemingly trying to change into a more comfortable position to sleep in, and she incidentally ended up inching closer to Mr as it read. 

 

After a few moments, Mr seemingly caved into it’s personal wishes and put it’s head on Dr Retros head, petting her gently. It continued to read, while scritching the feline’s head. She began to purr after a while, which made mr’s heart flutter more than how it was used to. It seemingly got distracted from actually reading the book and got sucked into it’s own thoughts. 

 

How could this happen? How could it get so attached so quickly? How could any of this even occur?  Mr couldn’t understand itself or it’s emotions. It was swirling with so many feelings it can’t help but zone out and drown into itself. Well, who could blame it? These are completely new emotions being felt after years of godhood and cold hearted natures. Even if it was a fallen god, it still didn’t think it could feel such human emotions. And it even doubted the idea that Retro felt even slightly similar to how it was feeling towards her. Only so much of this could be believable, and yet it didn’t feel that way. 

 

What was Mr even feeling? Love? Softness? Warmth? Lust? It couldn’t tell. Well, it knew it wasn’t lust; not yet, at least. But the others it wasn’t sure. Mr wasn’t used to romantic emotions, or any positive emotions at all, and yet it felt.. happy in Dr Retros presence. Which was new, very new. It always felt annoyance, but acceptance every time she nearly killed it. Mr could very easily dodge the attack, but it always felt like a waste causing such issues. Plus, her laser eyes would cause the issue of harming the elevator, and despite Mr’s enjoyment of destruction, it has a bit more respect for the elevator than it does for most people. It also has a lot of respect towards Dr Retro, since she’s able to even harm it, which is likely where these feelings came from. 

 

After a few moments, Mr quickly snapped back to reality, looking around to see that the lights were off, and Dr Retro was gone; likely to her room. She seemed to have left a blanket on it, in which it didn’t even realize how long it had zoned out, but then again it felt like it fell asleep, actually. Nevertheless, Mr sighed, before relaxing on the couch again, wrapping the blanket around itself, and falling back asleep. 

Chapter 2: Reminders

Notes:

Not only did I not proof read this, but this was also a very rushed entry I wanted to post on the same day as the first chapter. Which means this is short. So, my apologies for a lack luster angst episode.

Dr Retro sat in her laboratory, pulling her old goggles out of a drawer she had abandoned a long time ago. The goggles always kept memories of her younger days, when she was a much more malicious cat. She used to wander the streets, cursing people out in a language she’s forgotten most of the words of, and causing generalized havoc with her inventions and other things. She’d given herself a genetic mutation to give herself laser eyes back in those days, and while she still uses them, she almost regrets all that she’d done. 

 

She was never one to look at the past, but this past day with Mr has reminded her a lot of her past. She only met Mr after she was busted out of prison and escaped to the north, but she can’t help but feel as though they were supposed to be a pair, whether rivals or lovers or allies, it didn’t matter. She felt especially connected to Mr, to a strange degree. 

 

She hated that stupid rock though, she hated it with all her might. She couldn’t be having second thoughts, now out of all times. It’s dumb smile, forceful nature, violent acts, that damned idiot even committed an act of drunk driving, which was a crime even Dr Retro had distaste for. She wasn’t one to drink, after all. 

 

Retro sighed, putting the old, blood stained goggled onto her desk as she began digging into another one of her drawers. She pulled out a small glass weed pipe, alongside a bag of homegrown Catnip. She needed to cut this habit out of her life, but it was one of the few things that cut her mind off of the thoughts she would have when reminded of her past. She never smoked outside of when she was stressed or emotional, and now she was both. 

 

She put about a teaspoon of the catnip into the pipe, although she was basically just winging how much she was adding, and grabbed one of the many lighters she had laying around her desk. She then lit the catnip, allowing the smoke to begin to flow around. She took a quick inhale with the mouthpiece, allowing her to relax a moment. The effects aren't instant, but sometimes they feel that way. This wasn’t one of those times though.

 

Dr Retro leaned back in her chair, allowing the smoke from the cheap pipe she made a few years back begin to waver around the laboratory. She hated the situation now, she hated how she was able to just simply get attached to the stupid god. She hated it; it’s voice, it’s tone, all of it. And yet she still complied to allow it into her home. There was a fallen god, IN HER HOME. By the gods she felt like an idiot. She had gotten so charmed by the stupid dance that she wasn’t even thinking rationally about it, and just let Mr into her home like it was nothing. 

 

God, she always somehow managed to be reminded of how much she hated her soft heart.

 

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Mr woke up abruptly, as the lights in the room were suddenly on as if it was nothing. It hesitantly got up, realizing it was in a new area. It didn’t remember much as to how it got here, but then again it was old so it probably should’ve guessed this. Either way, it looked towards the door, and Dr Retro was standing inside the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed and her ears drooped slightly. She seemed annoyed, it also suddenly smelled like catnip. 

 

“ Yes..? ”

 

Mr suddenly remembered that it was invited into Retro’s house, which was still surprising. Retro growled, her laser eyes powering up and pointed towards Mr; she seemed tired, much more tired than as any cat should’ve been, which made Mr.. worry? Was that the feeling it felt? Well, it had no time to debate that, as it was suddenly getting fired at by the woman it thought it had good chances with. Of bloody course yesterday was too good to be fully true. 

 

Dr Retro hissed and chased Mr around the room with her laser eyes, smoke emitting from between her gritted teeth. This was something that was a bit too obvious not for Mr to notice, but it didn’t exactly have the time to ask. It could just stand there and let Retro harm it, but that would most certainly be futile. 

 

So, Mr suddenly made the magic wrist shackles appear on Retro again, and pulled her to the ground. She wailed as she hit the floor with a thud, her claws seemingly getting sharper as she tried to claw at the floor away from the restraints. Mr had too good of a grip on her though, so all she could do was look up and continue firing lasers at it, which it seemed to dodge fairly easily. Mr then spoke, it’s smile still hadn't changed, but it sounded sincere this time. Not something out of malice, but out of care for her.

 

“ Hey.. Are you alright? ”

 

Dr Retro remained growling, but she slowly stopped charging her attack as she was basically pinned to the ground next to Mr. She hated it, she hated it with all her might. Yet when she heard it’s voice in her head, it felt so much more like someone she should care for. This sucked absolute ass for her, as she just sat there in silence and defeat, another breath of catnip-smelling smoke coming from her mouth. 

 

Mr quickly picked up on the smell, and finally kneeled down to Retros height at the moment, as it sniffed silently. She looked tired, and like she was on the verge of tears. Mr couldn’t help but feel bad. Although, it still couldn’t figure out exactly why, but in the moment, it just spoke as if it was nothing.

 

“ Hey kitty.. I mean no harm.. ”

 

Oh what was it saying, nothing could convince a cat that it wasn’t a threat considering what it’s done, and nonetheless that it felt no shame for it. But still, Mr couldn’t help but try to reassure Dr Retro that it didn’t intend to hurt her, not yet at least. 

 

This seemed to work exceptionally well, considering Dr Retro was now just laying on the floor, seemingly in a high pit of depression and stress. She seemed to be whimpering, speaking things Mr couldn’t understand because of how quiet she was. Mr just simply put it’s hand on her head, petting her gently, trying it’s best to comfort her despite everything. 

 

After a bit, Retro finally spoke up, still sounding like she can’t decide between hatred or love towards Mr.

 

“I-I’m sorry.. I just-”

 

Mr quickly shut her up, removing the shackles from her and hugging her thoughtfully. It tried to not be awkward with this, but it couldn’t help but dig it’s head into the cats soft fur. Dr Retro seemed surprised by this, but quickly accepted it and hugged Mr back, crying in it’s arms. Without much thought, she could feel her mind being invaded by Mr’s telepathy abilities, although she couldn’t help but accept it. It would make it easier for her to not have to talk about why she was so stressed.

 

Speaking of which, Mr seemed to sigh when it realized what had caused such an episode at this hour. Before long, Mr had quickly let Dr Retro get up to her full height, while she was still hunched over crying, as it simply guided her back outside. It whispered sweet subliminals into her mind, which calmed her down a bit, as Mr navigated the oversized gumball machine to where Retro’s room was. It was fairly easy to find, considering it had a giant sign in the front with her face on it. 

Mr opened the door, entering the large and dark room, closing the door behind it and Dr Retro, who seemed to be getting half asleep herself. It quickly hurried her over to her bed, placing her down lightly. Retro’s lab coat and head mirror seemed to be a mild issue for her to sleep in, at least in Mr’s eyes. And so while she was half asleep, it took initiative and removed the accessories from her furry body. Thankfully, she didn’t have many private parts that weren’t already out in the open, since she was a cat. 

Mr put Dr Retro’s clothing to the side, on one of her many desks, as it tucked her into the cat-bed shaped king sized bed that was obviously made for two people in mind. Which made Mr think for a moment.. 

 

Mr looked around the almost completely dark room, trying to find a blanket of any form. Thankfully, there was a shelf full of various blankets, all of which were incredibly soft, that it quickly took and put onto the bed. Mr then Began to take of it’s own clothing, considering it never wore them to sleep unless it passed out, like earlier. 

Mr put it’s clothing right next to where it left Retro’s, leaving it in just it’s boxers. It then walked to the side of the bed Retro wasn’t occupying, and snuggled in. It was a lot softer than how it’s sheets at it’s residence were. Mr just simply stared at Dr Retro’s sleeping body, as she seemed to be perfectly content with what was happening. Either that or she was way too exhausted to care. And with that, Mr began to sleep as well, as much as a rock could. 

Chapter 3: Plans

Mr woke up, a pain in it’s head, and a feeling of guilt all over again. It seemed to not have woken up where it fell asleep at; instead, Mr was in a white void. It had it’s human hands, human body.. Everything it had before becoming fallen. It touched it’s face, and realized that it was capable of having the smile waver, and turn into a frown. 

 

Mr touched it’s body, every part of it, trying to see if this was a dream or not but nothing was working as expected. The hair felt like fur, the skin felt like rubber, nothing felt right. It felt artificial, more so than it’s real form. 

 

Suddenly, a figure came out from the white fog around Mr, walking towards it. The figure appeared to be a large man, very holy, godlike, similar to how people would depict Zeus. The figure had long brown hair that seemed tangled yet brushed, nice tanned skin that was touched by sunlight, a white cloth draping over him like flowing water. The god seemed beautiful, but Mr knew better.

 

The figure walked up to Mr, holding his hand to it’s chin. His face was obscured by light, but he spoke nonetheless.

 

“Meteorous..”

 

Mr paused, it’s breathing stopped. It hadn’t been called that name in centuries. But now it knew what was happening, and it yelled out.

 

“Leave me be!”

 

It sounded like it was genuinely yelling through it’s mouth, in some distorted cry to get away. Mr backed up from the god, who seemed to have gotten angrier.

 

“Meteorous, you cannot escape this.”

 

The god was getting harsh, his voice getting more distorted as the light around slowly turned into pure darkness. It felt like it was engulfing Mr in what it feared, something it hated. 

 

The darkness around slowly transformed into a dark courtroom made of pure marble, with the previous god now standing at the judge stand. No one else was around, but Mr could hear the voices of the jury as it was forcibly kneeled to the ground.

 

“Please! I did no wrong!”

 

It cried, it didn’t want to relive these memories. It hated everything of this, but despite everything, the god still pointed his finger as he spoke.

 

“You, Meteorous, are a traitor. A dastardly waste of holy space. Nothing about you is redeemable. And you will be forced into an eternity in hell.”

 

The god paused as it’s pointing finger began to glow yellow.

 

“Any last words, terrorist?”

 

Mr couldn’t help but begin crying, it’s vision becoming skewed and blurry as it just screamed in agony. The laser going through it’s forehead, the eyes staring at it, it all was too much. It couldn’t be back here again, it can’t be here.

 

—----------------------

 

Mr quickly woke up, back into it’s normal void body and forced smile. It had remembered why this was the form it was forced to be in, and now it hated it even more. Every time that moment would replay in Mr’s head, it hated how immature it’s young self was. By human standpoints, Mr was a teenager during that time, and now it was closer to middle aged.

 

Mr looked to it’s side, noticing how Dr Retro was staring back at it. She seemed worried, and just continued staring as Mr’s smile quickly became forced into it’s normal state instead of being faltered. 

 

“ Good morning.. ”

 

It said, telepathically, and it sighed. Mr seemed more tired than before, which wasn’t a surprise considering it rarely had dreams in the first place, the few times it did dream were always replays of the same events. 

 

Dr Retro pounced onto Mr, causing it to lay back down onto the bed forcibly. She then just simply, layed on top of it. She was significantly taller than Mr, but also a bit lighter, so it could handle the pressure. Retro then spoke, in a calming voice.

 

“You had a nightmare, didn’t you?”

 

She sounded sincere as she laid there, her fur gently brushing against Mr’s magic skin. It couldn’t help but feel itself blushing, despite the fact that it couldn’t really. 

 

“ It’s nothing to worry about.. ”

 

“Oh no, no that’s not how we treat nightmares here.”

 

Dr Retro seemed stern as she spoke, gently wrapping her arms around Mr’s, cold, squishy form. It wasn’t exactly the most fit man ever, after all. 

 

“You are to accept my comfort, no matter what happened for a nightmare to occur.”

 

Mr sighed again, feeling the pressure of Retros weight, and it just hesitantly wrapped it’s arm around her. It still couldn’t believe she was so willing to accept a man like it, but it supposed that she just felt pity, as no woman would realistically enjoy it’s company. Let alone a woman like Dr Retro. 

 

God, it was pathetic.

 

It was allowing a cat to take over it’s rational brain, the one that knew no one would love a traitor like itself. It just didn’t have the heart to push her off of it’s body.

 

Mr leaned it’s head back, trying it’s best to relax in the circular bed, as Dr Retro went back into her light slumber. She was able to sleep much easier, due to how much of a light sleeper she was. Mr, on the other hand, stayed awake, unable to try to bother to sleep. It stayed up, thinking of everything that’s happened in the past day, this time with it’s rational brain. 

 

None of this was realistic, nothing could be happening if Retro truly knew Mr. She hated it, and for good reason. No one would care for a fallen god like it, let alone one that was cast out for being insane. It couldn’t help itself, and despite it’s low amount of guilt for it’s actual actions, Mr felt guilt for doing so much worse when it was young and still allowed to be holy. Now it was nothing but a hollowed rock of it’s former self, unable to even do things without people fearing it. 

Mr has fallen into this persona so hard during it’s teenage years that it’s still stuck in it, just harming anyone in it’s way and causing havoc as if it was nothing. It hated it, but it loved it as well. It had mixed feelings about it’s actions, knowing things are it’s fault but not feeling guilt for any of it. 

 

Mr sighed, trying to just fall into the bed further out of shame. It wasn’t fit for any of this, it and Retro were meant to be rivals, and yet it’s cold heart was warming at such a rapid rate that it was becoming soft. For the several centuries Mr has been around, whether when it was holy or not, it always felt cold inside; emotionless, apathetic, the whole nine yards. But now…

 

Oh whatever, it could always just leave if things go south. There was no point in quitting Mr’s plans now, considering it’s already gotten pretty far. 

 

Mr sighed again, before slowly trying to fall back asleep for the rest of the morning.

 

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Enphonso and MrManeuverer were sitting back at the convenience store. It had been an entire day since Mr went onto the elevator, and now it had gone MIA (Missing In Action). 

Maneuverer sighed, sweeping the store as usual. It was all he really could do, after all, since talking wasn’t an option. Enphonso seemed to be getting more and more annoyed the longer Mr was gone, before it suddenly yelled.

 

“Alright! Where the bloody hell did that fucker go?!”

Enphonso screamed, it’s high pitched voice piercing Maneuverers (non existent) ears as it slammed it’s fist onto the counter. It then began to ramble to itself.

 

“That damned rock should’ve been back down here by now! It’s been a whole day! If that fucker doesn’t come back here soon I don’t know how we’re supposed to get any income from that damned shitstain of a cult.”

 

Maneuverer seemed to be uninterested in Enphonsos yelling, as it was just floating back and forth behind the cash register, ranting about the cult. He honestly keeps forgetting about the cult, considering it’s more of a scholarship paying for the store more than anything. With Mr around and it’s god-like influence causing a cult to sponsor the place, Enphonso has been able to semi-plan what to do with the place. But if Mr leaves for that damned cat, everything about the store is fucked and all sponsors will go to where Mr is. Maneuverer couldn’t really care less, since he was the one doing most of the negotiating with the cult that can’t let go of the damned rock no matter what happens to it.

 

Enphonso was especially pissed that it was getting ignored now, and yelled loudly.

 

“Don’t ignore me! You’re the one who can negotiate with those fuckers! YOU go and tell that bastard to come down here and attract customers!”

 

MrManeuverer sighed, as much as the mouthless man could, and he leaned the broom against the wall, before walking over to the closed elevator. It sounded like it was on it’s way up, meaning it was his time to try to negotiate for the millionth time this week. Except, this time, it was with the god he “worshiped.”

 

—-------------------

 

Dr Retro woke up an hour ago, specifically to get things she thought Mr could eat. But then again, she realized she had only actually talked to it for a day and a half, so it was useless nonetheless. 

 

She sighed, opening the pantry and grabbing the bag of kibble and pouring some into her cat-bowl. Which she constantly had to explain to guests, was different from a normal bowl. She then opened the fridge, getting out a bunch of specially made milk, made for cats. She knew it was technically still bad for her because of the lactose but she didn’t necessarily care enough. She poured the milk into the bowl of kibble, grabbed the bowl and sat down onto the couch. She then began to eat out of it. No spoon, just mouth. She was good at eating with just her mouth, after all. She didn’t need extra dishes if she was clean enough already. 

 

After a bit, Mr seemed to walk into the living space as well. It was in the same attire as yesterday, and it seemed to be unbothered by just kinda being there as it closed the door behind it. As Mr looked around, it seemingly got a lot more flustered though looking at Dr Retro.

 

She hadn’t put her lab coat on, so she was basically naked, on the couch, peacefully eating out of her bowl of kibble with milk that was a desperate attempt at cereal. She turned over to look at Mr and smiled warmly before going back to eating. Meanwhile, Mr was just trying to get the courage to tell her to cover up, out of it’s moral code wanting decency. But something in the back of it’s mind wanted her to stay that way, which was the main reason why it was having issues. 

 

Dr Retro seemed to notice Mr staring at her, and chuckled in response. She stopped licking at the milk in the bowl, and turned her head to speak.

 

“You know I can feel your stares at me. You arn’t that good at hiding your simping.”

 

Mr jumped slightly upon being called out, and looked away. It was getting even more embarrassed now. It covered it’s eyes, feelings how warm it’s rocky head had gotten, as it responded in a shy voice.

 

“ My apologies.. I– ”

 

“It’s fine, Mr. I don’t mind much. I’m a cat, after all. I’m meant to be free.”

 

Retro chuckled, sipping on the milk a bit more. Mr hesitantly went back to staring at her, it was almost obvious how red it’s face would be if it weren’t for being a rock. It was honestly really cute to see. Having a supposedly powerful fallen god get so flustered over an anthropomorphized cat letting her parts be free was cute, and it was nice to note that Mr had some decency. 

 

Mr slowly started to walk towards the couch, sitting next to Dr Retro, still trying to avoid staring at her too intently. She leaned back, drinking the rest of the leftover milk, letting the milk drip down her chin slightly. She then licked her lips and wiped her chin, putting the bowl down beside her. Retro’s tail whipped over towards Mr, gently caressing it’s face, which made it even more flustered. 

 

“ Do you mind..? ”

 

Mr mumbled, having very conflicting thoughts now. It’s rational side said to stop this, let go of her, and move on with it’s duties. But the emotional side, that was very silent until recently, was begging– no, pleading for this to continue. For it and Retro to get closer, and maybe have something to continue this loop of a fallen life for.. 

 

Dr Retro seemed to notice how complex Mr’s thoughts were, considering it’s smile was wavering heavily, mixing from a soft smile to a confused smile to a cold smile rapidly, over and over again. Mr’s brain could obviously not process this properly anymore. She then chuckled again, her tail whipping around playfully.

 

“Alright alright.. Sorry.”

 

She smirked, her tail flicking in front of her and covering her up slightly. It wasn’t much, but it was the best she could do considering she didn’t have her lab coat at the moment. 

 

“ It’s fine it’s just.. Not yet. ”

 

Mr remained holding it’s face, it’s talons trying to dig into it’s surface. It was a lot more embarrassed than it really gave credit for, which meant its emotions were winning in the long run. But still, it was too early to do anything yet.

 

The two stayed quiet, relaxing in their own ways. Dr Retro was messing around with a ball of yarn, while Mr was reading the book it picked up from Retro’s bookshelves yesterday morning. Suddenly, Retro seemed to have gotten an idea, as her ears perked up.

 

“Hey.. You wanna do somethin’ tonight?”

 

She asked, turning towards Mr, putting the yarn on her lap to avoid embarrassment from it, who paused in reading it’s book.

 

“ I’m listening. ”

 

“Well.. Why don’t we go on a date? It’s the Purr-fect time to do it, after all!”

 

Dr Retro snickered in a cat-like way, watching Mr’s face seemingly start glowing red out of embarrassment. The rock had likely never been on a date, which really wasn’t a big surprise considering how it’s been reacting to retro’s subtle flirting. She was much more used to this than it was. 

 

Mr was wide eyed, and unsure as to how to respond. At first, it wanted to scream yes, but then it’s rational thinking came back and said maybe. This could’ve been some big ploy to get it away from it’s major goal; but honestly it didn’t care about that anymore. It had a reason to avoid being sadistic, even if it was the first. 

 

Mr stammered, unable to fully form a sentence, but after it audibly gulped (as well as a rock with a detached body could gulp), it finally mumbled.

 

“ That would be nice.. ”

Mr closed the book, placing it on it’s lap as it looked down shyly. It didn’t know what else to say, but it’s answer seemed to be enough for Dr Retro to rub her face on it’s shoulder. She chuckled once it realized, and quickly stopped.

 

“Why don’t we go to a restaurant? I know a few that the elevator can get us to.”

 

Mr just simply nodded, it wanted to scream like a crazy man getting proposed to, or a teenage girl who is very normal about a fictional character. It couldn’t believe that it was getting asked out on a date; or even being hung out with at all! Mr just simply mumbled, trying not to show it’s obvious embarrassment.

 

“ Yes. That would be good. ”

 

Dr Retro smirked, getting up from the couch and walking towards the door in a sassy way, her tail gently whipping at Mr’s face as she spoke.

 

“Then it’s settled. We’ll go out in an hour. I need to get ready. Go ahead and prep yourself up a bit, will ya?”

 

She then left, closing the door behind her, leaving Mr to it’s own devices. 

After a few moments, Mr suddenly went face first into a throw pillow that was on the couch, and screamed as hard as inside it’s mind as it could, replicating the classic way teenagers would scream into the pillow to let out any and all emotion. Due to how Mr talked though, it had to be internal, as telepathy is the only way for it to talk. 

 

This evening was going to be quite the doozy, wasn’t it?

Chapter 4: the date

Dr Retro knocked on the door to the living space she had, Mr opened the door. It was wearing something fairly similar to before, just a bit less messy and blood stained. Honestly it was a surprise to see that Mr somehow looked more professional than it’s previous outfit did. But it was nothing compared to Retro’s outfit. 

 

She was wearing a lovely velvet red dress, small slip-on heels on her bottom paws, with her fur perfectly brushed, including her chest fur, which was pushed up slightly from the dress. She also had round glasses, likely prescription based considering her eyes seemed bigger when looking into them. Nevertheless, she was gorgeous in Mr’s eyes, almost way too gorgeous for it to comprehend. 

 

Mr’s face was as bright red as a rock could be, and it’s eyes were wide, with it’s smile turning nervous. It was speechless, completely unable to form words without it sounding awkward. So, it just chuckled shyly, staring in awe of the woman in front of it, who looked amused by it’s flustered response.

 

Dr Retro smirked, before wrapping her arm around Mr’s, dragging it out of the room and it’s flustered state, closing the door behind them both. She then spoke in a sweet voice, sounding like this was definitely in her best interest. 

 

“Come on, Darlin’. We wouldn’t wanna miss our chances, would we?~”

 

She snickered, while basically dragging Mr down the ramp of the Gumball Machine. Mr was way too stunned to not just accept what was happening to it, and just allowed itself to be dragged around by the arm. 

 

Once they had gotten down there, the Elevator seemed to have already come up, the doors wide open, as they both entered just before it left. The gentle rattling of the elevator going up with the old pulley system that has been on this magic ride for centuries. 

 

Retro gently held Mr in her arm, pulling it slightly closer to her, which seemed to make the god a bit more red than before. This was obviously way too much for Mr to handle right now, but not in a negative way, it just couldn't process anything at the moment. 

 

—----------

 

The two finally made it to the floor they were waiting for, and Dr Retro gently held Mr and guided it towards the fancy restaurant like you would see in your average romance movie.

 

The restaurant wasn't exactly what rich people would consider “fancy,” as it was basically just a knock off cheesecake factory, but it was the closest thing this elevator had that didn't require trying to find the lobby to leave the elevator in general. Either way, the two entered the restaurant, immediately going to the hostess stand.

 

The Hostess glanced up at Dr Retro and Mr briefly, before looking back to her little tablet in the stand, and then taking a second glance at Mr; this time it was out of fear of it. She then cleared her throat and welcomed the two, with fear in her voice.

 

As Dr Retro and the Hostess were communicating about the table they were going to sit at, Mr couldn't help but glance around the area to see a few familiar faces. There was that strange, hairy detective lady sitting with a banana banana-dog-centaur-hybrid woman, a mannequin at the bar, a weird woman in a purple tophat sitting by herself, and that beetle-guest guy that is always heartless; Mr never bothered to try to remember the names of any of them, considering everyone here probably would run and hide upon seeing it. 

 

The thought of them all running just by seeing Mr brought it a small flash of pride, it's smile widening before Dr Retro suddenly pulled it the opposite direction from where it was looking.

 

The two sat down, at a very nice section of the restaurant, almost as if the Hostess purposely chose this spot not to piss the powerful duo off. Dr Retro opened the menu quickly, before noticing that there wasn't a very good supply of options for her that wouldn't risk death. Mr looked at the menu as well, and although it didn't need to worry as much, most mortal food didn't give it enough energy as would be preferable, but it was whatever. 

 

“Yaknow, I don't know why I expected these options to be good..”

 

Retro muttered, slowly getting a bit annoyed by what the menu was offering. Mr glanced over the menu a bit faster, before noticing that there was an entire section specifically for animal-based folks who couldn't eat specific things. There was one item that seemed particularly good; the Chicken Alfredo with no Garlic, and a special kind of parmesan that has close to no lactose. Mr then spoke to Retro telepathically, in a calm voice.

 

“ The chicken alfredo at the back of the menu seems safe. ”

 

Retro then skipped the rest of the menu to check the back of it, being met with the animal-safe options. Her face reddened a bit in embarrassment for her getting annoyed so fast, and she chuckled.

 

“Oh yeah, it does sound good..”

 

Mr’s smile turned a bit softer as it went back to the rest of the menu, specifically the alcoholic drinks. During its lifetime it's found that mortal alcohol has no effect on it, which means it can savor the flavor without being worried about becoming a drunken idiot. 

 

A waiter walked by, glancing slightly at the two as they looked over the menus further, and the waiter made a very obvious double take. Not only was Dr Retro a known criminal that had been out of jail for years, but she was with Mr; THE Mr. The waiter stopped staring as soon as Mr head turned slightly towards him, and he speed walked away out of pure fear.

 

After a few minutes, another waiter came up, who seemed a little bit less nervous than the one from before, and quickly took the two’s orders.

 

“May I start you two with some drinks?”

 

Dr Retro skimmed the drinks briefly as Mr spoke up, freaking the waiter out with its telepathic ways of communicating.

 

“ I’ll have a Black Russian. Extra ice. ”

 

The waiter regained his composure and wrote the order down, as Dr Retro then gave her order.

 

“I’ll just have green tea, no caffeine.”

 

The waiter then jotted her order down before speaking again.

 

“Alright, those’ll come up for ya in a few minutes.”

 

and he went off, walking away as fast as an underpaid employee would be willing to.

 

Mr chuckled at how nervous all of the employees seemed to be when they walked by it and Dr Retro; it gave Mr a sense of pride to be this powerful over others. But that wasn't the main goal of tonight, was it? 

 

Mr looked back over the menu, deciding that nothing was interesting almost at all. Mr didn't eat human food much, so it didn't know what a good chunk of these foods would even taste like. But, it then just went “fuck it” and chose to just fucking starve. It was a semi-immortal god, after all. There was no use for eating if it barely mattered.

 

Dr Retro had decided on the Chicken Alfredo, but she also seemed to notice how Mr was uninterested in the food, which she seemed a tad bit annoyed about.

 

“Do you know what you're gonna eat?”

 

She asked, with a slight undertone of her temperance.

 

“ I— ”

 

“Don't tell me you ain't eating, rock boy. I don't care how you eat, you just gotta eat.”

 

Mr was a tad bit annoyed that it was interrupted, but honestly it didn't have the energy to fight back. Nor the heart to, for that matter. Dr Retro was way too stubborn and dominant for Mr to just reject her words. So, it sighed, and spoke again.

 

“ Fine.. I’ll just get chicken strips then.. ”

 

Mr sounded slightly sarcastic, but it still sounded like it was being honest. This made Retro snicker, which wasn't all that much of a surprise on her part.

 

The waiter came back to the table with the drinks; a Black Russian (Vodka mixed with black coffee), and a very cold glass of (unsweetened) green tea. He then pulled out the little notebook again.

 

“Do you two have ideas for food yet?”

 

Dr Retro smirked slightly, getting reminded of what Mr was gonna eat, before answering the Waiter.

 

“Yes. I’ll have the animal-safe Chicken Alfredo, and it’ll have the chicken strips.”

 

The waiter paused for a moment processing, before quickly just regaining composure and jotting the order down. He then took the menus, and wandered off.

 

Mr seemed embarrassed about ordering chicken strips; it was basically the only food it could recognize the flavor profile of and even then this was going to be a gamble considering every restaurant had a different breading recipe. Mr would never describe itself as a picky eater, but it did prefer knowing the flavors of the ingredients before getting a food with them mixed together. 

 

Dr Retro sipped on her cold glass of tea, savoring the unsweetened flavors. She liked when tea was bitter, considering it was the safest she could get without consuming possibly artificial sweeteners. She then spoke, as Mr began sipping from its drink.

 

“So.. what exactly made you choose me, of all people?”

 

She seemed genuinely curious as to why Mr even engaged this. The question seemed to make Mr a bit flustered, but it answered in an honest and sincere “voice.”

 

“ Well.. It's a tad bit embarrassing but— ”

 

“I promise I won't judge, hun.”

 

“ —I’m pretty sure I got attached from how you hated me.. ”

 

Mr set its glass down, covering its face with it's hand, showing that if it weren't for being a rock, Mr would be blushing very heavily right now. Speaking of which, Dr Retro’s face also reddened slightly. She was showing an expression of surprise, but she slowly started chuckling in a playful manner. 

 

“You- you liked me wanting you dead??”

 

She snickered some more, barely being able to contain her laughter in front of the entire restaurant. Mr sighed, feeling its head get warm again. It's been blushing a lot recently, and it's very embarrassing to say the least. 

 

“Oh my god.. that's- that's hilarious coming from you, Mr.”

 

Retro was basically just rubbing the fact in even further, her face reddening a bit more at the idea. She suddenly had an idea, and spoke again.

 

“So.. in that case, would you prefer me to be evil?~”

 

Mr stayed silent, feeling its face get warmer. It just shyly chuckled, before responding in a slightly more dominant, yet respectful tone.

 

“ I would love it, dear.. It's only if you’d wish to, though. ”

 

Something about Mr was that it was definitely a gentleman, with some serious respect towards people it likes. Towards your average guy? Yeah, Mr couldn't care less about them. But towards Dr Retro? It was a completely different story. A very charming one at that.

 

Mr took a sip from its drink, the liquid seemingly just disappearing as soon as it touches its mouth, as Retro spoke again.

 

“Well, just because I’m a woman of STEM doesn't mean I have to use my knowledge for good..~”

 

Her voice was very seductive sounding, especially with Mr, who was obviously holding onto its stoic composure by a fucking thread. Retro chuckled, before speaking again.

 

“Ya’know, it's honestly funny how I went from hardcore mechanics and unethical sciences to medicine of all things..”

 

She paused, taking a sip of her tea.

 

“It would make people whisker about me back in the day, actually.”

 

Oh god damnit she made a pun. But, despite Mr’s distaste for puns, it chuckled. It seemed to have subconsciously decided that puns were fine if Dr Retro was the one making them. 

 

“ Really.? I never heard of your sciences. ”

 

It responded, clearly intrigued now.

 

“Well, back when I was a younger feline, I would constantly use machines at strange experiments to do whatever I pleased. Of course, I ended up in prison, and I regret those days heavily now, but it certainly was a fun time.”

 

Dr Retro sighed, remembering her good days, as she sipped on her cold tea. 

 

“ ..Then how did you get a medical license? ”

 

“Oh, I don't. I’m self taught.”

 

“ Wait- what? ”

 

Mr was astonished, and also mildly concerned. a self-taught doctor, that it assumed would have a medical degree or something but- no. Apparently not. Mr was always under the impression Dr Retro had a license to do her healing so now it's world was flipped onto its head.

 

Mr’s wide eyes and flabbergasted smile was enough to make Retro burst out laughing, but she quickly quieted down to avoid backlash from other people in the restaurant.

 

“I- tehaha- I learned medicine while in jail.”

 

She snickered.

 

“Did you think I would genuinely be able to do what I do when I was in literal prison for several years?”

 

Mr paused, it never really thought of that. Dr Retro never mentioned being an ex-criminal until like- today. So it never really crossed Mr’s mind that she might've not had a legal license to do anything she did; including any unethical experiments. And plus, Mr wasn't any better either; it killed hundreds upon thousands of people in the past decade, not mentioning how many it killed in the previous century. 

 

“ Touché. ”

 

Dr Retro laughed at this, before quickly regaining her composure and sipped on her tea as the food finally came around. The waiter quickly walked off as soon as he put the food down, deciding that he didn't want to interact with the two anymore.

 

Dr Retro and Mr ate; Retro taking small bites, while Mr was basically inhaling food. Quite literally. All food items that touched Mr’s mouth (specifically the part that's carved inward) disappeared as it pushed the food against its face. It was like a void, but it was rock. Retro didn't seem to mind though, just simply smiling as she took small bites in comparison to how Mr was eating.

 

The two didn't talk much for the rest of the date, considering both of them were fairly flustered; specifically Mr, who was still holding onto itself by a thread.

 

By the time they left, the elevator was open, to reveal several hooded figures, all of which looked at Mr, their eyes piercing into its soul. It seemed worried now, it's smile wavering very drastically from how it was literally two seconds ago.

 

—------------

 

Enphonso was wandering the convenience store, unable to have enough patience to wait for Mr or Maneuverer or the cult. It was all bullshit, in Enohonso’s eyes. Why was everyone gone for so long? This wouldn't get any foot traffic, let alone anyone who would buy a bunch of things.

 

This plan of Mr’s was failing Enphonso, miserably. And if Mr doesn't come back within the next day, Enphonso will have to make it pay rent for the first time in its life(s).

 

This was the last strike, and it's now very clear Enphonso doesn't like simps.

Notes:

the ending to this was lazby im sorri :((

Chapter 5: Cultists

MrManeuverer silently stepped out of the elevator, his arms behind his back, and in his usual cloak. He tapped his wrist a few times, before quickly going up to Mr and grabbing it by it’s wrist, pulling it towards the elevator. Mr very violently ripped it’s hand away from him though, and it gave a death glare as it spoke.

 

“ I’m not going anywhere.. ”

 

Maneuverer seemed displeased by this, and did a few hand signals towards Mr that Dr Retro couldn’t comprehend, but Mr did. It growled lowly, it’s smile still forced onto it’s face, but a look of pure annoyance was very clear. Maneuverer didn’t take this as an answer though, and simply grabbed Mr by the wrists again and began pulling it towards the elevator, again. 

 

“Wait a bloody moment!”

 

Dr Retro quickly butted in, pulling both Mr and Maneuverer away from the elevator as she yelled.

 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing you cuck?!”

 

Her face was scrunched as she held Maneuverer by the collar of his cloak. He seemed uninterested in this though, and simply snapped his fingers, making one of the shaded cultists run up and speak for him.

 

“We are the Cult of the Meteor, and we’ve been informed that our lord leaving his premises is unacceptable.”

 

The cultist started, Mr’s face becoming a bit more paranoid as it heard how it was referred to. 

 

“So, in turn, we require that you allow us to escort our lord back to where he is safe and sound.”

 

“Like hell if I’ll let you do that..”

 

Dr Retro growled, before throwing MrManeuverer onto the Cultist, while grabbing Mr herself. It seemed a bit startled, but fine nevertheless. It did enjoy this showcasing of strength from it’s date though.

 

Maneuverer, despite having no mouth or anything, groaned as he got back up. He then pointed a ritual dagger at Dr Retro, which signaled all of the other cultists to start running towards her. Retro suddenly picked Mr up, and started bolting away from the attackers, who are now seemingly very fucking pissed. 

 

“You mind explaining what the fuck is up with those bastards?!”

 

Retro exclaimed, holding Mr close to her as she ran. It was like Mr weighed nothing to her, which was very interesting in it’s eyes.

 

“ It’s a long story, really. And one that I don’t like talking about at that matter. ”

 

Mr replied, looking towards the cultists with a face of annoyance. Usually it was allowed to do whatever, but it was also usually back at the Convenience Store by now, so this really should’ve been predictable.

 

Dr Retro sighed, before turning a few harsh corners to get the cult off their tail for a moment. She put Mr down like you would with a cardboard cutout, and reached into her chest fluff, pulling out a pair of rusty goggles that looked like they got scrubbed quite vigorously earlier today. Retro put the goggles on, before reaching back into her chest and pulling out a pocket knife.

 

“ ..And why do you have those in your fur..? ”

 

Mr asked, in a mildly sarcastic but also confused and concerned tone.

 

“The better question is; how easy are these guys to kill?”

 

Retro replied, looking over her shoulder near the edge of the wall to scope the area briefly.

 

“ Well… I don’t have a clue. I don’t particularly care for these fools, and so I just don’t bother with them. They’re likely just as vulnerable as most fleshy mortals though. ”

 

Mr sighed, not enjoying that it’s question was completely brushed off. But then again it did brush off one of Retro’s questions earlier so it probably checked out.

 

“Alright, do you think you can back me up if necessary?”

 

“ Why? I highly doubt you can even handle all of them with just a knife. ”

 

“You forget why I went to jail. Just back me up, dork.”

 

Dr Retro then flung out, her eyes glowing bright pink, as she quickly ran towards the cultists that had split up to find the two.

 

Mr also came out of the little hiding spot, but a little bit more nonchalantly. It was more interested in observing how it’s date fought more than anything now. She was surprisingly very well coordinated, and everything she did looked like she had choreographed this exact fight in the past. It was much more interesting than what Mr was doing when a cultist tried to get close to it; which was just punching them really fucking hard in the gut. Almost all of the cultists were immune to Mr’s magic attacks due to some bullshit not even it knows about, so punching would have to work. 

 

Dr Retro was handling the situation nicely, until she was suddenly grabbed from behind by two large hands. She looked behind her to see a very large, almost deformed cloaked man grabbing her by the wrists, and then she was thrown towards MrManeuverer. 

 

She tried to get up, but she was suddenly kicked to the ground and she felt a pair of handcuffs click around her wrists. She was then suddenly pulled up by her arms, and basically dragged over to the elevator. 

 

Mr was trying to get to Dr Retro, but the cultists were pushing it back, yelling at it in a language it didn’t understand. It tried to desperately get past them all, but it was like they had started to swarm it like a bunch of angry wasps. 

 

The Cultists suddenly started running to the elevator, just before it closed. Mr tried to follow suit, but it closed before it could get in.

 

“ RETRO! ”

 

Mr cried, banging on the elevator door, listening to the sound of the elevator leaving, alongside Dr Retros various yells.

 

It stood there, it’s smile wavering more than it had ever before. It just simply stared at the reflection of itself on the elevator door, a small white dot beginning to flicker where it’s pupil would be. Mr’s expression turned stern, it’s smile becoming more like a straight line than anything, as it stared at the reflection of itself.

 

After several moments of silence, Mr suddenly punched the elevator door, bursting the metal to show a hole leading to the empty shaft. It clawed at the door, ripping it open, feeling it’s permanent smile finally turn into a full face of pure rage. Once it had turned the door to shreds, Mr jumped into the empty shaft, it’s claws attaching to one side of the vertical hall, as it slid down with a ear piercing screeching sound.

 

If there’s any place Mr knew, it was the place where an entire cult was about to be murdered by their martyr.

 

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“Let me go you fucking bastards!”

 

Dr Retro has been yelling profanities for the entire time she has been here, and has consistently tried to use her laser eyes on everyone to no real avail. She had been pushed against the elevator door, with MrManeuverer pushing his back against hers to preserve her dignity from the others. He may have been a preacher for a cult but he certainly wasn’t a monster. 

 

Either way, the elevator door opened, making Retro fall onto her face on the cold tile floors. She groaned, trying to get up on her own, but quickly was helped up by a pair of large yellow hands.

 

“Well well, you sure don’t look like a happy customer!”

 

Enphonso squealed, getting Dr Retro to her feet as it turned it’s large orb form towards Maneuverer.

 

“Why is she here?”

 

Maneuverer did some simple sign language, that Retro understood as “She is the date of the meteor,” in which she assumed he was talking about Mr. 

 

“Ah, that dumbass rock.. Where is he anyways?”

 

Enphonso responded, sounding as unenthusiastic as a gaggle could. Retro seemed a bit concerned on how everyone referred to Mr as a “he,” despite literally everything she knew about it. She just assumed that these dumbasses didn’t understand that Mr didn’t have much gender aside from “rock” at this point. 

 

MrManeuverer did some more sign language, and Enhponso sighed. It rubbed what would be it’s forehead if it weren’t for being a giant yellow orb with a face plastered on it.

 

“Of bloody course you left the fucker there.. Why wouldn’t you do the ONE THING I asked you to do?!”

 

Enphonso then slapped Maneuverer, who barely responded to such a large hand slapping him. Enphonsos face was filled with pure annoyance and hate, but the cultists were more inclined to move Dr Retro to a different space; specifically an area behind the cash register. She silently, and hesitantly, obliged, hearing Enphonso continue to scream at the preacher.

 

The room Dr Retro was taken to was a large basement looking space with a bunch of benches and a stage with a shrine on it, likely trying to imitate a church of some kind. The shrine just had a giant rock on it, with a really poorly done smiley face on said rock,

 

“Yeesh.. Don’t even have the budget to get carving tools?”

 

Retro retorted, before being pushed onto the stage by one of the cultists.

 

“Xhut up you! You!...”

 

The cultist stopped talking, trying to think of a comeback before the cultist next to them spoke up.

 

“You pussy!”

 

They then both laughed, as Dr Retro hissed and fired a laser at them. 

 

Before long, Retro was chained up, her arms facing the ceiling, with a big blanket with holes in it wrapped around her, and her eyes were covered by a rocky blindfold that was really uncomfortable to wear. She couldn’t see jack, and she couldn’t open her eyes either due to the rock. So, she had basically no way to defend herself.

 

A few moments later, MrManeuverer and Enphonso entered the room, Enphonso staying near the door, while Maneuverer walked down the hall, his heeled shoes clicking semi-pleasantly. He stopped walking once he was in front of the stage, and he began doing small gestures that one of the nearby cultists translated.

 

“You, ma’dam, are now in ownership of the Cult of the Meteors. You are to state your name, occupation, race, sex, age, and any information that would be useful to us.”

 

Dr Retro stayed silent, before spitting in front of her, which was conveniently right on Maneuverer's cheek. He wiped the spit off his cheek, making a few more motions for the cultist to translate.

 

“You sure are the stubborn one. No wonder the Meteor chose you.”

 

The cultist's voice sounded familiar, but Dr Retro could place a paw on it. Nevertheless, she growled, staying silent outside of her semi-verbal signs of aggression. The cultist then translated something further.

 

“If you wish, we can harm you in order to get the information we need. We doubt the Meteor would care that much, after all.”

 

Retro paused, a slight wave of paranoia coursing through her. She couldn’t let this shit happen, could she..?

 

“..Fine.”

 

She responded quietly. She didn’t like this, but she couldn’t help but oblige. She was helpless, after all.

 

“Doctor Antonia Retro, ex-criminal scientist and self taught doctor, Female, 36, and i’m not giving you anything more.”

 

One of the other cultists wrote all of that down on a flimsy piece of paper, while the previous one continued to translate whatever MrManeuverer was signing.

 

“Welcome, Miss Antonia–”

 

“Just call me Dr Retro.”

 

“– it is quite the pleasure to have you here.”

 

After a solid minute of silence, the cultist spoke up again, this time, on their own behalf.

 

“Now, I believe it’s about time we finally get to interrogate someone, Priest.”

 

Maneuverer was silent, but nodded and allowed the other cultists to gather some supplies as he signed and a cultist translated.

 

“To you, Antonia, we worry that there won’t be anything left of you if the Meteor doesn’t appear in the next hour. We hope you have more flesh than fur on that body of yours.”

 

The cultist, and Maneuverer technically, laughed, in probably the most stereotypical villain laugh Dr Retro has heard in a long while. It also pissed her off that now she was being referred to by her first name, which she always found more professional than what everyone calls her. Not like she tells anyone her first name unless it’s for reasons similar to this. 

 

After a while, a scream could be heard outside. It didn’t sound exactly like a scream though, more like a screech, a screech from metal being clawed up by a rough hand. As the sound got louder, and large banging and screeching came from where the elevator was, the rock blindfold on Dr Retro seemed to just simply.. Disintegrate into sand, allowing her to see the fear on everyone's faces. Enphonso seemed especially scared, quivering in one of the corners of the room, while the cultists who were gathering items were staring intently at the door. 

 

After a minute, the loud sounds seemed to have stopped, and MrManeuverer just simply.. Carried on. He picked up one of the various items, tapping his wrist in a very fast and rhythmic pattern, indicating one of the cultists to come and translate.

 

“Now, let’s start, shall we?..”

 

The cultist’s words trailed off as their focus went towards a very.. VERY pissed off Mr. Maneuverer slowly turned around, seeing the short god, floating to be taller than him, as he suddenly jumped back and swung the ritual dagger he was holding towards it. Mr very easily blocked the attack, it’s bright white pupil glowing in a stark contrast to the lighting in the rest of the room. It was frowning, a very angry frown, that scared everyone in the room. 

 

Mr held the ritual knife’s blade in it’s hand, before crushing it like a weak tin can, and speaking in a very distorted, and menacing way.

 

“ What are you starting…? ”

 

Suddenly, Mr picked MrManeuverer up by his throat, squeezing him tightly, before throwing him aside to deal with the little pests called cultists that started to attack it. Needless to say, they were piles of blood within minutes. 

 

The entire scene was so bloody, even for Mr’s standards. Usually, it would just make people disappear, or cause more internal bleeding, but this.. This was the most pure rage it’s felt in years. The feeling of it’s cold, hard hands harshly beating against everything, puncturing everyone who dared get in it’s way, and tearing them all apart was.. Exhilarating. Mr hadn’t gone on a massacre in who knows how long, so this was a breath of fresh air for the stoic god. Although, it’s body language showed a lot of built up tension. 

 

Mr was screaming, it’s face so filled with rage that even the curse of it’s permanent smile couldn’t contain it, as it just tore apart every single person who dared to get close to it or Dr Retro. It was like Mr desperately needed a reason to let go of it’s years of built of aggression, and the one person it cared for being harmed even slightly was just enough to get it to go haywire. Mr tore out every single organ, bone, muscle, gland, and tissue that the cultists had, causing a number of screams from a number of onlookers; specifically Enphonso and Dr Retro, who, despite seeing where Mr was coming from on this, couldn’t help but feel like this was a bit too much blood spraying around her to be comfortable. In Enphonso’s case, it was more worried about it’s store to give two shits, considering that was the whole reason the cult was here. Meanwhile, MrManeuverer was just silently scooting away, trying not to bring any attention to himself.

 

No one could look away from the mess Mr had caused; it was like a car crash, once you notice it you can’t look away until you’re away from it. 

 

Once all of the cultists (aside from Maneuverer) were very much dead, Mr just simply stood there. It’s white pupil glowing, as it’s tired and furious frown turned into a sadistic yet just as furious grin. It looked like it had just relearned why it was so violent in the first place, and it started with the mangled corpses a god can cause.

 

Mr slowly turned to face Maneuverer, it’s smile widening. Despite how short it was compared to him, it was still frightening as all living hell, which was obvious by how Maneuverer just simply ran the fuck out. Enphonso also took initiative and followed suit, running away and out the door it could barely fit into in the first place and shutting the door.

Mr then took several deep breaths, and looked towards Dr Retro with a very tired, but genuine and sincere smile. 

 

“ Sorry for that, my love.. ”

 

Retro just stood there, still chained up, unsure as to how to process any of this whatso-fucking-ever. It was confusing on how Mr managed to get here so fast in the first place considering how randomized the elevator was, let alone how much of a mess it made of various body parts, organs, muscles, etc. 

 

Retro just simply, chuckled awkwardly, unsure as to how to properly respond to this without a mouthful of sarcasm.

 

“I think you might’ve killed them, bud..”

 

Mr chuckled, before flicking it’s wrist and Retro was suddenly free from the chains. It walked up to her, removing the very uncomfortable cover-up the cultists put on her, as Mr just simply seemed to have calmed down significantly. It didn’t have the white eye anymore, just the same smile as it had earlier today with Dr Retro. Speaking of which, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of new emotions she didn’t before. She felt.. Happy. Like, genuinely happy when around Mr now. Knowing it would kill anyone just to make sure she was safe was.. Very reassuring, to say the least.

 

Mr held Dr Retro by her waist, feeling the cold velvet she was wearing, and gently snuggling it’s head against her chest. She smirked, lifting Mr up, and kissing it on the upper lip, causing it to blush profusely. Jeez, the mood swings on this guy were intense weren’t they? Either way, Retro held the kiss for a moment, before stopping, seeing Mr’s now very nervous smile and wide eyes as she could’ve sworn it’s head was getting warmer. 

 

“..Wanna stay at my place for now?”

 

Retro asked, beginning to walk off the stage and towards the door, still carrying the short, flustered god. Mr was unresponsive for a few moments, before just shyly nodding and responding.

 

“ Yes.. Please. ”

 

Dr Retro chuckled, before nuzzling her mouth in between Mr’s neck and shoulder, causing it to squeak out of embarrassment, and then raising her head to walk faster towards the elevator, that was.. Still not back. 

 

Suddenly, Mr raised it’s finger, causing the elevator to suddenly rush towards this floor, with all of it’s inhabitants getting confused and scared. Once the door opened, to reveal Party Noob, Pilby, Gnarpy, and Infected (all four of which being startled seeing Mr and Dr Retro in the same frame), Retro gently entered the elevator, setting Mr down, who just simply minded it’s own business as the others were very much afraid of what was occurring. 

 

The elevator door closed again, with Mr and Dr Retro standing on one side, while everyone else was the furthest corner away from Mr, who showed no sign in being insecure of it’s power, but more concerned about staying with Retro now. 

 

This was probably the most interesting date that has occurred in the history of this elevator, ever.

 

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Enphonso and MrManeuverer were huddled in the janitor's closet, barely able to fit there. Enphonso was breathing heavily, while Maneuverer was keeping an ear out for any possible threats. He sighed, before attempting to do some basic sign language towards Enphonso that meant “I think we can leave now..”

 

“I ain’t trusting anything right now, man..”

 

Enphonso seemed a lot more paranoid than Maneuverer, who seemed uncomfortable with the lack of space he had. 

 

“Hey, if you wanna risk your life gettin’ outta this closet and possibly being killed by a sadistic rock, that’s fine by me. But you’re like- the only guy I can rely on at this point for my business.”

 

Maneuverer could hear himself thinking about how much of an ego Enphonso had.

 

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna stay here and make sure we don’t get our asses killed. You got it?!”

 

Maneuverer stayed silent, as always, and just glared at Enphonso. He just simply obliged, and tried to make sure he could fucking breathe while Enphonso was taking most of the air. Although, he couldn’t help but feel like a big ass favor was needed for this whole fiasco..

Chapter 6: Sex lololol

Summary:

WARNING.
SEX.
AND THIS IS LAZY.
RAHHH

It’s been two hours since Mr left, and Enphonso is still paranoid as absolute balls about the whole situation. While it and MrManeuverer had left the closet, Enphonso was now pacing back and forth mumbling to himself. Maneuverer couldn’t help but feel like he’s seen this exact pacing before. 

 

“That fucker thinks he can just kill all my customers as if it was nothing and leave me in the dust!? What the actual fuck am I supposed to do?! I provided him with a home since he fell and god damnit if he’s unappreciative of it I will remove his ability to come back!”

 

Enphonsos squeaky voice was cracking as it continued to rant, as Maneuverer just continued to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. He felt like Enphonso was being a hypocrite to it’s own logic at this point, considering the whole reason he was here was to support it’s store, and the cult had made a temple in the store and were customers.

 

Actually, there wasn’t a cult anymore, so maybe it didn’t matter?

 

“I will find that fucker and destroy him with my own hands!”

 

Maneuverer sighed, as much as a mouthless man could, and slowly got up and walked over to the very angry and large yellow orb that owned this place. He grabbed it’s tense hand, pulling it to look at him as he made some basic sign language with his freehand that roughly translates to; “Do you need me to comfort you again?”

 

Enphonso paused, a small amount of blush arriving on it’s face, before it sighed and responded in a tired voice.

 

“..Yeah.. that’d be nice.”

 

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Dr Retro laid on her bed, Mr nuzzled next to her, seeming a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t used to being so warm when sleeping, and now it was next to a being that was almost entirely warmth. It sighed, before noticing that Retro was staring at it.

 

“..What..?”

 

Retro giggled, wrapping her arms around Mr, her tail flicking playfully. She stayed silent, although it was obvious she wanted something. She didn’t seem to have the courage to say what, though, so the two remained in a warm silence. 

 

Mr slowly drifted from it’s usual thoughts of what to do the next day to what it was feeling. It never questioned it’s feelings but after these past few days it was all it could think about. That alongside what the actual fuck Enphonso and MrManeuverer were trying to do. In it’s eyes, it saw the two as the only real friends it had, despite their heavy differences. It couldn’t help but feel a tad bit of anger upon thinking of what they could’ve been planning now, considering they’ve suddenly taken a liking to being ruder than normal.

 

Mr’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Dr Retro snuggling closer to it, purring quietly. It’s face was basically inside her chest fluff, and it blushed immensely. Retro still remained silent asides from the purring, but it was becoming more and more obvious that she wanted something.

 

“..Retro, what are you doing..?”

 

Mr asked nervously before she just gently rubbed one of her paws against it’s back, causing it to shiver. Dr Retro smirked as she looked down at the short god, before speaking in a slightly flirty way.

 

“I think you know..~”

 

Mr seemed confused at first, before it’s eyes suddenly widened and it’s face turned red hot. This was one of the most confusing things it was told, and yet it understood it immensely.

 

“Y-you want to-”

 

It stammered on it’s words as it sat up, looking at Retro in confused flusteredness. She giggled at the reaction, before just simply sitting up herself and leaning towards Mr as she spoke in a flirtatious manner.

 

“Yes.. I want to. You’ve captivated me for longer than I thought you would, and honestly.. I wanna see how good you are..~”

 

Dr Retro smirked, she wasn’t used to being sensual much, but now she just had this urge. This urge to do as she wanted. This urge to dominate a possible mate.

 

Shit, it’s spring wasn’t it? No wonder she’s been feeling worked up at times she’s dealing with natural cat things, and it was obvious at the exact moment she herself realized that. 

Mr continued to stare at Dr Retro in shock, before she suddenly spoke up in a bit more of an embarrassed way.

 

“I’m sorry.. Too soon?”

 

Mr paused, before speaking up, still nervous but accepting of the matter.

 

“No.. no it’s just.. This would be a.. First time occurrence for me.”

 

It seemed more embarrassed to admit that then by what Retro asked for, and speaking of which she giggled when it spoke.

 

“It’s your first time? Really? You’ve never had sex with anyone else??”

 

Retro couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, which seemed to make Mr more embarrassed. It sighed as she continued to giggle in a playful way.

 

Retro then suddenly pounced onto it, hugging it. She purred intensely, as she felt herself losing control in her emotions. Mr seemed more embarrassed upon being pushed back down to lay on the bed, as it suddenly spoke up.

 

“J-just to let you know this is not a form meant for these kinds of activities, which means I’m likely infertile..”

 

While Mr hadn’t tried anything of this sort with this form before, it knew it likely didn’t have reproductive organs, which was probably good in Dr Retro’s case because rock x cat DNA would look like an abomination. This information also seemed to make her a bit more interested in this, as she slowly slipped Mr’s boxers off. 

 

“Well, you don’t mind if I do what I wish.. Do you..?”

 

She purred, watching Mr’s reaction becoming more and more flustered. It stammered on it’s words before responding, it’s arms to it’s side out of pure nervousness.

 

“I.. I wouldn’t mind.. Do as you’d like..”

 

Dr Retro smirked, slowly pulling down what little clothing Mr was wearing to reveal a small thin slit. She stared at it, confused, before chuckling and attempting to explore it. There seemed to be no reaction as she explored the outer areas of the slit, but as soon as she tried to probe inside Mr’s breath hitched. Retro slowly began messing with the inside more, before the outer surface of the hole seemed to loosen, and suddenly her fingers were pushed out of the space, and were replaced by a black tentacle-like thing. It looked like something from the void, which likely was what it was considering Mr’s body was technically just a rockified void. 

 

Mr blushed immensely, covering it’s face out of pure embarrassment. Sure it wanted to get far but this was a large step it wasn’t expecting. Not an unwelcome step, but a large one nonetheless. It’s tentacle dick twitched slightly, as Retro’s surprise quickly faded and she began to slip her own panties off.

 

Dr Retro slowly placed herself above the tentacle, positioning herself before slowly letting gravity pull her closer to it. She and Mr groaned in near unison as it entered her, and before long she was bouncing gently up and down. 

 

The sounds were a lot slicker than what many would expect, but they were also quieter. Well, as quiet as a fallen god in it’s first time could be. Mr was moaning significantly more than how Retro was, and she was the one being penetrated. While she was moaning, she was quiet. Mr on the other hand couldn’t help itself, and tried to focus on making it’s moans only being hearable to Dr Retro, but after a few minutes it seemed to have given up as pure ecstasy overwhelmed it’s mind. It’s sound slowly started sounding like it was coming from it’s actual head, and with how loud it was Retro was kinda thankful that no one really lived in this gumball machine other than her. 

 

Dr Retro tried to remain gentle, but she slowly became overwhelmed with the feelings that she couldn’t help but go a bit faster, watching as Mr just slowly yet quickly melted into the bed from how sensitive it was. She chuckled, and spoke in a seductive voice.

 

“My my.. For your first time, you sure are easy to ride..~”

 

Mr seemed to just fumble at that, being unable to respond properly. It was such a moaning mess that it couldn’t think anymore, feeling as it’s dick was pumped by a tight puss (pun intended) was very new, and fucking amazing. It felt like if it weren’t for not having reproductive organs, it would’ve cum a few times by now. Meanwhile, Dr Retro was slowly getting faster and faster, as she slowly but surely was rising to a climax. 

 

“Oh.. Oh my-”

 

Mr was interrupted by one of it’s own moans, as it held onto the bed sheet with one hand and placed it’s other on it’s chest, trying to find the proper breathing to be a bit more calm. It leaned it’s head backwards, becoming too embarrassed to look at Retro anymore. Suddenly, it was suddenly grabbed by the chin to look back up at her. Mr’s technical eyelids were drooped, one eye being more so than the other, and it’s smile wavered slightly in a nervous way; meanwhile, Dr Retro had a smug face, blushing immensely as she used it’s sensitive cock for her pleasure, her cat tits bouncing lightly. (Cat biology go brr)

 

Dr Retro slowly began speeding up her bouncing rapidly, coming close to an orgasm, her moans becoming louder. In the process, Mr seemed to be getting more and more sensitive, feeling every single thing happening to its little void cock. It's gotten to the point where it can't even make noises that are comprehensible, considering it was in such a giant space of ecstasy. Retro became a lot more forced, and hard on her bouncing, before finally screaming loudly.

 

She slammed herself onto Mr’s throbbing cock again, as she moaned loudly and incomprehensibly, squirting as much as she could as she stayed on it’s tentacle. Mr seemed to have orgasmed as well, but it couldn't cum at all, so it was just spasming and moaning alongside Retro. 

 

She finally calmed down, whining slightly now that she was out of breath and tired, slowly removing Mr’s dick from her pussy and fully releasing her liquids, squirting everywhere as she moaned from the feeling. Mr was just laying there, tired, one arm over its face, as it felt the warm liquid sputter onto its chest. It didn't seem to care much, considering how tired it was now.

 

Dr Retro slowly laid next to Mr again, hugging it tightly as it's tentacle slowly slipped back inside and she covered themselves with the blanket. She just simply stared at the flustered rock, which was breathing heavily.

 

“..Well.. how was it?”

 

She asked playfully but tiredly, Mr turning its head just enough to have its eye looking towards her as its face got considerably more red.

 

“..I’m tired..”

 

It responded simply, listening to Retro giggle in response.

 

“We can clean up later. I’ve been meaning to change the sheets anyway..”

 

Retro sighed, resting her head on one of the pillows as she pulled Mr into her chest fur, which instantly seemed to warm up from how hard it was blushing. She pulled the blanket up a bit more, before slowly falling into a light sleep.

 

Mr was just sat there, breathing heavy, feeling new things.. was this what it wanted? was this genuinely what it wanted now? why? why is this what it wanted?

 

..maybe the questions a god would ask should be saved for later.

 

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“You little prick!”

 

Enphonso yelled, and it chased MrManeuverer around the store. They tended to get into fights when no one else was around but this was absurd. Maneuverer man a few signs with his hands that roughly translated to “I don't consent to being treated like a dildo.”

 

Maneuverer tried to hide behind one of the shelves, before he quickly found himself trapped. And considering how much larger Enphonso was compared to him, he was basically picked up like a squeaky toy.

 

“Listen you here little cuck, I asked for you to let me release some goddamn tension and you go on and do THAT?!”

 

Enphonsos voice was cracking, as it squeezed Maneuverer aggressively. For brief context, while you folks (the readers) were off paying attention to the epic ride going on at a gumball machine, Enphonso was given a lackluster fingering job, and now it was pissed. Maneuverer sighed as much as a throatless being could, and tried to squeeze its hands out of the giant orb's grasp. He then did some hand signs that roughly translated to “I still don’t care enough.”

 

Enphonso sighed at this, before throwing MrManeuverer to the side. It was more pissed than horny, and anger was the emotion it was trying to escape in the first place. Maneuverer crashed into one of the shelves, and just kinda laid there. He didn’t wanna deal with this shit right now and honestly it wasn’t on his to-do list to be dealing with a pissed off orb with a squeaky voice. He slowly got up, trying to check his body to make sure there was no blood drawn, and rubbing his neck as Enphonso went over to the counter again, mumbling to itself.

 

Before long, the elevator had opened again, with a very specific someone appearing. A floating, 2D head, that seemed like a jumble of others. 

 

Enphonso and MrManeuverer looked at the new face, and their expressions seemed to get surprised almost instantly. Enphonso being the one to talk first.

 

“Well, I didn't think you'd ever come by..”

Notes:

I apologize so DEEPLY for my absence- mental health has been a shitshow and my window broke literally today so uhhhh- I also slightly lost this hyperfixation due to depression so I can't promise a good posting schedule for this. So, again, I hope this feeds you children well.
:3

Chapter 7: New Face

Enphonso stared at the new companion, who grinned like the insane sadist he was. He slowly floated into the convenience store, his head shrinking as a body glitched into place, every organ, tissue, and skin cell made of a collage of people who didn't exist. He had a very formal outfit, despite being an entity from the backrooms. Really shouldn’t be that surprising though, considering Mr was basically the same gimmick. 

 

“Greetings, Enphonso. Surprised to see me?” 

 

Clover started, his voice glitching a tad as he began. He never usually spoke, so he was straining to form his vocal cords again, but at this point it really shouldn’t have been questioned. 

 

“Clover.. Aren’t you supposed to be banished or something??

 

Enphonso commented, looking confused as hell. Clover sighed, seemingly in disappointment.

 

“I’m not banished.. I just live in the backrooms. Do you pay attention to anything?”

 

“Oh fuck you.”

 

Clover chuckled, walking towards MrManeuverer, who was now leaning against one of the shelves. He seemed confused as to why the glitchy fuck was here, but didn’t make any comments on it. He did want to comment on how fucking ugly Clover was but couldn’t. Clover, on the other hand, had something in mind.

 

“Maneuverer, I heard from a little rat that you managed to lose track of Mr. Is that true?”

 

Maneuverer seemed a bit nervous to be outed like that, but he couldn’t exactly deny it. He made a few hand signs that roughly translated to “I tried to get him back. Turns out threatening his date wasn’t the best option when he refused at first.” Clover didn’t catch any of that though, and stared in confusion.

 

“..I’m gonna pretend I know sign language and assume you called yourself a little bitch.”

 

Maneuverer sighed as much as he could.

 

“Anywho, I have a little someone I feel you two would love to have on your team.”

 

Clover then motioned towards the elevator, in an inviting fashion. Enphonso was the first one to enter the elevator, and struggled to do so at that. It squeezed in as best as it could, and tried to push itself to the corner. Maneuverer seemed a bit hesitant to do anything, but obliged either way. He was needed for rationality anyways. Clover then followed suit, and pressed a button on the elevator.

 

Despite how random the elevator tended to be, it seemed to instantly start going up upon the doors closing, and in a way that normal elevators do so. Meaning it was going directly to a specific floor, with intention. This confused Enphosno and Maneuverer, but they didn’t comment on it considering they never actually rode the elevator in their free time. 

 

The three of them were silent as they made it to an office floor. The room was big, and spacious, as a woman was right in front of the elevator door holding a glowing red hammer. She seemed angry, or maybe just cautious— it was hard to tell. Clover raised his hands quickly, as his grin turned into a slight smirk.

 

“Now now Mach.. you don't wanna get too hasty now, do ya?”

 

Mach seemed hesitant at first, before lowering her hammer. She sighed, leaning the hammer against the outer elevator wall and stepping back, before crossing her arms while staring daggers into Clover.

 

“..What do you need now? Make it quick.”

 

Clover chuckled, stepping out of the elevator with a large grin on his face.

 

“I only require assistance, Mach.”

He started,

“Your ban hammer could kill the being that me, Enphonso, and Maneuverer require gone. So, I request your help with our challenge.”

 

Mach remained silent, before quickly grabbing the hammer and readying herself again. She raised the hammer above her head, glaring at Clover.

 

“I know your tricks. You can't fool me.”

 

She responded, coldly. She then quickly swung down, hitting the hammer heavily on the floor. Clover had quickly moved to the side, before pushing her over; his face darkened, quite literally, as a swirl of black grew on the floor underneath Mach.

 

“Now now.. I thought you would want to kill that fallen god?”

 

He teased, as Mach quickly stood her ground again and swung. This time, actually hitting Clover. He basically went flying to the side, bashing into a wall. 

Mach quickly walked over to him, dragging the hammer behind her, and staring at him. A giant dust cloud was surrounding the area he hit, but before long a rope-like line came from the cloud to Machs feet, and Clover suddenly came charging at her, laughing maniacally.

 

Mach quickly dodged to the side, causing Clover to just fucking run into the elevator behind her, and in turn making him leave her along considering the door had closed as soon as he got in. He quickly regained balance and tried to punch the door back open, nearly hitting Enphonso in the process, before yelling.

 

“FUCK.”

 

Clover’s face was distorted into anger— rage, even. There was now a dent in the elevator wall, and the door. Both made by Clover. Enphonso and MrManeuverer remained silent, unsure as to how to proceed with anything at the moment.

After a solid minute of silence, Clover sighed, his face lighting up again. He turned to Enphonso and Maneuverer, smiling again but with a hint of anger still in his gaze.

 

“Well.. I tried. However, there's still a way to kill that god.”

 

Enphonso seemed more interested in Clover’s prospects than Maneuverer was, who seemed to just be getting more anxious about the whole situation. He didn't necessarily want to kill Mr, but Enphonso was angry enough at the rock that he couldn't really question it. 

 

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Dr Retro stretched on the couch, basically completely naked as she did so. Mr was in the kitchen, trying to comprehend how to make a decent breakfast with the limited ingredients Retro had. She didn't eat a lot of things, considering she was a cat, so it was having a difficult time with its task. Mr was wearing a turtleneck, a dull blue one, with sweatpants. It didn't wear casual clothes often, but it seemed to have made an exception for Retro. 

 

She slowly started getting up, walking over to Mr, and startling it by hugging it from behind.

 

“Last night was fun..”

 

Retro purred, as Mr felt its face basically turn red hot again. It could feel her tits against its back, which was a weird thing to think about, but it just kinda leaned into the hug, not really sure how else to respond. But it muttered something, despite its form of communication being telepathic.

 

“..It was..”

 

Retro chuckled, opening her eyes to see what Mr was doing. It wasn't doing much other than staring at the fridge full of raw meat, but that likely wasn't what it was thinking about now.

 

Dr Retro slowly picked Mr up, making it squeak quietly in response. She then carried it over to the couch, and just kinda.. cuddled with it. Purring softly, while Mr was processing. But before it could ask, she spoke abruptly. 

 

“You're so cute.. you know that..?”

 

Mr didn't respond, too stunned to come up with anything. Its mind was basically just filled with a computer error screen at this point. It's face was getting so hot that it was starting to wonder if the rock cycle could apply to its head. Retro chuckled once she realized how flustered the poor little rock had turned.

 

“Awe.. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

 

“..fuck you..”

 

Mr mumbled, as Dr Retro snickered. 

 

“Yaknow, I’m feeling like going on a trip on the elevator. Just for fun.”

 

She said, hugging Mr tightly to her. It remained silent for a few moments, before responding.

 

“That sounds fine. Do you want me to get ready?”

 

Before Retro actually responded, she suddenly pushed Mr off her onto the couch, and stretched herself. She then quickly strutted towards the door, finally responding.

 

“Go ahead! I gotta get dressed though.”

 

She then left, leaving Mr fumbled on the couch. After a solid second, it turned over to one of the throw pillows, and screamed (internally) into it like a teenage girl. Over these past few days, Mr has already had a lot more attention than it was used to, and it was genuinely starting to process it all.

 

After a few minutes, Mr was wearing its more usual “casual” outfit, the dark brown trench coat, white button up, everything. It then left the room, being slightly startled by Dr Retro being in front of it. She wore her usual lab coat, buttoned up just enough to be decent. It kinda acted like a dress, in a way, despite how loose it was. 

She grabbed Mr by the wrist, and pulled it out the door and down the slope to the elevator, it just kinda allowing this to happen. They quickly got onto the elevator as soon as the door opened, not really noticing Gnarpy, Unpleasant, and a FleshCousin (that isn’t mimicking someone atm) in there already. 

 

Gnarly squeaked upon seeing Mr, immediately getting on the defensive.

 

“You! Why are you here?! Why are you with the doctor?! What iz thiz nonzence?!”

Xe yelled, startling the FleshCousin. Mr sighed, connecting his telepathic thoughts to be able to speak out loud, but before it could respond, Dr Retro quickly snapped back.

 

“Oi! That isn’t how you speak to my man now you piece of slimy cabbage!”

 

She growled, and so did Gnarpy, who was NOT happy with this.

 

“Your man?! You fucking Zeebloing that izn’t a man! Thatz a MONZTER! Do you not zee the damagez that fool haz done?!”

 

“Oh, like you're any better! You’d destroy the entire earth if you had the chance!”

 

The two cats started growling at eachother, that growling turned into hissing, and the two glared at each other, before Mr finally spoke up.

 

“If you don’t mind, Gnarpy.. I mean no harm as of right now. But if you do something now, just know that I’m not always going to be merciful.”

 

It spoke sternly, which seemed to have surprised Gnarpy, who stayed silent for a solid 2 seconds before responding.

 

“..Your voice is not how I’d imagine it to be.”

 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean.”

 

“Zhut up zeebloing I’m not explaining zhit to you!”

 

Gnarpy leaned against the elevator wall, crossing xer arms sassily. Mr sighed, again, before going back to its initial state; the usual classic carved smile it was forced to have. Dr Retro still seemed a bit pissy about Gnarpy coming into the offensive so quickly, but she couldn’t do much about it at this point. The FleshCousin and Unpleasent had watched basically this whole situation, and basically stayed silent about it.

 

After a solid minute of waiting, Gnarpy glanced over at Unpleasent, and muttered something to xemself.

 

“..Zeepzolp zelp zep..”

 

Mr’s head perked up, translating the Gnarpian language to roughly mean that Gnarpy was calling Unpleasent a Disgusting Meatbag. It chucked a bit, before speaking up.

 

“Gnarpy, you realize I can understand your native language, correct?”

 

Xe were stunned for a moment, before becoming defensive again. The other three in the elevator just kinda turned their attention to the situation.

 

“Explain yourzelf! What do you know about the Gnarpian armiez?!”

 

“Yeesh.. You’re so angry, for what..?”

 

Mr took a step towards Gnarpy, who instantly seemed to feel paralyzed and unable to move upon the small god stepping closer to xem. It turned towards Unpleasent briefly, before speaking to Gnarpy again.

 

“You know, there’s no reason to insult someone as interesting as this gradient. I personally find him quite the interesting color combo.”

 

Gnarpy quickly shook their head, waking them from theri scared daze.

 

“What? Are you zerious? Therez no way you find this hideouz excuze for a gradient pleazing to the eye!”

 

“Oh, but I do.”

 

Unpleasant seemed instantly more happy upon Mr complimenting them, despite how menacing it was. They couldn’t help but feel themselves smiling at this. Gnarpy, on the other hand, found this situation absolutely fucking foul, growling lowly at the prospect of Unpleasent even being in xer general vicinity.

 

“Grr.. Fuckin- Zeeple Zorp Zeebla Zep Zeebloing Zark Zeebaglp!”

(just pretend xe’re yelling slurs or smth idfk)

 

Mr chuckled at Gnarpy attempts to insult it, finding it genuinely hilarious.

 

“Now now.. Zierk zep zulther zeeingle zerpon, zert zorp? (Quite the colorful language user, aren't you?)”

 

Gnarpy was stunned, remaining silent. Xe hadn’t met another person who could speak xer language fluently and wasn’t a fellow Gnarpian, so this scared the absolute living shit out of xem. Dr Retro just chuckled, before patting Mr on it’s rocky head and pulling it towards herself.

 

“I apologize for it’s behavior, if that even counts as something you don’t deserve.”

 

She giggled, resting her arms on Mr’s head, putting emphasis on how short it was. Unpleasant made a motion similar to chuckling to themself, but quickly stopped. Gnarly was still stunned, but now even more annoyed.

 

“You have no idea what that… that thing knowing my language can mean, doctor.”

 

Xe said, sternly. 

 

“Oh, but I’m sure I do.”

 

She chuckled again, before leaning down to kiss Mr on it’s forehead, who instantly got read in the face as a response, before she started speaking again.

 

“However, Mr is a lot more of a gentleman than you’d think! And plus, I know you deserve at least a small bite-back for your bullshit.”

 

Gnarpy growled, but remained silent. Xe were already put into xer place by a damn rock, no need to cause more issues with the cat with lasers of eyes. 

 

Not much happened aside from a few events occurring. After an hour, the FleshCousin had left, Gnarpy was even more pissed off, and Unpleasent was an inverted color temporarily.

 

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Clover walked into his domain, simply just sighing as he did so. His plan was already hitting issues and he wasn’t happy about it. He turned towards Enphonso and MrManeuverer, smirking.

 

“Come on in. Just try not to step on my children.”

 

He spoke in an unnervingly fatherly voice, likely to try to bring a false sense of security. Maneuverer was aware of it, but Enphonso didn’t seem to be as aware. It squeezed through the door, puffing back up like a squishy toy when in the backrooms. Maneuverer was hesitant, but obliged, and stepped into the beast’s territory as well. The elevator then shut behind them, proceeding to go up. 

 

Clover walked towards an area of the space, that held old furniture from the 20’s. The couch was scratched up, and had several glitchy blobs of goo on it that appeared to be sleeping, while the comfy rocking chair had a floral pattern, and a throw blanket on the seat. There was a coffee table, a classic analog TV with a shelf underneath that held various VHS tapes, and around the area was just scattered about chairs that fell through the fabric of reality, as well as things like non-perishable foods and almond water. The coffee table also held way too many books; all of which being old books about physics, psychology, sciences, and the occasional bird related book.

Clover sat on the comfy chair, relaxing his muscles a bit and leaning his head back. He then motioned for Enphonso and Maneuverer to sit on the couch, and they proceeded to gently move the blobs of goo awake and put them on the armrests considering Enphonso took up three quarters of the damn couch. 

 

“Would you two want some tea? Or no?”

 

Clover said, seemingly materializing a mug of cold tea from nowhere. Maneuverer shook his head, but Enphonso seemed to get a bit happier.

 

“Ooh! I love tea! Yes please!”

 

Clover chuckled, seemingly duplicating the mug of tea and giving it to Enphonso. The mug was half the size of its hand, meaning it looked more like a shot glass in comparison. It gulped the tea in one go, enjoying the feeling of the cold liquid, but immediately wincing at the bitter taste.

 

“Now, as for why I’m interested in assisting you two, I have my own personal grudge against that rock, and I want you two to assist me.”

 

Clover began, sipping on his tea, then going on a long monologue or something. Maneuverer wasn’t paying attention, and he was somewhat convinced that Enphonso got drugged just now. He didn’t make any comments on it though, and simply ignored the seemingly never ending spew of words Clover had been throwing. After about a minute of this, Clover finally shut up and turned his attention towards Maneuverer.

 

“Are you even listening to me?”

 

Maneuverer was snapped out of his session of zoning out, paying attention now. He made a few hand signals that translated to “sorry, I zoned out” but Clover seemed to not get that.

 

“..Are you stupid or something? Do you ever talk?”

 

He spoke in a stern way, the way you’d expect a grandfather to do so when they’re disappointed in you. Enphonso blinked a bit, getting a bit annoyed, but just simply tried to politely translate what Maneuverer motioned.

 

“He said that he was sorry, and that he zoned out–”

 

“I don’t care what excuses he holds, he should still talk to me.”

 

“..He doesn’t have a mouth.”

 

“...Touche.”

 

Clover sighed in annoyance, but excused this inconvenience for now. He crossed his legs, in what would be an uncomfortable position for a man, and sipped on his tea, continuing on about his whole spiel about how Mr was a bastard that needed to be killed once and for all. Maneuverer still wasn’t paying attention considering he’s heard it all before from Enphonso.

 

Something about this feels like it’s going to go bad, but Maneuverer can’t quite put a finger on it.

Notes:

gahhagh sorry for not posimng... I los hyperfixation :((( I'll try to find the storyline soon but I can't promis anything I'm sorbyyy :(((((

Chapter 8: A/n

Hii guysss

 

So I’m officially saying I’ve lost any motivation for this fanfic and the writing and story for it is so ass that I’d have to remake it ANYWAY. I love all the support I’ve gotten for this but unfortunately I’ve just never gotten back into writing any of this with a mix of school and my own issues. My apolocheese if you guys were getting hopes up 😔

 

Maybe see you next time ?