Kitty's Revenge Who: Mya, Kitty, and the baby Sentinel Where: Mya's room When: Late at night Feb 24. What: Kitty has finally reached the end of his rope, the baby Sentinel has to go. Warnings: Figment on figment violence.
Kitty had absolutely, undeniably, unequivocably had enough. That thing had to go. Mya could sleep through its ranting. Kitty sat at the edge of the bed watching it do its idiotic tin man walk/dance around the middle of the floor. It was nearly midnight and it just kept going. How on earth had she managed to make something this persistent without trying?
He turned his head, looking with those mismatched eyes at the little miss, the unintending cause of this disturbance of his rest. She was fast asleep, covers pulled up to her chin, curled up in a ball. Her dreams had been funny of late. Kitty knew that the same way he knew she was making the stupid robot. The same way he knew the Eye Man, who thankfully had shifted into the background, was a real person not something she'd made up in her sometimes overactive and diseased imagination. The same way he knew she was in love with someone who would never, ever notice. Perhaps the best part was he knew these things and she didn't. Mya was oblivious on a conscious level of most of these things. They didn't penetrate and as such she couldn't articulate them. Oh, if pushed, she could remember her dreams but while others attached emotional significance to such things, Mya simply didn't.
Kitty twitched his tail, looking from the girl back to the robot as it started firing its lasers again. It really, really, really needed to go in his estimation.
As it passed near the bed again, Kitty pounced gaining mass as he made his downward descent. When he landed on the robot, it went down and he simply started to shred, claws going into the faux armor of its chest and pulling out gears. It had to go. It had to go. It had to go. Kitty wanted to rest and he couldn't while that stupid thing was roaming about. Best to get rid of it now while she was fast asleep. Maybe this time, she'd replace it with a fluffy bunny or a reproduction of another person or maybe even Tabby would come back from the recesses of her mind to fill the space. It made no difference to him so long as he never heard the phrase "cease and desist, mutant" ever again.
The thing struggled, attempting in spite of its non-bending arms to get the cat off. The lasers were fired, repeatedly, to no avail. Finally, it stopped moving. Just for good measure, Kitty took its head in his jaws and popped it off the body, hiding the corpse under the bed.
She'd never even know it was gone. Good.
Then he jumped back up on the bed and found himself a spot next to Mya's still sleeping form. All would be well again tomorrow. With it out of sight and hearing, it would be out of mind. Yes, tomorrow, all would be well.