Shitfuck is awesome

Written by Wolsal

Ratil and Marry was talking in the cult room on the grass which was outside. Well only Mery was talking because Ratil couldn't talk because they were too autistic to speak so they couldn't say words and couldnt talk

Ratil stood there, not talking because they were autistic and could not do that (talking), Berry stared empty eyed at them with a flaccid unchanging smile in her face 

Maury said
"you know I'm starting to feel like our existence and continued presence is all some sort of cruel joke.

 I don't mean to overly pontificate on any such philosophy however I can't help but feel like life is naught but a cruel windup to a joke, a joke that nobody could possible laugh at. 

It's strange really, I mean everything is truly so trivial and at times nonsensical.
I apologise for my rambling but I simply am unsure of how to go on or where to even end my spiel. 

Oh, but that's just all so silly, perhaps I need more sleep. Or perhaps I've simply spent too much time around Solomon! I think I may need a rest of sorts, but my job always commands! I'm sure I don't need to tell you that though."

Ratil said

And then all of a sundown a Guy came in and say he hit catchphrase 

"What's up guys it's me Shitfuck" and then everyone ran to he and say "oh my goobers it's hit DMAU character Shitfuck I love you Shitfuck oh my gods"

"Ahahaa yes it is me Shitfuck guys" he flexes his big muscles, sun reflacting off of his bald spot (sexily)

"Im now going to make epic Shitfuck food at the food room where food is make" he say walking (handsomely) to the kitchen room which is outside

Shitfuck making soup in the food kitchen outside room, staring into the liquidy soup, he would be staring in his soup reflection if soup actually reflected anything but it doesn't because it's soup.

He stand in kitchen, making the liquid food and humming coolly to heself because he's the hit dmau character (shitfuck)

There were no sounds other than the humming, the cult seemed to go silent.

A sense of overwhelming, full body dread overcame the cat, the dirt floor cold under his feet as his wide glassy blue eyes darted around. His breathing quickened, fur standing on end as he whipped around- expecting in baited terror to see someone behind him. 

He was met with an empty kitchen, his shoulders slumped down. He hadn't realised he'd even been tensing them. He cursed under his breath, turning around. He had to stop letting his mind play these tricks on him- he was too young to be losing it.

"Say it." Shitfuck whipped around, pot clattering as he knocked it over, spilling boiling hot soup all over him. 

"DAMNIT-" he yelled out, grabbing his burnt tail- teeth gritted tight. "WHO'S THERE." He growled, ears pinned back. 

He understood in that moment how an ant must feel when it's about to get squashed, terrified and knowing you can't do anything yet also fighting to stay alive against the shoe poised to crush you. 

He felt tears prick his eyes- his chest burning as he heaved- growling through his terror filled breaths. His skin felt like it was on fire- he was certain he'd gotten third degree burns.

"Say it." The voice repeated, his head swivelling around to try and catch where it could be coming from. "STOP! STOP IT! SHUT UP!" He yelled, tears beginning to spill down his face. He slid down the back of the kitchen cabinets, crumpling to the ground. He buried his face into his knees, wrapping his arms tight around his legs.

"Say it Shitfuck. Say your hit catchphrase. We're all waiting." The voice seemed to only get louder, sobs seeming to grip his entire being. He didn't bother to look- he knew nobody would be there.

He lifted his face up, fur mussed up and damp with tears. He looked around through blurred watery vision, sniffing a few times. He took a deep shaky breath-

"It- it's me- hit dmau character Shitfuck-" he finally spoke hoarsely, voice cracking.

It felt as quick as a blink of an eye, as startling as suddenly being drenched in cold water, he once more stood in the cult. The noise had returned, Ratil and Merry standing where they were moments ago. The burns still covered his body- he could feel his throat and eyes stinging as the remnants of tears still clung to his face.

Nobody looked at him.