So yeah.. my first Fan Fic here, from the beginning I was going to make a HL2 Fan Fic but.. NAH, I can do that later :P. So I am doing a VG cats Fan Fic instead , trying to put different things in the story. Story, "normal" humor, "VG cats" humor, drama oh and a new character. Actually the whole story is about the new character and his meeting with the VG cats staff. But I hope you guys like it. So please read and review, tell me what you liked and what I can improve.
And now... to the story.
-VG Cats: The new guy-
-Chapter one: Hard rain, heavy rain-
Rain.
Jack's third week in Canada ended with rain. Hard, wet, heavy rain.
He walked through the park with his head peering down on the ground as he walked slowly feeling depressed. Everything felt bad, just like "Heavy rain". NOT that Heavy rain is a bad game, it's the story.
NO! I don't think the story is bad! I meant the feelings!
NO! I don't think they did a bad way to show what the characters felt! I meant what happen. What happen in the game is something you do not want to see in real life. I mean seriously, some crazy ass guy kill some kids and leave a bunch of paper animals after himself. In RL, that is sick.
Anyhow... Jack Travels was a twenty five year old American black cat. He had medium long hair, wore a light-brown jacket, a black New York cap, blue jeans, white shoes, a backpack and a camera hanging down from his neck.
The reason he felt sad was because he came to Canada to become a artist or a story writer. Now he had been there in three weeks and had no job, no money and no place to stay.
"At least..." he said to himself, looking up. "..Canada looks nice when it's raining."
As he was walking tiredly, looking up, he did not notice that he was about to walk into a weird looking hobo with a paper bag on his head. "Gey! Wash it, aim standing chere!" the hobo shouted in a angry way. "Wow.. sorry man, did not see you there." Jack said back to the hobo, just realizing he had walked into someone.
"Do ya not know dat ya should lok when you walk in the night?" the hobo continued.
"Yeah but.. I was not paying attention beca-" Jack answered back just before the hobo interrupted.
"Whay not? Jo can not see? Or maybe ya brain nat work? Lets take a look!" the hobo took out a knife from his pocket, looking intense at the black cat.
"Woah.. ahm.. that is a nice... knife.." Jack said as he started to walk back, slowly. "You know what? How about I walk over there and shout for the cops and you just stay here? Yeah.. you do that.."
"Bat police not help! They think aim crazy see, and they not be doctors. LIEK ME!" the hobo said as he started to walk slowly towards Jack.
"Yeah bu-" Jack started to said.
"SILENCE! I HALP YA!" the hobo shouted, swinging his knife so close that it almost hit Jack's cap.
"Eep!" a quick small noise came out of Jack's mouth, he began to walk faster and raise his arms in pure fear. "ALL RIGHT! I am officially creeped out! A crazy psychotic hobo is trying to do surgery on my brain!" Jack shouted out, walking faster.
"Don't forgat ya eyes!" the hobo said, also walking faster.
" Oh god! OH GOD!" Jack turned around and began to run, looking for a way out of the park.
"HEEEEEEEELP!" he screamed, hoping someone would hear him.
"I'm coming, stop raning!" the hobo said, running after Jack.
The hobo came closer, closer, for every second! What was Jack going to do?
He looked back and saw that the hobo was closer to him now. He tried to run faster bu-
*POFF*
He tripped on a rock and his head smashed into the ground.
He was now unconscious..
"Naow.." the hobo said, looking down at the young male cat.
"Let's da dat surg-" footsteps could be heard in the distance, someone was coming.
"AH NO! De govermant has kom for mah secret action car!" he shouted and ran away from the scene of crime.... or something..
The raindrops fell down from the sky, landing softly on Jacks body.
The footsteps came closer and soon, whoever it was, they would notice that a black twenty five year old american cat was lying in the mud. Unconscious.