It wasn't easy being new in town. Everyone noticed you didn't belong. Eyes were always on you, scrutinizing everything. Being interested in atypical things was all the harder in a small, provincial setting.
Maybe that's why art has always flourished even in the hardest of times. It's allowed freedom of expression. But when Gantu signed up for art class in high school, he got more than he bargained for. Awaiting him in the art room wasn't just an outlet for all his teen angst, but the very muse that he'd been seeking all his life.
"Okay, class; settle down," said Mr. Wow, the cool cat art teacher as he floated into the room. Wearing a black beret that matched his black sunglasses and goatee, he was the hottest piece of booty Gantu had seen in a long time. "Class, I'd like you all to meet the new transfer student."
Gantu's breath hitched. All the blood rushed to his face.
"This is Lady Tremmy-"
What? That wasn't his name, and he most certainly wasn't a lady! Gantu grew angry, and he was about to shout when suddenly some pruned old hag sitting in the back of the room spoke.
"Tremaine," she corrected the teacher with ire in her voice.
"Sure, whatevs," shrugged the cat. "Now kids, let's pick up where we left off in our sketches of nude models. As luck would have it, Tammy here is a certified model, so get your pads ready."
But what about Gantu? He was new to class, too! As angry as he was, he couldn't exactly speak up because his mouth filled with vomit the moment that hag disrobed. He had to excuse himself from class, not earning him any points with Mr. Wow.
"Time spent licking toilet water is time lost painting," he said before handing over the bathroom pass. "Hope you know I don't give extra credit for missed projects."
Gantu felt bad about letting down his idol, but he felt even worse in the gut. He caught glimpse of that wrinkled, saggy flesh in the corner of his eye and it was all he could do to stop from hurling right then and there. He ran out the room and swore revenge.
The next day, Gantu steeled himself. While that vile woman posed, Gantu instead focused on his mewing muse. He started sketching cute, tiny feet and a cotton ball tail. Then came the button nose and adorable whiskers. Oh, how Gantu fought hard to not swoon! "Ha! This game's over!" he thought triumphantly as he put the finishing touches on the affectations.
His masterpiece looked sublime. But alas, it was never meant to see the light of day, for the very day it was due, the world plunged into a zombie apocalypse and Gantu was devoured, painting and all.
Meanwhile, Mr. Wow was chilling with his buddy Roo. In exchange for some nip on the down low, the cool cat forked over a Pooh stick that Roo subsequently returned to the Fellowship of the Pooh.
Sora got a sudden chill.
"What's up?" asked Riku.
"I feel like something really bad is just around the corner," Sora replied.
"Isn't it always?"
"Hmm, yeah. You're right."
The end.