Please excuse how stupid this sounds I only had the idea like half and hour ago this is the quickest thing I've ever written.

I don't own Homestuck.

1st of September, 7:14 AM

I have found myself in a very troubling situation. My person opened the cupboard this morning to feed herself and locked me inside, with nothing but human dishes as my companions. Fortunately, I am a cat, so the whole seeing in the dark thing is helping me not trip and fall to what would surely be my death, but unfortunately, there are no rats or bugs in here, so I will not have entertainment. I'm sure Roxy will find me eventually.

1st of September, 7:16 AM

Roxy is starting to call my name out in search for me. I would meow in response but I am not capable of bringing myself to care. I will wait a few more hours for her to get truly worried. Maybe she can call some of her human friends and vent to them about how scared she will be about not being able to find me. Until then, I will sit here, making sure I walk over every plate she owns.

1st of September, 7:17 AM

So it seems Roxy's left to the ectobiology lab. She left a plate of cat food out to bring me back, though… actually, that plate smells really good… is… is that fish? Oh… oh no, I NEED to get out of here NOW!

1st of September, 7:18 AM

All attempts to break out of my cupboard-y prison have been in vain. I don't know how I could've ever thought I would enjoy it here. I will attempt to meow loud enough that Roxy will hear me, wherever she may be.

1st of September, 7:20 AM

These long minutes are passing by like days. My throat is now in pain. I hope Roxy will appreciate the devotion I am showing her here, trying to break free to ease her worrying bones. I really want a drink of water. What is my life.

1st of September, 7:21

I have now accepted my fate. I will never leave this cupboard. That is okay, though, I have already experienced the pains of losing an owner I love, it's not like I can't go through with it again. I have decided that this time, I will move on and love the dinner platter now. Who needs a person when they can have a platter.

1st of September, 7:22

I have discovered that the platter does not hold any actual trace of food on it. The betrayal is just too much. I can't take this pain again… wait, are those footsteps? ROXY!

1st of September, 7:23

My person has returned to me! She opened the cupboard with this huge sigh, like she's sick of me doing this or something. The lack of joy is upsetting me. She must have sabotaged me by intentionally putting me in that cupboard. I cannot believe she- oh… oh, wait, no… no, I take that back, Roxy's amazing she's scratching my tummy holy whiskers…

Oh my god she's brought snacks home.

This is the best day of my life.

Yeah...

There's really nothing I can say to add to that...

Thanks for reading.