You're not sure how you ended up like this. One second you're having fun at the party, the next you're here. In a dumpter, where everything seems bigger and more dreadfully smelling than usual. There are plump garbage bags surrounding you, and if the cheesy smell invading your nostrils is anything to go by, than you're pretty sure you're laying in day old pizza.

Gross.

You attempt to sit up, and hiss at the massive headache assaulting your cranium. God..it felt as if someone was trying to split open your skull. Your brain needed to stop being a drama queen and let you get the fuck out of here. After all, this place was just attacking all the senses.

It felt gross.

It smelled gross.

It looked gross.

When you moved the stuff you pressed against sounded gross.

And yeah...you know how when something smells strong you can taste it? Well yeah, you were tasting it right now, and guess what?

IT WAS GROSS!

And oh god...was that a used pad over there? No. Nope. NO. Fuck no. Time to leave. Ew ew eeeeewwww!

You quickly push yourself up, ignoring the protests your sudden migraine shouts. You needed to get out of here and take a very well deserved shower. Oh, just the sound of it made your mood brighten. The warmth, the hot steam, the heavy water pressure that made it feel as if you were getting a massage from aqua fairies. It sounded so wonderful, you couldn't wait! But first thing's first, you needed to climb out of this nasty hell. You climbed up all the strangely huge bags, wondering how much garbage someone had to have to buy bags of this size.

Maybe Ms. Vanderwood? Seven seemed to always leave his place in disarray, after all. Just imagining the amount of trash he must've had made your head hurt even worse than it already did. Ah, but this wasn't Seven's place, yeah? So there was no way this dumpster could belong to him. This had to be outside of the RFA party...which begged the question you had yet to answer.

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!

The only thing you remembered was chatting with one of the guests. A voodoo specialist, if you remember correctly. Her name was Voodollia, and Luciel seemed quite excited to invite her, since he figured she could perform tricks. You could never really say no to him when he was so excitable, so you'd agreed. But if you'd known it would lead to this...you would've denied his request straight away (and ignored his undeniably cute pouting afterwards).

There was no doubt. Voodollia must've done this to you. After all, that woman was the only one you could recall seeing before being dumped here (pun not intended, but welcomed in this shitty situation). You weren't sure what she did to you besides placing you here, but it didn't take long for you to find out.

As soon as you pounced out of that garbage you knew.

Something was horribly wrong.

Last time you checked, you didn't have fur! Or paws! Or a tail! Or any of these other animal qualities! Mirror! Mirror! You needed a mirror! Where the fuck was Zen when you needed him! That handome narcissist had to carry one whereever he went, right?! Oh, there! A puddle! Not a very clean one...but still clear enough that you could see your reflection.

Which...wasn't as recognizable as the last time you'd seen it.

Or even human, for that matter!

What stared back at you was not your usual female features, but that of a cat! Your fur color matched that of your usual hair, and your eye color was the same as well. Lucky for you, because if you were completely different you might've had a heart attack. Not that you weren't already, if your now puffed up tail was anything to go by.

Okay...don't hyperventilate...

Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm, keep calm, keep calm...

...

..LIKE HELL YOU COULD KEEP CALM! YOU WERE A DAMN CAT! A CUTE ONE SURE, BUT STILL A CAT!

Nope. Nope. You needed to fix this immediately! Okay, you needed to get help. Right now! Yoosung? No. After that whole fiasco with Elizabeth, you were pretty sure he wanted nothing to do with cats anymore. Jaehee? Nope! She'd think you'd shed all over her. Which...could you shed? Who knows, you'd check later. Zen? Hell no. Why even consider him?! He'd run as soon as he saw you! Seven? What, so he could stretch your spine and turn you into the world's longest longcat? Fuck no! And V probably wouldn't even be able to see you!

So..that left only one option..

Jumin.

The most reliable choice, and you scolded yourself for not thinking of him sooner. But..where would he even be? It was night time, and since the party started at twelve this afternoon, you doubted it was still going on. Everyone had definitely gone home by now...so..yet again you needed to make a plan. The obvious goal was to get to the rich kid's house, but how?

Hail a cab? Ha! Hilarious! 'Excuse me sir, but can you drive me to Jumin Han's penthouse? I'll pay you in fish and catnip!' Yeah right!

Looks like you're walking.

You let out a disgruntled meow, heading off with flicked back ears. It was going to be a loooong night! As you walked down the luckily deserted street (being stepped on by someone would only make this day worse), you recalled what Jumin had said during one of your phone calls.

"If you were a cat...I might have held you in my arms and brought you home immediately"

You heave the best sigh a kitten can muster, paws padding on the ground as you headed towards Jumin's penthouse. I reaaally hope you meant that, Jumin...