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I woke up at the crack of dawn, to the sound of Knox, my neighbor, shrieking, as usual. I yawned, stood up, and stretched. Another useless day was what awaited me. I got dressed as slowly as possible, brushed my teeth, and walked out the door.
"Ah, 6 AM, the perfect time for waking up!" I said to myself, sarcastically. I looked around. It was raining, there was fog everywhere, and clouds hung above. I sighed, as I started walking to The Roost. Now, let's talk about my situation for a brief moment.
The name's Kid Cat, 20 years of age. I was a Jock during my school days, getting straight D's, barely passing. I was the best runner in the district, only matched by the college kids. But that wasn't enough to impress her.
...
Isabelle.
A Shih Tzu, same age as me. I first met her in kindergarten, and every since then, the crush has just been building up and up. We were friends, but I could never break it to her that I liked her. She moved here after high school, and I followed, saying that it was just a "coincidence". We talk occasionally, but she never showed any interest in me, until one day. And then, he came. I always see them walking together... laughing together...
Wyatt.
Straight A+ student, 21 years of age, biggest nerd I know, and... mayor of this town. He lives with Isabelle, because the two are "roommates", but I know there's something going on between them.
So, classic story, main character doesn't get the girl, blah-blah-blah.
I arrived at The Roost, as I sat down at the counter. Brewster turned around, and looked at me.
"Usual," I muttered. He nodded, and began brewing the coffee.
I sat there, as I waited. Almost seconds later, he laid a steaming cup of Blue Mountain Coffee in front of me. I handed him the bells, and thanked him.
I stared at the inside of the coffee for quite sometime. Just... thinking...
"Hey buddy!" I heard a voice say. I looked over and saw Wyatt walk into the Roost.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. He sat down next to me. Brewster walked over to us.
"Usual," Wyatt said, handing him some bells. Brewster nodded, getting to work. "So, Kid Cat, what's up?"
"Eh, nothing much, psst," I said, knowing that any second now he would know that I was faking this cheery mood.
"Ah," he muttered, as Brewster set his coffee down on the counter. "Thanks!" Brewster nodded, walking away, going to assist a different customer. I looked backed down in my mug, wishing that the coffee would evaporate so I'd have an excuse to leave. Half-way full. I scanned the room, seeing if anyone was watching me. Noticing that the coast was clear, I snatched the mug and chugged the remaining liquid. I set it down before anyone could notice. I stood up, and walked out casually.
"Whew," I mumbled, as I closed the door to the Roost. I walked down to the beach, and saw my old friend, Gulliver, lying on the sand. "Ey b0ss," I said, trying to get his attention. He stirred a bit, but didn't get up. I sighed, and walked over to him, only to find him mumbling to himself. I sat down next to him, and flicked him on the beak. He shot up, most likely startled by the noise. He landed back down to the sand, only to find me sitting beside him.
"Ayy," I said.
"I was heading somewhere blah-blah-blah, I remember where I was heading thanks for the alarm," he said. He was finally fed up with finding himself on the beach a least a million times in all the towns across the worlds.
"A'ight," I said, standing up, and walking off. As I trekked to the slope, I saw Gulliver chug down a small canister of whiskey. That's just what I needed. I walked back to him. "Hey, can I have a quick drink?"
"Why not," he muttered. He handed me the alcohol. I took a sip, sitting down next to him. I felt better, after that one sip. I handed it back to him, but he pushed it away. "You can have the rest."
"Thanks." He stood up, looking around.
"I'm going to head out. I'll take a train to my next destination."
"Okay, see you later," I said, taking another sip of the whiskey. He nodded, and walked off. Now I was here, just me, and my thoughts.
I couldn't do this anymore. I couldn't just let this slide. I was in love, and there was someone that was interfering with that love.
Wyatt.
That piece of shit walked in when things were actually going good. It finally seemed like she was opening up to me, but then Tortimer left, Wyatt showed up, and she fell for him. She was about to tell me something, and then the train stopped, the new mayor came, and I never heard what she wanted to say to me.
He ruined everything. I could have had her, but of course, he had to come and fuck it up!
I chugged the rest of the alcohol and threw it in the ocean.
I was going to kill him. I was going to kill him for ruining my life.
"I hope Wyatt has good security..."
I laughed, stood up, and headed back to my house. I had a flintlock pistol my grandfather had given me from his personal collection before he passed. He told me only to use if someone broke in, threated me, or ruined my life. It was time to finally put it to use. I took it off it's small stand, examining it. When I first arrived here, Blathers asked if he could have it. I told him no, and that it'd play an important role in the future.
And it's role is coming up.
I loaded the flint into the gun, then loaded black powder down the muzzle. I wrapped the ball in a patch, and put it in the muzzle. I tamped it down with a ramrod, and primed the flash pan with primer. It was ready.
With all this work, I'd better get a modern age gun soon, but I had to do this. I stuffed all the supplies in my backpack, I put the gun in my pocket, and I got as much stuff I could fit in my backpack and stuffed it in.
It was time.
It was now, or never.
"I-I, I don't know if I can do this..." I said to myself, looking at the gun in my hands. I was just mad, it could all be solved in the future. They won't stay together forever. I'll get my chance. At that time, I looked out the window. I saw them.
Together.
I didn't care now. I clenched my paws, anger was coursing through my veins. Why did she like him? Why? WHY?
I looked back out the window. N-No...
It couldn't be happening.
He was on one knee.
He presented a ring.
No.
No...
No!
NO!
A week later...
I walked up to the Town Hall, Monday night, to finally do it.
I had to do what had to be done.
I opened the door, only to find Isabelle standing right in front of me.
"Kid Cat!" she exclaimed, hugging me, with a smile. I flinched slightly.
This is what you always wanted, right?
"How are you?" she asked, breaking off the hug.
"Fine," I said, trying to seem cheery.
"Hey, Kid Cat!" I heard someone say. Wyatt was in the back, sitting in his chair. I clenched my paws.
"Hey Wyatt..." I said. "Can I have a quick word with you?"
"Sure! I'll see you at home Isabelle!" he responded. Isabelle smiled, and left. "So, what do you need?"
"Eh, nothing," I said, walking up to him. "I just had something to give you."
"Alright, cool! What is it?" I took out the gun.
"It's a flintlock pistol my grandfather gave me," I responded, inspecting it over. "But first, congratulations on your engagement."
"Thanks!" he said, smiling. "So I'm guessing this is like a wedding present?"
"More or less." I pointed the gun at his head.
"K-Kid Cat... Wh-What're you doing?" I put my paw over the trigger.
"Something I should have done a long time ago."
I pulled the trigger.
BANG
He fell to the ground, dead. A hole straight through the middle of his eyes. I grabbed a tissue from Isabelle's desk, wiping the blood off my visor and the rest of my body. I then cleaned off the pistol, and put it back into my pocket.
I looked over at Wyatt.
He was dead.
I killed him.
I looked in his pockets, finding his keys, one of them being the one to the town hall. I locked the front door, and looked through his stuff. Since he was dead, it was all mine.
I opened a drawer, finding office supplies. The majority of the drawers only held office supplies. But then I found a drawer that was locked. I took out his key ring, and tried the smallest one.
It opened.
There was a picture of him and Isabelle. I took it out, and stared at it.
I ruined this man's life...
I threw it against the wall, and continued to search the drawer. There was a small snub revolver, with a small case of bullets next to it. There was a small note next to it.
Dear Wyatt,
Thanks for taking over as mayor, it means a lot. Finally, I can get away from that dog, and her annoying questions. "Can I have some of your batteries, Mr. Mayor?" GOD, LIKE GET YOUR OWN BATTERIES, AM I RIGHT!? THEY'RE LIKE 5,000 BELLS FOR A PACK OF FOUR!
Anyway, I'm leaving my revolver with you. The Mayor before me gave it to me, and now I pass it down to you. If you ever need to use it, use on that mutt. I'm counting on you.
Sincerely,
Tortimer
I ripped the note up, and put the revolver in my pocket, and put the bullets in my backpack. That was it. I heard a knock on the door.
"Wyatt? What's taking so long?"
It was Isabelle.
I walked quietly to the door, and unlocked it. I then hid where once the door was opened, I would be out of sight. The door opened.
"Wyatt?" she said, walking towards the mayor's chair. I quickly ran out the door, before she could notice me. I heard her scream as I ran to the train station.
"Shit," I muttered. I got inside the train station, Porter was sleeping on the job. I slammed my paw on the glass. He awoke almost immediately.
"Huh," he muttered, yawning. I took the revolver out of my pocket, and pointed it at him. "EEK! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"A train, now. If you tell anyone on board I have a weapon, I'll lodge a bullet in your small, monkey brain."
What're you doing... This isn't like you...
"As long as you promise not to hurt anyone onboard."
"I promise," I said, breaking the glass with the revolver. "Now get me my train."
