Abby the Tabby pt.2
(Disclaimer: I do not own Grossology, characters, locations used, or 20 questions; note: the story is written in Abby's point of view)
Chapter 1: My Unfortunate Tail Begins
Wintertime brings up different thoughts to different people, like me and my younger brother, Ty. Were both grossologists having secret double lives, fighting grime, investigating stuff, saving lives, and dealing with stuff so gross that no one else would even get near it. Yet, we both have our differences. For Ty, wintertime means enjoying the season with his girlfriend, Naomi. For me it means having a good time playing in the snow with Ty. Though it also brings up terrible memories from what happened last winter.
Me and Ty were having a snowball fight, I of course was winning. Then the director called.
"Agents, we have an emergency. Lance Boil is at it again!" he said.
"At what sir?" Ty said.
"He's making a machine that causes incurable pinkeye." he exclaimed.
"We'll get right on it, sir." I said.
We found Lance and his machine atop Mt. Cow Pie.
"It's over Boil." I said.
"I had a feeling you two would be coming." Lance said with an evil smirk.
"Abby, you take care of Lance, I'll take care of the machine." Ty said.
"Time for a little action" I said.
Ty climbed on to the machine as I prepared to fight Lance.
"You're always the main reason why my plans fail, Abby Archer." said Lance. "You're the main one getting in my way, and you and your pesky brother are the only ones standing between me and victory.
"Then why don't you stay in jail to avoid humiliation." I said.
"We'll see who's humiliated." Lance said. Soon after he poked me in the arm with a dart. I couldn't help but shout "OUCH". By then Ty had disabled the machine and came to see what happened.
"You two may seem to be an unstoppable team, but that's about to change. Well, ta-ta." he said while igniting a bomb filled with noxious gas. Seconds later, we were knocked out.
I woke up feeling a little light headed. My head was throbbing, so rubbed it. I started to wonder what happened, but something was on top of my head. Something small and pointy. So I tried to yank it of, but when I yanked it, it hurt like someone just pulled my ear. "Wait, my ear on top of my head? Since when is my ear on top of my head?" I thought.
"Ty," I started to say, stopping short in my sentence. "Did I just meow?" I said. Those sounded like meows too. "I must be dreaming." I thought. I looked down at my hands to make sure that I wasn't what I thought I was, but instead of hands, I saw little orange fur covered paws. "I am not liking where this is going." I meowed. I ran over to where the GRS1 was. I was even running like it. I made it to the GRS1 and saw the furry reflection, small orange fur covered body, small and pointy ears on top of my head, little pink nose, whiskers, paws and claws, and even a little orange and white tipped tail. I was a......kitten, and not just a kitten, a small, orange, tabby kitten. Without thinking, I let out a blood curling screech that echoed throughout the silent snow.
"Okay, I need to calm down and think." I meowed. "But, how am I going to explain this to Ty, let alone show it to him," I thought, "and why is it so cold? I could have sworn I was wearing a coat." I clumsily ran over to Ty and he felt warm, so I curled up under his head and for some reason started purring. Some how, that woke him up. We both sat there quietly. "Ty?" I meowed, forgetting that I was a cat for a moment. I pulled his pants leg, knowing that he wouldn't follow me without reason. He followed me and I started writing in the snow,
T-Y, I-T-S M-E, A-B-B-Y.
" Abby?" he said in shock." What happened?"
"I don't know?" I said......well, meowed. He picked me up and carried me back to the GRS1 and for some odd but obvious reason, I sneezed, three times. In the GRS1 I jumped into Ty's lap and tried to think this over. At the lab, Ty explained, or tried to explain, to Lab Rat what happened.
"Ty, you know I don't allow cats in the lab!"
"I know it's a little sudden, but it wouldn't hurt to be a little sympathetic." I hissed.
"Hey, where's Abby?" At the sound of my name Ty lifted me to Lab Rat's face.
"This is a joke, right?" Ty only cocked an eyebrow. I merely dropped an ear.
"Ok then, prove to me that this cat is Abby."
"If I'm not Abby, would I want to use your cranium as a scratching post after all of the insults you've thrown at me?" I growled. True, I may be a kitten, but that doesn't make me less intimidating, well, sort of.
"If she can throw a hissy-fit like that, she must be Abby. But how?" inquired Lab Rat.
"Run an analysis on her. Maybe that can help."
So Lab Rat ran an analysis on my fur, but found something strange. He said that I had been exposed to mutagen chemicals. "Mutagen Chemicals?" I thought. Ty was silent but I thought back to the mission about what Boil had said, about "seeing who's humiliated", and then him poking me in the arm with a dart. The dart was probably filled with a mutagen with cat DNA in it.
"Lance Boil was behind it!" Ty exclaimed. He explained everything to Lab Rat. I listened to everything they said and looked at Lab Rat with a begging look thinking " Please tell me you can make an antidote, and soon.
"Making an antidote could take time, up to two or three weeks." Lab Rat replied. "Then I guess I'll be stuck as a kitten for up to two or three weeks." I glared.
"Look at the bright side, at least we have another animal companion to hang out with." he said referring to the first animal being Hermes, his pet rat and best friend.
"I ought to-" I hissed while showing my newly grown claws, being stopped short when Ty said,
"Hey, sorry to break up the love fest, but we've got to get home." He started stroking me down my back, and I don't know why but I found it soothing and I started purring.
When we made it home, Ty sat me on his bed, as we tried to figure this out.
"First things first, we've got to find you something to eat." Ty said. "If I'm going to have to eat cat food, I'm gonna either discover if I have gag reflex or bite a certain someone's leg." I thought, barely noticing my tongue sticking out of my mouth.
"It's the only thing you can eat, for now." he said, reading my thoughts, or my mouth.
"Oh, alright." I mewed, laying down with my head on my paws.
"I've got a ball of yarn." Ty said, trying to cheer me up." Ha, no seriously, HA, HA, HA." I thought.
"Fine, I'll be out getting supplies if you need me" he said, and then tossed the yarn ball back into the room. The ball rolled across the floor, beckoning me to bat it around. "Must resist instinctual urges." I repeated several times in my head."Aw, for the love of slime, I give up." I meowed, and gave in to my instincts. I batted it once, but I couldn't stop. It was like I was under a spell; the hypnotic bouncing yarn ball spell. The strange thing about it was that I was having fun, running around the room, batting and chasing the ball back and forth, until I got tired, though. "I guess the mutagen was also designed to slow down my boundless energy" I thought. At that very moment, Ty chuckled and I turned my ear and then my head. "What are you doing here, and how long have you been here?" I thought.
"Watching you, and its adorable." he answered, with a grin. "How could I not see him when I was running all around the room?" He just sat there, looking as if he had successfully gotten me to give in to my instincts. "I wasn't playing with the ball of yarn!" I meowed, shaking my head.
"Then how come you have the loose end of the yarn tangled to your left hind paw?" he said, laughing triumphantly. "Okay, maybe I was playing for a little bit. "I thought, with a little sheepish grin coming across my furry face.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. To tell the truth, I was famished. "Uh-hu" I nodded.
"Eat up." he said, handing me the bowl of cat food. "Do I even have a choice? Do I really have to?" I thought, soon after, realizing that my tounge was sticking out of my mouth. He nodded yes. I smelled it first and slowly and reluctantly took the first bite. I was surprised abut the fact that I actually liked it. I continued to eat until the bowl was empty. I yawned and jumped on to the window sill. Ty followed and we both saw that it was starting to get late. I jumped down and climbed on to Ty's bed, curling up on one of his pillows.
"Come on its time for bed." he said. I guess he didn't notice me jumping down. He climbed in to bed and said good night.
"Good night Ty." I meowed, and soon fell asleep.