This is actually based off of something that happened to me. Not all of it though. This is probably OOC because I don't think Matt is this wimpy.

It was another day in the life of Mello. You know, sitting in his room eating chocolate, pulling pranks on people, threatening people,
the usual. Meanwhile, his roommate, Matt, was playing video games, as usual.

Mello heard what sounded like someone running around in a panic, but he just thought that Matt was stomping his feet becuase he was in a boss fight or something like that.

Mello didnt expect to hear a scream though.

"What the hell, Matt?'

"SPIDER!"

Mello slapped his forehead and sighed. He then asked,"What do you want me to do about it?"

"KILL IT!"

Mello didnt feel like killing a spider for Matt. So he left the room they shared and headed towards Roger's office.

Matt POV

Some help Mello is...I'm in a crisis and he just leaves. I cant believe him! I gonna go melt all his chocolate! Yeah..thats what I'm gonna do...hmmm...something I can mel-SPIDER!

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"Roger, I need a cat!"

"Mello, what could you possibly need a cat for?"

"There's a spider in our room, and Matt's screaming his head off."

"Mello, does he scream like a girl?"

"Yeah, kinda"

Roger decided to be evil and said,"I'm sorry Mello, I cant get you a cat."

"WHY?"

"Because I'm allergic," Roger lied.

Mello stormed out of his office, but not before yelling," BS!"

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Mello POV

Stupid Roger...wont get me a cat to eat that spider...I'll just sneak out and find some random fat cat in some random alley... grrr...

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Mello returned to Wammy's two hours later with three scratches on his cheek. But he was carrying probably the fattest cat ever.
He was sure that it would eat the spider.

When Mello go to their room, he entered to find that Matt had somehow stacked the beds on top of each other. He was standing on the very top, and was using his goggles as a slingshot. The spider was on the floor.

Mello set the cat on the floor and said," Look over here cat! It's a spider!"

The cat let out a rather squeaky meow, which sounded rather wrong for the cat. It swatted the spider with its paw. The spider ran away and the cat chased it. After ten minutes, the spider was in the unknown depths of the cat's stomach.

Matt jumped off the bed, grabbed the cat and started rubbing it's belly and praising it.

The cat scratched Matt then left the room for Rogers office. It had some unfinished business to attend to.

"MELLO, the cat scratched me!"

"It's okay, Matt. It's okay."

"OK..."

"MATT! WHERE THE HELL IS MY CHOCOLATE?"

It was most definatly not okay.

What business does the cat have to attend to?

The part that happened to me: My mom got my cat to chase a spider. She didn't kill it that evening, but the next morning I found it dead in the hallway after hearing scratching sounds for like ten minutes.