Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, or any of it's characters (although I wish I owned Schrödinger! XD) This is my fist Fanfic, so no hating kay?
Schrödinger woke up to find that he was not in the same place he had fallen asleep. As he stretched and scratched his ears, he tried to contemplate where the hell he was. He had been taking a catnap while off duty in one of Millennium's airships, and now he found himself in a strange room filled with various crates and junk.
"Hallo? Iz anybody zer? he called out. His ear twitched with annoyance, he couldn't have teleported could he? He realized it was quite difficult to find himself, wherever he was. There was going to be no teleporting out of this one. Schrödinger was getting quite bored, he wished that he at least had some snacks to keep him occupied.
Mmmmmm… salmon, now zat iz vat I vish I had right now… Schrödinger was looking to take another catnap when he heard a familiar voice.
"Iz zat vat you sink you are doing? Vat if just choose to feed you to the ghouls? How vould you feel about zat?" The Major entered the room, arguing with one of the comrades. The bloated man walked over to where Schrödinger stood with his arms crossed, wearing an enormous smile.
"Major, how rude! I vaz just about to take another nap!" The Major laughed at this complaint, Schrödinger did not look amused.
"Vy can't I teleport right now? Vere ar ve?" questioned the catboy.
"I sink zat Doc installed some mind thing somevere, ve vouldn't vant you to escape now vould ve? As for your current location, you are in ze storage room of ze airship I believe. It really should be cleaned out don't you sink?" The Major's tone was casual, but the glint in his eyes behind his glasses showed that he was really enjoying himself right now.
"I've been sinking, it's been so long since I've had some real fun, killing innocent people gets so boring sometimes, you know? I vaz sinking, you've never been to school Schrödinger?" Schrödinger was outraged, why him? Why not just annoy someone of a higher rank? Why take it out on a Warrant-Officer?
"Vell maybe I have been busy helping you out vith your stupid vorld-conquest zing? Maybe I've been running your errands and reappearing because your stupid enemies keep killing me!" Schrödinger screamed. He was quite cranky right now. Lack of sleep+lack of food=cranky catboy. The Major started to walk away, not paying attention to Schrödinger's outburst.
"Auf Wiedersehen, you start school in von hour. I should like to hear all about it ven you return!" Schrödinger scowled, leaving the room. He hated not being able to teleport, how else did he get around? It's not like he knew where anything was on this ship. The only apparent exit was through a door on the left side of the corridor, Schrödinger was relieved at first, at least he knew what room this was. But he was disappointed to see that the Letztes Battalion was having a little party.
No chance of escaping now I guess… thought Schrödinger. At least I left some cat treats in here the other day.
The usually terrifying soldiers were having a blast, all chanting some folk tune. Some of them were on the verge of falling over backwards, obviously there had been much consumption of schnapps. Rip van Winkle began to sing something from her favorite Opera, Der Freishütz. Schrödinger rolled his eyes as he opened the cabinet , his couldn't possibly get worse. Much to Schrödinger's dismay, it just did.
"Who ze hell stole my cat treats?!"