Hi! This is my 8th Cats fanfic and 10th fanfic overall. This will be my second one that's only about Munk and Alonzo. I use to picture Munk and Zo being bestest friends forever from birth till death, so I'm gonna change it up a bit. I think I might make this kinkier than most of my fanfics. I love writing steamy stories, but sometimes for the fans I don't. But who knows?
Anyway, enjoy!
Munkustrap wasn't always a perfectionist.
It wasn't until he was ten that he became one. He didn't mind to get dirty or to have things unorderly, but then one day, his brother Macavity said, "No one will like you if you look like trash." Munk would think about that time, and realize his brother was being such a hypocrite, because Macavity was so unkempt. But Munk believed his brother, and he looked at himself in Tugger's mirror later. Tugger didn't look trashy and people liked him. He looked rugged, but not trashy. So Munk decided to comb his fur and bathe himself twice a day. He shined his collar and would rub up against flowers to make himself smell good.
It didn't stop there, though. Munk thought that his room looked trashy, too, and so he cleaned it and organized everything. He thought the Junkyard was a little messy, too, and spruced it up a lot, too. Then he thought his friends could use a good bath, but he knew it'd be awkward and rude if he said so. Munkustrap began to think that if he was incapable of doing something, it was "trashy" or "inferior." With some things, he was okay not knowing how to do, like he didn't care if he could swing his hips like Tugger's and he didn't care if he didn't know how to cook. No, he just wanted to seem strong in every way. So he studied up on everything that he could. He worked out, too, so he wasn't only strong mentally, but also physically. Then he socailized constantly, wanting to people to like him, because he liked it when people could come to him for things and depend on him.
Though there was one cat who didn't like Munkustrap. He had grown up on the streets for awhile, his father teaching him how to do bad things until he died. He came to the Junkyard, needing help, and needing love. He was taken in by Jelly and Asparagus, since they didn't have any kittens and couldn't. He had been around for a few years and it was as though he had always been there. Though something about Munkustrap made his toes curl and his eyes narrow. It was just the way he presented himself. Everyone liked him and they all looked up to him and he was just so perfect. To the black and white calico named Alonzo, he didn't like perfect.
Alonzo didn't like perfect people because his dad had always told him, "Perfect people don't want to help you. They just want to help themselves." Though Alonzo didn't know that Munkustrap was definitely not perfect. He didn't know that Munk thought about toms or that he was so extremely self-conscious and had a long list of phobias that applied to him. Alonzo had come to the Junkyard looking for a family, and Munkustrap didn't seem like family material to him. Everyone thought that they could go to Munkustrap for anything, but Alonzo only thought that Munk just wanted to help himself. And Alonzo didn't have someone to go to, someone who wasn't putting up a front. He just wanted a friend that was perfect to him. And a perfect person to him is a best friend that can be stupid and have flaws and be there for him, because like Munkustrap, he thought about toms, too, and was also extremely self-conscious, and had many phobias, too.
So these two cats, who were both so alike and so different, ended up being so blind to what was truly in front of them.
Just a prologue. I'll have more shortly out!