Darkness hath curtained thee eyes of Cark. It was at that point, that everything hath became quiet. And there another moment his eyes reopened to what seems to be so familiar - so conventional, yet so much which is to be described that's not yet embedded on the mind, yet seen so much within his eyes along the eventide sky.
"Where am I? How did I hath gotten in here". Finding himself surrounded by huge buildings filled with background noise. For a moment it felt lively in the first impression, however imbued with an atmosphere in which something is so off - the gray smog permeating the sky gives it all as soon as he glanced in it. His heart started to race, as he questioned how did he got here in the first place, yet his mind is fixed into the present, hindering it from dwelling into the past as he tried to.
"Michael!" Someone saith - a man clothed with plain garments approached the floundered catboy. "Dēbeor illūc allātum advenīre tibi nuntium" saith the man in Latin which Cark somehow was able to understand, but lest speak, for he is unable to speak back in the same language from the lack of acuity.
"Wherefore in God's name in this place art thou? Wherefore thou arriveth thither? Wherefore thou calleth me Michael" Saith Cark, for he is not able to recall any memory of him.
"Sum Sanctus Gabe Newell, cui appellat ē plērīsque primarium dominionum novum Iesus, venī ut tibi certiōrem quod in mundum te mīsisset Iesus. Mihi dolet nam eōrum mortalium nēmō vere saeculō cūrās non dant. Ita eum virtūte cunctum benignitāteque mox cessurūm censeō - etiam quidem farcītur prāvitāte, indignitāte, inimīcitiīsque dēmum-"
"Shut yo latn bro nobody cares aboh dat shi dead ass lingo nigga." Someone interrupth unto him as he slapped Gabe's face on the cheek, landing a finger before finally - albeit casually, passed him by the sidewalk.
"Mindth thou own businessth!" Cark shouted at him, for he is unsatisfied with the Kevin's mannerisms.
"Vidēsne quod de hīs rēbus fābulārer?" Gabe said, to whom Cark hath nodded.
"It seemth that no one abides the rules of thee Ō God". Cark - in expression saith to Jesus with a hint of disappointment
"Ita, missus es Deō et igitur dēbēs nuntia eī dīdere. Nec suīs adagiōnibus nē suādēre quidem potest aut etiam crēdentēs ā caelō hortātur quod in eō mortālī oblectātiōnis assiduē supervacuitātī serviunt. Postu-"
"Fuck off bruv, no one wants to hear you runnin yer mouth like a pretentious fag" Within another moment again he hath been slapped in the face by another redhead, to which Saint Gabe Newell staggered and fell towards the ground.
"Ist séo face of thine okay? "Shall I tellen him this heathen, to fuck right off?" Cark saith, to whom Saint Gabe responded "Minime, nēmō peccatōrem oblectat." as he stood up.
And despite his overtly pretentious use of Latin, combined with the lack of ability of speaking to Cark, he was still able to comprehend almost everything - as if he lived in the Vatican City for 50 years.
"Nunc maiōribus dīmittar quī de praesentibus consilīs mecum ad pacīscendum fābulentur. Vale, amīce." Saint Gabe Newell the messenger of thy Ten Saintlords of God finally left, leaving Cark alone in a vast yet lively bland land much to be explored. Cark wandered around the steel pavements, and as he went near thither hath saw a vast amount of large rolling machines passing by yet so sculptured with such material - specks of glowing neon colors jotted in front and rear, along with huge buildings hath never seen before. Within just minutes and not even a single asset of raw nature is to be seen. Fear was growing into him, then God said "Fear not, Michael for I will always be with you", reassuring Cark as usual.
"Please guide me, for I am lost within this world". Cark saith and started to tremble. "I don't even know who I am, nor who Michael is."
"Thou shalt not worrieth, as you as a abiding catboy, always worshipped me as a budding Christian." Saint Jesus saith. "What is that in thine headth and body?" He continued and blew a subtle gust of wind to Cark's hair.
Having been convinced by Jesus, Cark's peripherals glanced on his body - hair slowly started to grow around his torso as well his nerves felt as if it was protruding upwards; he felt that extra limbs have been embedded above his head. The hair started to turn into a creamy textured fur as it grew and spread further across his body. With care he caressed his head, and felt a soft texture which he was able to move by its own. At that time the background noise was getting louder, to the point that it's almost equivalent to a bell ringing.
"I hath grown thee Ō lovely saint Michael" Jesus saith.
"No! Please stop! Why are you doing this?" Cark within a mix of nervousness and discomfort, tried to pluck out those "extra limbs", but then it was discernible to him that those were cat ears the more he touched the outer rims of those said limbs.
Then Jesus saith to him "Michael. Thou art the chosen one, the messenger of all, the healer of society, the saviour of all corruption. For the loyalty of believing unto me, it is for the good of thy saints. Tell me, would you rather do something great at the expense of your comfort, or you shall choose to stray from our Christian morals, which is to be spread into this world that I hath created."
"Five years ago you chose for great change unto the world, hence you are betraying your own destiny to which I have aligned for you ō sovereign Michael."
Then Cark attempted to recall his past memories about his plans. Somehow, he couldn't remember anything of them, not a single memory of him planning those things. "What destiny are you talking about. I don't even understand". Cark adjusted his palm, stroking his finger on his forehead and begged. "Please help me remember o God". He pleaded, as well for the origin of how he hath came inside of the bottom of this vastland, as if he hatched himself out of a spawn egg or how he hath appeared in a anarchic universe with no thorough explanations.
"Go fulfill your obligations and do as my heavenly thrones align the tides, for no one shall regard pridefulness and corruption, for only I as a humbly benevolent God can break his own ru-
"AAAHHH, AAAHHH" Cark screamed, as he felt a sharp tingling ting that tinged a tingle within his spine, while his nose sniffed a sharp tang. Feeling as if a chain restrained him he fell down to the ground.
"Freeze, freeze!" A voice saith. Cark turned his head, and saw a large man equipped with police armor approaching towards him. His first instinct was to flee, but that was too late. Cark was already pinned down to the ground from the guard's knee.
"Please stop, what hath I done o God, help me!" Cark pleaded as he helplessly looked behind the guard tying Cark's hands behind his back and apprehended them together. "PLEASE G-". Just before completing his words he leth out a gasp, feeling as if a massive drill pierced his back, lasting for a moment.
"Tell me your name." The guard saith
"M-michael?" Cark responded instinctively. "W-why wherefore did ye arresth me? Can yowo let me go please?
"You are disrupting the public homie, now do you have any normal clothes?"
Cark's face flushed red as he took a brief glance unto his body - already entirely covered with fur, along with his extremities, yet so destitute of any garment "Uhhhh…" having been mixed with confusion, Cark wanted to blurt out a "yes", seeing that fursuits technically count as clothes according to his mind.
"Answer me!" The guard interrogated, to which the trembling Cark hearkened.
"N-no!" Cark answered honestly after a few brief pauses, as his face further blushed into boiling red.
And then, the guard continued interrogating unto him. "What are those cat-boy ears you have in your head? Are you wearing a fursuit?"
Cark's mind tarried around the question as his gut hath tellth him thou are beinth harassthed "I-I'm not a furry! bu-" again letted himself from unintentional misleading but saith out his genuine thoughts, in spite of himself literally having fur.
"Muh nigguh have no clothes m'homie, whatinthis dude allin about?" The guard, having the microphone adjusted, chuckled.
"What?"
Then, the guard continued to chuckle - much to this femboy cat's fluster. "You seem quite interesting for sure, head to the police car and we'll get this sorted out."
Cark despite being under pressure, unwillingly complied under his orders. And thence within the passing time, the guard hath coaxed him and drove him whither they hath a great time.