My Youth Romantic Comedy is a Catastrophe as Expected


Foreword- I'll admit that this story came out of nowhere, and I don't have a good way to explain its existence. Hello, I'm Mayflower Productions, a small-time fanfiction writer, and author of the "wildly popular" Infinite Loner. What you're about to read is a side project I've been working on for the past year in tandem with my larger story. I know, I know, the concept appears a bit childish, but the idea of combining Oregairu with Nekopara ate away at me for a long time. And if I can write a decent IS crossover, the sky's the limit. As I've been occupied with other endeavors, I'm not sure where to take this, but with enough reader interest, anything is possible. Who knows, maybe this story can overtake Infinite Loner one day? Now without further ado welcome to the Catastrophe Prologue: Once Again, His Dreams Shattered.

Catastrophe- POV shift, line break "Watch out!"- Dialogue

Disclaimer: I do not own Oregairu, Nekopara, or any other intellectual properties that may appear in this story. Please don't sue me.


Prologue: Once Again, His Dreams Shattered

"Are you sure that everything is in order, and you've forgotten nothing? Homework, lunch, or your many cans of that sickening concoction."

"Please, who are you, a mother concerned about her eccentric son? It's only the first day of high school and not the end of the world, so I'll be fine. If anything, I should be worried about you, as today..."

"Big talk coming from the guy who spent countless hours practicing conversation starters in the mirror, again."

"I thought we swore to never speak of that topic, and here you are bringing it up now, the one day where it actually matters. I'm sorry, but that jab is going to cost you a few points in my book."

"Whatever, act all grumpy, just don't ruin this rare opportunity of a high school debut by hurting yourself. You've worked too hard for all your efforts to be wasted."

"Don't worry, as I'm Hikigaya Hachiman, self-preservation personified, so there's no way my plans of reinvention will fail... Oh, look at the time, I need to leave soon, or I'll be late. Well, I'll see you later."

"Take care, please prove me wrong..."

I guess waking up early this morning was not such a bad idea; everything is going according to plan: the crisp spring air flows through my raven-colored hair, the sun's warm glow shines overhead, the quiet roads are devoid of any traffic. All in all, I have the perfect conditions for a high school debut.

This moment serves as the resounding follow-up to the nightmare of middle school, headlined by that horrible "confession" I gave. That disaster amounted to the perfect amalgamation of multiple years spent misinterpreting people and their intentions. It killed a boy who held too much goodwill for his classmates and fell for the first girl who showed him obligatory kindness.

What little credibility or respect I garnered instantly vanished once I uttered those few words," I like you, please go out with me." I spent an entire year isolated and constantly derided for my foolish mistake. Everywhere I walked, insulting whispers followed, making every day feel miserable.

The present was bleak and the past humiliating, so I looked towards the future and forced myself to study out of spite and leave all those hateful words in the rear-view mirror. It was tough, shutting out all the white noise, and the entrance exam proved to be challenging, but it was well worth the effort. Those countless hours of self-improvement carried me to the present, biking my way down the road to my new elite school, Sobu High, for orientation, sporting a silly grin on my face.

Dear reader, you may ask, "Isn't it normal for a person to be excited about new environments?". The answer is that you're right, but this feeling is rarely felt by a person of my caliber, as I have been likened to a "loner," "fish-eyed stalker," or "pervert" by my peers. Maybe, they are correct about my slightly cynical and realist tendencies, but I'm human just like everyone else. I just take off the rose-tinted glasses of "youthful discretion" and see adolescence for what it is: a harsh landscape where only the most disingenuous survive...

But I guess some occasional optimism won't hurt; high school should be different than the past. I can probably find other like-minded intellectuals and form a group complaining about "nice" people. Perhaps we would call ourselves the "League of Loners," ironic name intended.

I'm so close to the finish line, with one intersection standing between myself and salvation. In only five or so minutes, my story reaches a new chapter. If my life were a light novel, this moment would be spoiled by the surprise appearance of Truck-kun and my subsequent death to it. However, this is reality, so there's no way a freak injury ruins all my chances for average high school life, right?

*Growing engine sounds* Wait, what is that noise? Is that a car coming in my direction? No, it's a glossy black limousine that screams excessive wealth. Like seriously, has the driver not heard of a school zone, as they're moving a bit too fast for this time of day. Someone could get hurt crossing the street, you know~?

Wait, why is this girl with a peach-colored bob also inattentively watching the limo? Is she an airhead? School starts soon, so she should get moving. Following her line of sight, I watch her dachshund escape her grasp and quickly run towards the middle of the road. Oh no, a high-speed vehicle plus a squishy dog equals... a very messy legal battle. I'm not very good at math, but I know that this equation does not add up.

The question is, who can prevent this nightmare scenario of canine carnage? Come on, Hachiman, think. You're the guy who can analyze his way out of any problem...

The chauffer clearly holds no intention of slowing down or stopping. There must be an influential passenger inside for them to be driving this recklessly, so any interruptions during their journey may jeopardize their employment, writing out any hope of them sobering up on their own. However, mowing down a puppy will also have them lose their license and a significant amount of income from the ensuing dispute, so no matter what, the driver lies in a catch-22.

Peachy over there is presumably too dazed from dropping the dog's leash to intervene and may not be fast enough to even matter. I would honesty act the same if I saw my pet standing on death's door, so I don't blame her for acting that way. Besides, my mother would kill me if I allowed a girl to hurt herself while I stood idly by, preaching chivalry and all that.

Finally, the poor hound in question lacks the cognitive facilities to even register its mistake, so it can't be expected to save the day. If it could, then this entire mental mockup of the situation would be unnecessary. Leaving only one other variable in play, the boy on a bicycle and the closest party to the point of impact...

The solution is oh so simple in theory; all I have to do is leap one meter forward off my bike and shield the animal before the impending collision. Hopefully, the driver stops before connecting with me, not wanting to hit a person, the carless owner is chastised for her poor behavior, and I continue my journey to school, a little bruised but alive nonetheless. It's a scenario where everyone wins: the chauffeur keeps their job as no one is hurt, Peachy and her dog are reunited, and my conscience is spared from the trauma of seeing a dog's death. Yet why are my hands shaking in a cold sweat and my heart rapidly racing?

Thinking about it logically, I stand to lose nothing by intervening. At worst, a few of my bones break from hitting the limo. How is that nerve-wracking? The pain resembles falling down a large flight of stairs. It's not like I'll die from this accident and be transported to another world. I'll only miss a few days of school for this injury, at most...

Do I really care that much about my fleeting hope of finding friends that I won't move a muscle? What chance do I have to be seen as someone sociable? My posture is atrocious, my personality unsettling, and my eyes resemble a dead fish. I'll probably be a loner in either scenario, so where's the hold-up?

If I do nothing and let this disaster play out with Peachy losing her beloved dachshund, I wouldn't be any better than a condescending bystander, only looking out for their own self-interest. Sure, theoretically, I could form a clique or even become popular, but I would act just like them, all those students discretely ignoring my pleas for help back in middle school to preserve their "social lives."

"It's fine to change out of your volition, but once the world changes you, it's all over," one of my favorite sayings rings in the back of my mind.

I stand on the precipice of rejecting everything I believe in; two roads lie before me, one whereas I explained before, I continue biking, forgetting everything that will happen shortly, and work my way up the high school social ladder. It would be difficult, requiring a complete overhaul of my character, but I can reach the top. However, every time I see Peachy in the hallways with her pained smile, as we're probably classmates judging from her uniform, my mind would flashback to this moment and the heartless decision I made. How would I live with myself, probably a vapid riajuu drowning in popularity, knowing that I brought distress onto another for my own gain? It's pathetic, and nothing more.

And then there is the alternative... protecting the dog. If I choose this option, it's guaranteed that I remain alone for the next three years. I would miss the short window, where new connections are made, and be locked out of friendship, yet again. Not to mention, I would be hit by a high-speed limo and suffer a world of pain. The chance of death from the accident is above zero, as well. However, this choice provides me the solace that I never betrayed my ideals. I can reminisce on this moment with pride, knowing that I always placed others before myself up until the bitter end.

The question is, what matters more, individualism or altruism... Wasn't my entire motive exposing the deceptive nature of adolescence and holding myself to a higher moral standard than it?.. Yes, if so, I need to start acting on those beliefs.

Hikigaya Hachiman is a lot of things: a loner who never minces his words, a doting brother that makes sacrifices for his incredible little sister who refuses to abandon him, a cynic who sees beyond the empty platitudes and artificial relationships of youth, and a heartbroken young man who fell in love for all the wrong reasons, but one thing he isn't is cruel...

"Watch out!" *car crash*

Catastrophe

Chapter 1: His High School Life Faces a Furry Speedbump

Dream Sequence

"Ha, ha, ha!" No matter how hard or far I run, the constant stream of jeering laughs follows, and all that lies ahead in an endless expanse of darkness. Mom says to just ignore them and keep moving forward, but it feels incredibly frustrating to stay silent and ignore their provocations.

They continue to repeat the same tired phrase ad nauseam, in between their sickening howls," It's incredible how Hikitani is still alone in high school, the loser should just die already, the waste of oxygen." Why am I always their target for ridicule, their reliable whipping boy? There were other quiet kids back in elementary school, acting just as pathetically I did.

Was it my hair, the contrast between the generic raven color, and the peculiar ahoge sticking out on top? I can already remember their old jokes," Hey Hikitani, do you get satellite service up there? Woah, watch out, everyone, there's a UFH or an Unidentified Flying Hikitani." Just thinking about them sours my mood immensely.

Was I an easy target for my overly trusting personality? I used to accept anyone as a friend and allowed them to walk all over me like a doormat. They deliberately sent me the wrong times for birthday parties and uttered hollow apologies, which I always believed.

Was I that socially incompetent to accept bullying as nothing but warm banter? No, I probably knew their true intentions but refused to accept them.

In hindsight, I was nothing but a pack mule to those monsters hiding in the skins of children and not one of their "buddies." If I can't defend myself now, how can I survive high school? As much as it pains me to admit it, it's time to stand up and fight!

"What do you want this time? If it's to annoy me, I'm not interested so go away. I don't need your silly concept of "friendship" anymore. I've realized that your "bonds" are worthless lies that will break under any strain and that solitude is my strength. So if you will excuse me, I have places to be and fulfilling life to live. See you never." I angrily spat out to the crowd of my most passionate haters.

I've finally confronted the demons haunting my past and all their fickle words. It doesn't matter that I'm a friendless loser with no hope of popularity. As long as I can smile at my reflection in the mirror every morning, I find meaning. Who cares that my eyes look cold and rotten like a dead fish or that I never mince my words? I don't, and that's the only opinion which matters.

"..."

"What, you don't have a response or a parting message?"

"Have fun in the hospital, you fool."

"Huh, I can't hear you, so you need to speak up."

"Have fun laughing away on nitrous oxide for saving that stupid mutt like the clown you are, Hikitani." It finally boomed in response to my farewell.

Wait, what nitrous oxide?..

Catastrophe

"Uh, how long have I been out?" I groggily groaned to myself while nursing my head. The last thing I remember is being slammed by that car, biking to school... so this is the hospital, huh? Well, one thing is for sure, my dreams of ideal high school life are dead, and my path of solitude continues. *sigh* I'm not completely surprised things ended up this way, but it was fun to hold out fleeting hopes.

There is a calendar on my bed, and I check it to see how much time has passed... a month... this is bad! I can only imagine all the work stacking up while I have been gone. Tch, I guess it's true that nice guys always finish last. Last time I act considerately.

"Oh, you're awake." Someone was waiting at my bedside. I wonder who it could be?

*pulls shades* "To whom I owe the pleasure of meeting?" It's not immediate family for sure. Komachi has school around this time of day and my parents... They're, you know, corporate slaves who are constantly exploited by their superiors, so I'm sure that they don't have the time to visit someone as insignificant as me... Hah, hah, hah.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Hachiman." Oh no, I cannot believe this; my "arch-nemesis" and cousin, Shigure Minazduki, is here. Dear reader, you may ask," Why are you hostile to a middle schooler" and my reply is to not let looks deceive you. Shigure may appear as a nice girl, with glossy back hair and amethyst eyes, but underneath is a blazing inferno. She hates my guts for not recognizing her "Imouto supremacy" and being a man of logic. So you see, Shigure likes catgirls, and I mean, she adores them. Why does that matter? My complaints are not of her owning and enjoying catgirl-related media or the occasional cosplay, but everything else about her hobby. The endless list of connections to "catgirl owners" (read: lonely men who can't accept that the 2-D world doesn't exist) and their "companions" (read: doctored photos of foreigners) on social media, and how ninety percent of her thoughts revolve around the topic. I like Georgia Max Coffee, but what if every monologue I had in some way connected to the beverage, and I walked out in public, decked in branded merchandise? Such behavior would be creepy and warrant criticism, right? That rationality explains my entire relationship with Shigure; she says something about catgirls, I explain how they're fictitious beings, she argues the opposite, rinse and repeat indefinitely. Like really, catgirls are confined to the aisles of fiction and have no place in the mortal realm.

"Still crazy about your catgirl delusion, huh?" My usual retort just rolls off the tongue at this point. "So why are you here instead of my clearly superior sister."

"Funny story about that, your family thought a change of scenery was in order, starting high school and all. This meeting was going to happen eventually, but your injury just sped up the process. In any case, I sadly have to admit that you, Hikigaya Hachiman, are now moving into the Minazduki household. Effective immediately. I hope you enjoy your remaining time in the hospital, as tomorrow is moving day." I wouldn't say I'm that surprised about my exit from the Hikigaya household, as Shigure's words only confirmed the looming suspicion brewing in my mind. The signs were all there: the gradual thinning out of my room over the past few months, the frequent phone calls Mother had with relatives, Komachi's pained smile as she sent off that faithful morning, but I chose to ignore them since they were only distractions to my single goal of a successful high school debut... which I failed by the way.

'"What about my stuff?"

"Your belongings have already been shipped over... And seriously, Pretty Cure, Hachiman? How childish." H-how did she know that I hid all my Pretty Cure memorabilia under the math textbooks? They should have been undetectable! You really are a formidable foe, Shigure-san.

"Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Oh, I hope you like cats." Please spare me the dramatics: I don't just "like cats"; in fact, some (read: no one) have likened me to an expert when dealing with the angel that is Kamakura, the world's best feline...

("Hey Kamakura, how's it going?"

"Hiss~!"

"Ahh, stop scratching me, Kamakura!"

"*sigh* You're so hopeless, onii-chan.")

...S-so what if Shigure has a few cats; it's nothing I can't handle. I'm not nervous in the slightest (read: currently fears for my potential safety).

Catastrophe

"Ok, it's showtime," I muttered while walking through the hospital's main entrance. My early-year vacation, which I mostly spent unconscious, has come to a close. I have now been discharged and thrown back into the dungeon called society... where an endless stack of assignments waits for me. Maybe, it's too soon for me to be out and about; another month wouldn't hurt, right? No, Hachiman, the time for procrastination has passed, and we need to take the first step forward! But, Common Sense-san, that sounds like meaningless riajuu drivel. No buts, Hachiman, or do you want to invalidate all those hours spent reinventing yourself after the incident? You're right; it looks like I can never win against you, Common Sense-san...

Drip, drop!" My monologue was interrupted by the sound of pouring rain... It has to be the day I'm released. Do the high powers hate me that much? Curse you, Rom-com gods!

*sigh* Further complaining won't change anything, so what should I do now? I can't trouble the hospital staff after all they've done, and I don't like the idea of owing Shigure any favors... Hmm, if I'm not mistaken, my new residence is not too far from here, and it's only a light shower, so going without an umbrella should be fine, probably...

Catastrophe

"It wasn't fine at all!" I cursed my earlier naivete as I ran through the downpour; my clothes were drenched, I could barely see through my hair, and each step felt like trudging through molasses. Unsurprisingly, my intuition was inaccurate as the rain grew harder once I made my way outside. And now for the blame game... Stupid pride, we would have had an umbrella if it wasn't for you, but instead...

"Hold on, what is that?" Yet again, my thoughts drew to a crawl. This time it was due to an unusual sight: a large cardboard box, the size of a small refrigerator, which had a few small holes cut out.

"..." I looked at the box.

"..."The box looked back at me.

"..." I looked at the box.

"Meow~." It mewled and rustled.

"..." I looked at the box and struggled to move. Logically, I should just avoid strange roadside items, and I am probably the biggest supporter of sound reasoning out there. However, I could not simply ignore the package and continue walking; it sat on the side of the road, presumably abandoned, housing some living creature fighting for its life in the rain. I could alert the proper authorities of this matter, but my body refused to do so as if it was possessed by some innate force. The equally strong forces were pulling me in opposite directions, "to act, or not to act, that is the eternal question.". I can't keep sitting here, indecisive, like a spineless Harem protagonist... Grr, What to do...

"Geez, I'll do it, even if it's not the best idea!" Maybe, the image of an isolated creature, forgotten by family and friends, hit a little too close to home, so I eventually decided to pick up the package... better later than never, I suppose...

Catastrophe

"How tiring." After almost a century, I reached my destination with no time to spare as the mystery box was almost completely soaked. Glancing up to my new residence, I noticed that the place is quite the looker, traditional Japanese architecture, and layout, with rooms widely spread out across the property, unlike the compact, two-story house that I'm used to. How am I going to get to school on time if this place is designed like a labyrinth? Whatever, those are later problems, but right now, my top priority is to get out of the rain and into a warm bath. Running through the rain does have its consequences, you know~.

"Hello, is anyone here?" Opening the door and walking inside, I ask my question in the dark foyer.

*Stare~*

*Stare~~*

*Stare~~~*

*Stare~~~~* Something about this estate is off... It almost feels like four people are stalking me at the moment, kind of like that nature documentary of lions and impalas. I turn to the source of the unsettling aura, but there's nothing. That's a bit weird, but no matter, a few stray glances pale in comparison to all the nasty looks I got in middle school. You could almost say I have a tolerance for it, or a 108 Loner Skill, specifically, #56: Thick Skin: no matter how uncomfortable people try to make me, it never works as I just monologue over their actions.

I walked towards the light I saw in the distance, and with each step, the pressure on me grew more intense. Raise the temperature all you want, mysterious force. I'm not nervous. My body is only shaking from the rain... definitely the rain.

When I eventually made it out of the foyer and into what I assume is the dining room, I finally felt alone and sighed in relief, collapsing on the ground. I'm telling you the weather can do some strange things to the human mind. Placing the box aside, I noticed a massive spread of food laid out on the table in front of me. Has someone anticipated my presence and prepared a feast? How wonderful. Realizing my currently poor manners of casually lounging, I rose, dusted myself off, and took a seat at one of the table's ends, waiting patiently for others to arrive. Luckily the wait was not too long as Shigure and her brother, Kashou, joined me at the table.

If I were to describe Kashou Minadzuki, one word would be necessary: plain. His entire persona just oozes a boring status-quo; what are his preferences? They don't matter, as they constantly change to fit the zeitgeist. Combined with his shaggy brown hair and eyes, Kashou almost stands as the perfect embodiment of . His only notable trait is his proficiency in baking, cultivated from a young age by his parents, refined from his recent stint in France, studying European confectionaries, but he rarely shows off this skill. Most of our conversations consisted of generic small talk; he asks how I'm doing at school, I tell him it's "fine," he awkwardly laughs, rinse and repeat, indefinitely. Sure, we're not the closest of relatives, but unlike most adults, Kashou doesn't force "sagely advice" down my throat and treats me like a competent human being and not a basket case... Personally, I kind of admire him for placing his own desires first, studying abroad rather than taking up the family business of Japanese confectionaries, but don't get me wrong, he's still a filthy riajuu first and foremost, hanging out with "friends" and the like. Alas, I cannot reach the summit of mediocrity that is as my dead fish eyes and calculating nature just aren't considered "normal" to people.

Hmm, I see new characters joining this dinner party, and they sure do look ridiculous; a blonde, brunette, and the two others... I don't even know how to describe their hairstyles, and I've spent countless hours watching trashy anime and reading light novels.

"Do you four care to introduce yourselves as I'm not well versed in idol culture," I question the newcomers to the table. Why call them idols? My policy is if it can't be explained by logic, it's probably the entertainment industry's fault. These four girls had an almost staggering amount of eccentricity emanating from them, almost like they aren't human... It's probably just cosplay, really convincing cosplay.

"Fine, guess I'll go first. Azuki's the name. A pleasure to meet you, Hachi-nyan~." Hold on, "Hachi-nyan," that's not even my taste, but I felt goosebumps when she cutely used it. No, not this. It's the power of moe, the bane of every loner's existence. For some reason, I'm being overcome with an inexplicable urge to reach for my wallet? I don't even like gacha! Azuki wore the stereotypical high school uniform, the sailor suit, except palette-swapped to match her dark-brown eyes, hair, and ears... specifically cat ears... It must be her idol gimmick, right? She can't be a catgirl. I scoured the internet and only found nothing short of rumors and falsified evidence. Shigure cannot be correct, for that would mean I'm wrong, and I don't make mistakes. What about that confession... I never have any lapses of judgment. This has to be a silly delusion, and I'm actually still recovering in the hospital. All I have to do is close my eyes and... close my eyes and... It's not working. "Shigure, is he always like this, seemingly talking to himself?" I'm not talking to myself; it's monologuing. The "idols" are still looking at me, worry lining their faces; I'm not crazy, as you're all fictitious beings walking and talking, which should be impossible. Maybe this is one of those rare nightmares that take time to wake up from.

"Yes, but don't worry, he'll snap out of this soon." Yeah, that must be the case, so I'll pretend to care about introductions. Azuki had a delicate and petite frame compared to most who wore her uniform and the girl beside her, who reminds me of a stereotypical ojou-san.

"Before you say anything, I'm not haughty, just a more refined catgirl. Name's Maple, don't forget because I won't tell you twice, Hikigaya. Hmph." Something is definitely wrong here... First, "Maple" somehow read my thoughts (maybe rich girls are Espers), but that's not my main concern. She self-identified herself as a "catgirl"; that's not normal. Even the most devoted idols have so much faith in their persona. In any case, maybe I can exploit Maple's appeal for my own gain.

Picture it, I'm sitting in class, and my friend complains about not having a girlfriend. He's expecting that I'm in the same boat as him. To his surprise, I turn around with my phone open and show him the background, a picture of Maple in all her blond, silky glory, and I calmly state, "I guess you're not popular.". A round of laughter breaks out in the classroom, with me at the center. Hilarious... Fat chance, never had a friend before, and not keen on making some now. Youth is a lie, after all. It's just a shallow excuse for people to show their worst face to others and blatant tribalism against those that don't fit their preconceived notions of the "status quo"...

Woah, that was bad, going on another spiteful tirade on adolescence. Need to keep it together; I can't look bad in front of these "idols," for this may be my one chance of any relevancy.

"Ahem." Oh, I wasn't paying attention. "If you're now back with us, Hachi-chan, my name is Cinnamon, a pleasure to be living with you... Finally, some new prey." Scary, Cinnamon-san, very scary. Do you see me as nothing more than a plaything? That hurts my feelings, you know~? We could have been friends, you know~? The third "catgirl" has the most exotic looks of them all, periwinkle hair and amber eyes. To top it all off with her massive "assets" and that mischievous personality. *gulp* No one told me there would be so many bishojous here: kind of nerve-wracking for a loner like myself.

Three down, only one more to go, time to finish the job," And what's your name, little girl." My onii-chan instincts kicked in, and I asked in my warmest tone.

"Oh, I'm Coconut, the youngest of the catgirls. Nice to meet you, Hachiman!" Thank you, Coconut, for the radiance of your smile. Coupled with your milk-white hair and dichromatic (gold and blue) eyes: your cuteness levels are off the charts. It almost approaches Komachi levels, which is an unprecedented development. Now with their introductions done, I think I know the truth about my new "family members"... It is clear that-.

"So, Hachiman, what do you think of our humble abode." I forget about you, Kashou; it's just that your presence is so subdued. I wonder if he can help me improve Stealth Hikki?

"Ok, I think I know what is going on here. As much as it goes against my beliefs, those four are genuine catgirls and let me guess... Munchkin, American Curl, Scottish Fold, and Maine Coon, in order of introduction." This is going to be fun, living with catgirls. I can almost hear middle-school Hachiman and all his chunni delusions squeal in delight. Dear reader, you may ask, "How could you figure out their breeds?" and the answer is simple I am the cat whisperer. I've read enough light novels and watched documentaries to understand this.

It's not like my life can get any stranger, right?

*Sneeze*

Apparently, it can.


Author's Note- It's an interesting concept isn't it, putting super sweet catgirls (as far as Hachiman knows) and a loner disillusioned with youth all under one roof. Before anyone asks, if I continued this story, it would stick closer to canon than Infinite Loner, so keep that in mind when sharing potential future plot points... *gasp* Where are my manners. If you liked what you've read so far, want to critique my writing, or want to share some ideas, write a review, follow if you want to see future updates, and favorite to make my day. I don't want to take too much of your time, so thank you for reading Catastrophe and I'll catch you on the flipside.

*Edited to make the story a bit more lively* (February 12, 2022)


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