'Nuther update. I'm re-reading Homestuck, and I got to this point and suddenly remembered this project. So here we go.
Most chapters- if I ever get around to finishing the whole thing- will probably be second-person from here on out.
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Dr. Meowgon Spengler: Be a Pioneer in the Field of Feline Jet-Propelled Aviation
First of all, that is not your name.
You much prefer the name bestowed upon you by that other human. The graceful and pink one. Most of the time, you didn't understand what she was saying, but at least she used nice-sounding words. You always liked to imagine that, if you knew the language she spoke, her prose would be as eloquent and verbose as your own.
The name, for example. 'Vodka Mutini'. That name had class. And no, you didn't know what that meant, either, but it still carried a certain weight. Made you feel important. Distinguished.
Words that, coincidentally, you would not use to describe the human standing before you now.
"Huh!" He sighs, then crosses his arms. "Guess she's not gonna wake up anytime soon. Oh well." He's standing next to the big platform with the cards and platforms on it. His suit is green. Green and ugly. That doesn't have much to do with anything, but hey, you're a mutant kitten. You can't be expected to keep a train of thought going forevoh wow look at that glowy red thing.
That is absolutely fascinating.
The boy must notice your four-eyed glance in that direction, because he grins and hops over to the weird device. "Hey, yeah! That's a great idea! I'll explore for a while, then stop by later." He reaches down to pick it up, and the vivid crimson mechanism plunks onto his back while he buckles it in place somehow. He is now objectively more ridiculous-looking than before. An impressive feat.
Wait. Now he's looking at you.
You don't like that look.
"Why, Dr. Meowgon... do you want to come along for the ride?" He narrows his eyes, like he's concentrating. "It sure looks that way."
As has been stated, you have no idea what he's going on about.
"Okay, hop aboard then. Adventure awaits." With another grin, he bends down to the ground. Now you're looking at his head. Why is he doing this? It does not make sense. You wish you could understand his human words.
Oh.
Welp.
You're on his head now. This is odd.
Hm... your natural urge to scale elevated and difficult-to-reach places is partially satisfied, but you're still somewhat concerned. The human looked like he had some kind of plan, and you don't trust his dorky, always-smiling OH NO.
NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO. THIS IS NOT GOOD.
FLYING. YOU'RE FLYING, AND LOUD NOISES, AND FIRE, AND FLYING, AND THINGS ARE MOVING FAST AND FLYING.
BAD. NOT GOOD.
Naturally, this succinct revelation leads you to scrabble and flounder to the best of your ability, even getting your claws entangled in the boy's hair at one point. In any other situation, you would of course make your way to a more useful position- pawing at his arms, perhaps, or rubbing your nose against his face- but the wind is such that you can't move from your perch atop the human's skull. You try your best to lean forward, hoping to at least get a good scratch or two in the general vicinity of his eyes, but then you stop.
He's laughing. And while you certainly could assume the high-speed chortles emanating from below you are a sign of impending doom, you're also compelled to wonder if maybe he's just really happy. Like, way happier than you've ever seen the girl human be.
You scowl. Perhaps the close proximity to this boy's brain has forced your own thoughts to become more pedestrian. After a moment of consideration, you dismiss the theory, seeing as it is based on a fundamentally sarcastic and nonscientific... premise...
...You're not scared anymore.
It might be your own distracting thoughts, or the boy's laughing, or any other factor, but this situation isn't filling you with a sense of dread. In fact, there's something about the flight pattern- looping, diving, soaring- that's starting to seem less worrisome and more exhilarating. The boy certainly seems to be enjoying himself, at least. You look up.
...
Meow.
...
Meow meow meow.
You are at a loss. Words fail you. You have resorted to visualizing, in your own mind, a series of nonsense noises that only really make sense when mewled out loud because that's how completely stunned you are right now. Sure, you had seen the Land of Light and Rain before, but never like this. Brilliant yet somehow pale, the colors blend together and swirl and explode out from the sky and the sea and the clouds, yellow and blue and pink and purple and clustered into pockets of beauty that shouldn't be able to exist at this velocity. Everything's changing, shifting, streaming past you in an instant, only for more of the incredible scene to rush into view and vanish again every second, like moving through a sky of nothing but rainbows, dying and being born without rhyme or reason.
Oh, good. The words are back.
The boy makes sure to explore ever facet he can see, dipping through golden clouds and shimmering bursts of rain. At one point, he even flies low enough to skim the water, close enough that you can see your reflection blinking back at you in the shining surface. It's exhausting, or at least it feels that way, moving this fast, but at once it's also energizing. You wish he'd let you catch your breath, and you wish he'd go faster, and you wish he'd stop, and you wish you could keep flying this way forever.
It's quite disorienting for your kitten brain. You close your eyes for a minute.
When you open them again, the flight has slowed drastically, and you're drifting closer and closer to a strange island in the sea. "Weird," the boy says, and the wind has died down enough that you can hear him now. "Who could be out here rowing in the middle of the ocean?"
Once again, you disregard the gibberish. You do, however, notice a boat on the rapidly-approaching shore.
When he finally sets down on the ground, he takes a second to carefully pluck you off his head and place you down on the beach. Still shaking slightly, you see a series of marks in front of you that lead towards an ominous cavern.
"Hoofprints in the sand," the boy says, kneeling down. "The mystery deepens." He waits a minute, as if he expected you to understand any of that. Then, an excited gleam in his eye, he dashes toward the mysterious cave.
You consider your options. You don't have to follow him. The boy did quite a few things that any self-respecting cat would turn up their nose at- you've never been placed on a head before, and certainly never flown over an ocean. That was absolutely out of line. Humans don't get to do stuff like that without permission. Well... without making it exceptionally clear that they're about to do something, and waiting for the cat to give some kind of permissive gesture. Yes, that sounds right.
You take a moment to scratch your ear.
On the other hand, this was really fun.
Your four eyes blink a few times, and you start your way towards the cave.