HAT: ... what? Can't an inspired author do anything without people questioning what they're doing?

Skimble: No.

HAT: Nobody asked you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot, aaaand... OCs... aaaand... that's it, I think! Otherwise everything belongs to their rightful owners. If I butcher anything... blame Deuteronomy.

"I'm-"

"Skimbleshanks, I know. Word spreads fast around here," informs the tom.

I know, thinks the marmalade tom as his glass-green eyes flicker to the ground. "Yeah, I guess they do..."

"Weren't you as thin as a rake earlier?"

"Yeah," Skimble nods. "Mistoffelees helped me."

"Oh? Who brought you?"

"This young lass named Electra."

Asparagus nods. "Oh... how old are you?"

Skimble honestly has to think about how old he is, which kills him, and thinks back to the day before.

Has it only been a day? he wonders before he remembers that the striped tom is waiting for an answer. "I'm twenty-two."

"Pretty young."

"Yes, so I've heard. Um..." He doesn't know what else to say so he turns around to leave, but the voice of his best- of Asparagus stops him.

"Come on, you can sit next to me," he assures.

Skimble releases a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding and gets a little help up by this tom holding his scruff and making sure he doesn't drop. The marmalade tom lies on his back, exhausted, but happy. He really hopes that he'll be able to make friends with this tom. Their friendship was unique and... beneficial on both parts. He internally slaps himself and thinks of Macavity. The pollicle twisted his mind up so everything could be different. Old Deuteronomy isn't really that old and Mistoffelees isn't tiny (still short, but more stocky) and who knows about everyone else!

Stupid pollicle...

"Are you alright?"

The orange tabby blinks. "What? Why would you say that?"

"You got tears in your eyes," Asparagus points out.

"No, I'm fine," he reassures, looking away, ashamed at his sign of weakness. "Tell me about this place..."

"It's a nice place. We don't always take kindly to strangers, but kinder than our neighbors. Each cat has something peculiar about them. Mistoffelees, his showy magic, Deuteronomy and his boys a natural charisma in their own... special ways, Lyon his overly flirtatious, but kittenish and likable characteristics. Mine... I'm very... Quiet. The list goes on."

I didn't know that, Skimble thinks sarcastically. "I wouldn't be able to tell."

"Hmmm," hums the older tom as he observes the cat in front of him.

The orange tabby shifts uncomfortably under the unrelenting gaze as well as the feeling that something that will effect him is amiss; his eyes search for something wrong, but he cannot find the source of the foreboding feeling that causes his fur to prick little by little.

What's going to happen?

"Are you alright?"

Skimble shakes his head slowly and forces his body to relax. "Nothing, just... trying to figure something out."

A half-lie... he can live with that.

HAT: Alright, I was asked to explain what's happened, and I will do that... plus it's kinda confusing, I guess... Anyway! Tumble, take it away!

Tumblebrutus: Alright-y then. *points to board that has elaborate chart and uses a stick to point at each thing* Skimbleshanks was imprisoned for, what can be assumed to be at the moment, his entire life while a made up life was shoved into his head for reasons unknown, therefore, it can also be assumed that he's not had any experience on the railway, though since the lack of information HAT's given me or any of us to reveal that isn't solidly determined. After, what could be, a decade or so of torture (at least), he was released and though no one knows him, feels that he's known everyone for decades. He went to the junkyard and in a way was found by Bomba, who was taken aback at this stranger insisting that he knows her and took him to the twins to get checked out. They looked into his mind and became familiar with the lies as well as his ever growing confusion. Bombalurina, Coricopat and Tantomile had never met Skimbleshanks prior to that day, but have agreed to help him through what he's going through. Afterwards he meets Electra, one that in the fog of lies was his niece, and she took him to Mistoffelees to help his physical state since his mental state was unable to be breached by the mental psychics themselves, and the he met Asparagus, his kittenhood friend from his memories, but someone he doesn't really know. *puts away pointer and throws the board away*

HAT: Alright, now that you're all caught up, this concludes the chapter!

Tumblebrutus: Please, review!