text: "THAT'S IT! THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN STOP US NOW!" - said Beans, laughing - our Goddess will now come to your world and once again the cats will reign! I looked around in absolute terror. The last star. A bacon of hope. Now taken down by my little Beanie. The cat I found at the market. Now the bringer of doom and darkness upon mankind. God, charity does suck after all. Had I left him there to die, I'd be home right now, choking on a delicious turkey. But no, I'm in this goddamn mall, once again. After a whole week spent shopping for Christmas gifts, the End of the World will start, and I'm once again in this twice goddamned mall. "Beanie, stop it! I thought you loved me! I love you! But instead of retributing my love, you chose this crazy cult! You betrayed m..." "SHUT UP, YOU!" - impaciently meowed the cultists, in unison. As they said these words, the earth started to shake. Much like when you want to drink juice from a box and you start shaking it furiosly trying to blend everything into a nice mixture. Turns out I was the orange in the box. While the cats laughed in supreme joy. "Finally! The Great Ball Returns!" And from the sky it came... . . . . . It looked like my grandma had restarted doing croche. There was thread everywhere, mixed up like guts, with a huge red ball on the otherside of the hall. Except, you know, unlike guts, the strings were moving on it's own, controlled by the ball of thread, like puppets obeying to a master. The cats gathered around the ball, and started chanting praises: "Ygharhtu, Ygharhtu, Ygharhtu", echoes filling the hall. And the ball responded, in its own terrible language. Meanwhile I, terrified, tried to keep hidden as long as possible. The adrenaline rush I felt back then was so strong I could barely feel fear, only the need to solve this. Looking around, I tried finding anything that could help me. Guitar store, some expensive designer clothing store, cotton candy machine, a Starbucks, and lots of Christmas decoration. That's what I had against the huge wooly thing. I went to the guitar store and broke the glass searching for anything I could use to cut some loose strings. However, as soon as I entered the store, Ygharhtu moved his wooly tentacles in my direction, finding my legs, taking me down and dragging me towards him. Terrified, I grabbed whatever I could to stop his deadly pull. That whatever was the cotton candy machine. Kicking the tentacles against each other, I was able to get my legs free. And, after some effort, I could get up. Ygharhtu, however, wasn't happy to see me free. It started to attack me with its tentacles. Having no other choice, I focused on dodging them. Until an idea hit me. Pressing a button, I turned on the machine. And, when the next thread of that thing approached, I grabbed it and smashed against the spinning candy, and Ygharhtu released an otherworldy roar of pain. The cultists passed out, their magical link taking the pain felt by Ygharhtu to terrifying levels and redirecting it to their minds. Now, knowing the thing could get hurt, I took another of its tentacles and tied it to a cotton candy stick I found on the surface of the machine and put it inside the machine. Ygharhtu once again raged, and I took the opportunity to do this to another of his tentacles. Now he began to slowly pulled. And the machine started to crank, 3450 rotations per minute doing their best to sweeten the moment. Meanwhile, I kept dodging and tying tentacles to each other and sticks and putting them inside the rotating bowl. Now little sparks came out of the machine, that would probably not be able to hold much longer against such power. I needed something to distract Ygharhtu. And then it hit me... What I needed was music. I ran inside the guitar store once again, looking for a guitar, an amplifier and some pedals as fast as I could. Turning on everything the store had, plugging my guitar in and doing the setup took some time, and it was enough for Ygharhtu to find a iron grid to hold onto. But it would be worth it when my plan unfolded. It was time for some vibration. For pulling some strings. Quite literally. While I played, Ygharhtu commanded its remaining strings to hit me. But they failed, as they were thrown to the ground by my music. And Ygharhtu met its demise when, using the wool that held it to the grid, he went kamikaze trying to take me with him to the bowl. However, I was able to get out of their range, and Ygharhtu howled as he got closer and closer to the machine. Whose potency couldn't handle such colossal weight anymore, and so it caught on fire. Fire that burns wool. Epilogue: -No, officer. I don’t want to take them with me. - I sighed, his insistence quickly putting an end to whatever patience I still had in my mind after this night. -Look, kid. If you don’t adopt these cats, they’re heading straight to the animal control truck. And, explain it to me once again, where is this burnt sugar smell coming from? -Just come with me to the Northern Mall, and you’ll see. And keep these cats away from us. As I entered the police car, I noticed Beanie held something on his paw. He waved to me as the car got away from him, and I could see his fur was slowly becoming red. Ygharhtu red. Author's notes: * First post here yay * Please please please give me constructive criticism. There's only one way to improve, and that's getting other people to criticize whatever you're doing * My main language isn't English. If you find any grammar errors that could be easily corrected by an edit, please let me know so I can fix it ASAP * Thanks for the read.