"G-goodmorning?.."

He was there, he had always been. Scaramouche had watched you sob into your pillow, listened to your rants about stupid things, suffered through hours of your gamer rage and so on. You had no idea but damn Scaramouche knew.. Everything.

Today in particular was nothing different. You woke up, went to school, Scaramouche intently watched as you stripped to get dressed, you returned home after a few hours, you did your homework, and then you sat at your PC for a while. Like always. Around 6PM you rummaged around in your school bag for a paper and pen. He watched you write your full name in the corner beside the date, 12/24. You wrote 'SEXY BOYFRIEND' in big, messy letters. Scaramouche had thought you were insane before but this was simply mad. You fold the paper and scurry out of the room, returning without it. 11:59pm That was the time he read on the clock of your phone, you had rolled over and turned it on by accident. The next few seconds was boring, quiet, lonely. Suddenly, the door opened - he caught a glimpse of red, and was picked up by a white glove. He wanted to squirm, to bite - he couldn't, of course not. The mysterious older man erupts into a hearty, warm laugher - Scaramouche didn't find shit funny. PUT ME DOWN he thought. The figure oblidges, not before booping his nose though. Upon contact there is a poof of smoke, the figure disappearing before his eyes. "OI!" He shouts, momentarily pausing before realising. He made a sound. A big one, at that. Scaramouche looks down at his paws- hands.. Pale and slender. W-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS RIDICULOUS OUTFIT?? He looks down at his attire, a purple hoodie with cat ears. What. The. Fu-