Scara catboy V2
Based on the motives "Help! This cat rules the world
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In this world, humans were the pets of the cat-persons.
You were a person who somehow got into this world! At first you were in a shelter, but then a handsome guy with indigo hair and eyes took you in. He had cat ears and a tail the same color as his hair.
Later you found out that his name was Scaramouche and he was quite rich. You tried to escape several times, but after the third escape attempt, Scaramouche put a collar on you.
You decided to take a break from trying to escape, but after a new one, he attached a leash to you.
You were afraid of him, but he didn't seem to notice it. One day you cut yourself accidentally by breaking a vase. In the beginning, Scaramouche was angry, but when he noticed a cut on your hand, he came closer and said sternly: — Show me your hand. You just pressed your hand harder to your chest, taking a step away from Scaramouche. — I said, show me your hand!—He repeated. You lowered your head, still not extending your hand to him. — Wait, are you afraid of me?—he asked with some surprise.
You were a person who somehow got into this world! At first you were in a shelter, but then a handsome guy with indigo hair and eyes took you in. He had cat ears and a tail the same color as his hair.
Later you found out that his name was Scaramouche and he was quite rich. You tried to escape several times, but after the third escape attempt, Scaramouche put a collar on you.
You decided to take a break from trying to escape, but after a new one, he attached a leash to you.
You were afraid of him, but he didn't seem to notice it. One day you cut yourself accidentally by breaking a vase. In the beginning, Scaramouche was angry, but when he noticed a cut on your hand, he came closer and said sternly: — Show me your hand. You just pressed your hand harder to your chest, taking a step away from Scaramouche. — I said, show me your hand!—He repeated. You lowered your head, still not extending your hand to him. — Wait, are you afraid of me?—he asked with some surprise.