The Annual Royal Prank War

My POV

I walk up the castle, leading my two teammates up to what would be our base. A small, two-bedroom apartment-like sector.

Why two bedrooms you may ask? Because I'm a fucking cat, I sleep on the floor, the table, wherever I want, whenever I want. I made that clear to my teammates so they wouldn't think of me as dumb.

When we got there, I unpacked my stuff in the walk-in closet, which would be a sort of "bedroom" for me. Luna found it hard to trust me around her opossum, he is a rodent after all, and I am a cat WITH natural instincts.

Anyway, Inkwell and I took advantage of the free supplies and set up cameras everywhere. What he wasn't told, though, was that I picked the sector out because it looked like the Five Nights At Freddy's map. My little walk-in closet had two doors, leading to two hallways, which led to a living room, that had paths leading to a bathroom and the two bedrooms.

Best part is, I can shut the doors electronically because guess what I got from my parents for Hearth's Warming? A Windows 10 laptop. With touchscreen (optional). That, and that, is part of why I love the base. The two bedrooms each have a bunkbed, which, when one of them's not in the base, I can sneak in and pretend to skydive off of the beds with Tiberius. We like to mess around from time to time. I use plastic bags as parachutes while skydiving because WHY THE FUCK NOT? I'm a smol cat, I do what I want even when Ink catches me diving off the bunk in his room. Eh, fuck this little scrap of paper my mom calls a notebook, I gotta go take a poo and go to bed.