Hatty Hattingtons Redemption
Survivors everywhere, complete and utter madness. All fleeing frantically from the theatre, the hordes of blood thirsty entertainment addicts trailing not far behind, not far behind enough for anyone’s liking, their wailing high pitched “NYYAHHHS” screeching from the neglected mouths was enough to send anyone packing, and the fact that these were no ordinary cats, oh nooo, these cats were not something to be tampered with, don’t let their adorable, spaced out eyes, their incredibly fluffy tummy’s or cute little faces deceive you.
These cats were way beyond what you call your average frien- I mean normal cute little pussy cats. Oh boy they’re really something I can tell yeah. They’re soul staring eyes gaze into your very fabric being, they’re faces emotionless unmoving, well except for the emotion that’s now splattered on all they’re cute little faces. Faces filled with pure hatred, bloodlust and neglect... Forgot to mention that bit. Anyway summed up these cats are big meanie jerks who spend their free time building mind bending, stomach emptying and tear streaming mazes , built only for terror and killing for the entertainment of cats who have nothing else to do in their free time, strange thing to do with anyone’s spare time, but I guess everyone needs a hobby. Even cats! Who am I to judge such cruel, sadistic and horrid goings on done by incredibly scary cats?
Anyway not to distract from the plot at hand, our brave, bedazzling and all round super friend has now escaped with all of the other prisons he freed, who managed to build the S.S FRIEND SHIP back to its good old self, you would never be able to tell old boaty had just crashed onto a spooky island filled with monstrous entertainment thirsty cats, and was built back together lovingly with the now plentiful supply of cats fur. Sorry got distracted, anyway, we see our fair hero running away from the masses of cats. Fellow prisoners holding them back with rifles, defending the beloved S.S FRIEND SHIP, protecting their friends as if their lives depended on it which they did, as any friend would do if they were in danger, or if their friend had risked their lives about a trabillonscrilloin times to save you, if that was a number real number and not one I just made up, through deathly mazes to free you.
The theatre lights are blazing lazily behind the two survivors who are desperately fighting their way to the ship. Well actually only one was fighting really. For our hero of the hour had saved the bestest friend of all from the clutches of cat kind. Who you ask, well isn’t it obvious, the bestest friend of all comment didn’t tip you off?! We’ll let me spell it out for you. HATTY HATTINGTON, the king of friendship, friend to friends and one and all, and the walking definition of handsome gentlemen if you didn’t know. But this ghastly island has taken its toll on him. And now all he does is look gloomy, motionless. His once broad and friendly smile just a straight line on his face, his eyes filled with deep sorrow, black and gloomy. Tears running down in perfectly straight parallel lines from each eye in lanes of perfectly light blue tears. Truly a sad form to see our bestest friend. Now being bravely carried by the saviour of friends.
The cats began falling down one by one with large thuds and sound screeching “meows” and squeals as they finally tasted, they’re not a moment too late and completely deserved demises. The rifles large ear splitting bangs became silent as the cats lay down on the ground, many running backs into the theatre, and the bitter taste of defeat now mixing with their savage horrid emotions. Our survivors now scamper back to their FRIEND SHIP, ha get it. And now begin sailing to the deep blue sea and beyond. The haunting theatre lights and gloomy exterior of the theatre now just an ever fading hazes behind them, or is it. Yeah am joshing yeah it is. Or is it. Who knows, I certainly don’t.
The sun was now up ready for today’s dreams, leaving behind yesterday’s woes. Waves were now calm unlike the current situation, which was certainly anything but that not just 5 minutes ago. Friends one and all were now back together again, and that’s what counted. Everyone could now resume their once jolly jovial environment they had on many of the S.S FRIEND SHIPS adventures. And what was the best way to celebrate the escape of vicious gore wanting cats at an spooky abandoned theatre, to then once again reunite with friends on their favourite boat for friendship traveling?! Well a nice hot big mug of coco of course! And so everyone begins celebrating with hot coco in each hand, basking in the warmth of friendship. All but one.
The hero of our friends now brings his beloved bestest friend Hatty Hattington a cup of coco, who still remains the same motionless emotionless state he was, when they saved him from the terrible ordeal. His unmoving, unsettling body was just lying there on the deck of the ship. Creepy. He goes to hand him the hot, tasty, sweet drink, but Hatty does nothing. He knocks it lightly against his head. Nothing. He didn’t say anything. Speechless. How seriously odd. Coco fixes everything. But no. Nothing seems to work. Not even hugs. HUGS! And Hatty LOVES hugs! But no… he was unmoving.
Hatty has been changed by this whole dreadful experience. He was no longer his bright, cheerful and cordial self anymore. Forever emotionless. Tears remain streaming down his face. His eyes not even blinking. Hattys gone. The hat that twisted his mind beyond friendship boundaries to betrayal had fallen of his once proud, dashing and handsome looking head. It now rests next to him, still glowing with the strange aura, the colour being the EVIL, VILE, VOMIT INDUCING colour RED!
The king of friendship no longer exists, well inside anyways. Just a cold, hollow shell of a once loving and all caring man. Where’s he gone...? Our hero begins crying as he holds his beloved best friend Hatty tight. Hatty needed help when he most needed it... and he was too late. Hatty had held out his hand for saving, and he was too late to grab it. The hollow man’s friend was conflicted with a range of unfamiliar saddened emotions, nothing like he should be feeling when around friends. But in that moment, he was sad, very sad. He had lost Hatty. He would miss him. He held him tight for the last time. I love you Hatty… Goodbye…
But this moment of sadness wasn’t something to be left alone, oh noooo. The waves began crashing against the ship to stop this tear swelling moment with sheer brute strength, the boat threatening to capsize. Our hero lets go of Hatty and clings to the ship with dear life, the other survivors also holding onto their butts, screaming in fear while doing so. Hattys lifeless body holds onto nothing, and is flung off the boat, the hat following pursuit.
Nothing no longer remained of Hatty now, his body hit the frantic thrashing side- to- side ocean. And slowly began going down into the dark unfriendly lonely ocean, his body making no resistance to escape the seas cruel cold watery grasp. Until eventually Hattys body reached far below, sunlight no longer here. Just darkness. Watery unfriendly darkness. Eugh. He was just that alone. Trapped. Left for dead. His only friends now being the seaweed that latched on to the seabed. Swaying, here and there, living the high life. As much as sea weed can be at the bottom of the ocean. Well at least it’s some kind of company, ay? But oh no… wait.
Something begins its descent downwards to poor Hatty. It’s the hat, all shimmery with that red weird glowy stuff. The hat meets its target, and lands bouncing a little upon impact, perfectly on Hattys head... Annnnd. Nothing. Mmmm. Thought something would happen .Hmmm. But do keep your hopes up. WAIT! Something is happening! Wait… Nope nothing... false alarm people. Actually… wait YES! Something is happening! The hat! It’s now pulsing with green glowy stuff. It’s slow at first, but its glowing faster and faster. Hattys body begins shaking violently, his body radiating with the same green glow. Then BANG!
There’s a huge flash of green light, and an enormous green ray shoots up into the sky! And Hatty fly’s along with it, upwards into the sky, but it doesn’t stop there. He keeps getting higher, and higher, AND HIGHER! His lifeless body with the green ray, his body reaching new heights, passed the sky, climbing faster and faster! Even into space! His body reaching new heights no man has ever ventured before. Wait until the fellas here this, they’ll be so jealous. They’ll be like, man I wish I could go to space. Oh yeah the story.
Hattys body is being flung right into the very fabric of space in time, stars whizzing past him in a blur of light. Past dimensions that are similar to ours, and some completely different. And it’s at this point in Hattys space journey begins to slow down, as his body is like thrown like “VOOM” into a dimension, away from all of his family of friends, and into a world much different than our own. Who knows what could be waiting for him. Monsters perhaps or a universe with mutated rabbits that are so vicious THEY’LL RIP HIS BODY FROM LIMB TO LIMB! HOW OBSCENE. Well I sure hope it’s nothing like that.
His body hits home and reaches the atmosphere of a planet we would call Earth, our bestest friend planet. And his descent onto the ground begins slowing. The green light that surrounds his body begins to fade. Then SMACK! His body crashes into the cruel, hard and dirty ground, with enough impact to like crush at least 10 walruses in one go. The ground is a bit levelled sure; ok there might be a small dip in the ground where he is. Honest.
But otherwise Hatty seems fine, well except for the fact he’s a bit out of sorts still, but other than that he’s fine, his body still its sharp dresser old self. Actually. No. ooh no. His body has … changed abit… buuuuut it’s probably for the better any way! I mean who needs hands! Oh, annnnnnd he’s in the middle of nowhere… surrounded by… nothing. Well not nothing if you count trees and grass. Yep, lots and lots of grass. This place is full of the stuff! Yeah, great. Ok he’s fu- I mean a bit stranded. I’m sure everything will work itself out. Wont it? Oh who am I kidding he’s screwed.
Author's Note
Hay there! so i have no idea if im going to continue this, i just had a sudden urge to write this, anyways hope u enjoy it if you can and im sorry if i wasted your time......
