Greetings, Mr. Journal

Today I realized something, you see Mr. Journal...

All my friends LOVE cats. Is that strange Mr. Journal?

Shut up, Mr. Journal. You don't understand anything, it was rhetorical. You're a journal, you cannot possibly understand my higher intelligence, stop trying please, Mr. Journal. Anyways, as I was saying before your stupidity interrupted me, Libby, (especially her, Mr. Journal.) Cassie and Dawn all love cats (I'm going to play charity and tell you I'm about to ask a rhetorical question) is it common Mr. Journal? I believe so Mr. Journal. So, let me explain how this came up, or should I say the fun part.

It started, again with Libby inviting us over, I believe she needs a new hobby Mr. Journal.

"Come in quickly!" Libby told us impatiently

"Yea, yea I'm only here to enjoy the disaster that comes whenever you call us over!" Cassie said excitedly (you see Mr. Journal she loves disaster and violence, this is where we meet half way but we're still best friends.)

Libby sighed at Cassie "not ALL of my experiments are failures!" Libby said stubbornly

Cue disbelieving looks.

Libby took us down to her basement again, and no Mr. Journal I do not see your problem with that sentence. You're very strange...

This time she had tubes with this weird WAIT FOR IT THE GOD FORBIDDEN COLOUR THAT I DESPISE WITH EVERY PARTICLE OF MY BEING IT DESERVES TO BURN -pant pant-

Wait a sec, Mr. Journal I'm almost done.

I WILL HUNT DOWN THE COLOUR AND BURY IT IN A HOLE I HATE IT AND I WILL DANCE UPON ITS GRAVE!!!!

Ok. Now I'm done. Forgive me.

...pink. Now I have nothing against people who like the colour. It's just a terrifying incident (yes, Mr. Journal me and my friends have a lot of incidents) scarred me and now I can't stand pink -shudders-

Switch. Back to story.

P-p-pink liquid flowing into...

HOLY DUCKITY DUCKS THERES A PERSON WHAT THE HELL HAS LIBBY DONE?! I thought at the time.

"HOLY DUCKITY DUCKS THERES A PERSON WHAT THE HELL HAS LIBBY DONE?! " Dawn screeched. Twin telepathy. Mwahahahaha >:3 <--- forgive me for my sins Mr. Journal, you see I could not resist, I blame Dawn.

"This just got a lot more interesting." Cassie said while smirking

"We could be arrested!" Dawn pointed out while she pointed at Cassie (haha, I'm hilarious obviously, Mr. Journal)

"We can blame Libby." Cassie said 'logically'

"Uhm, we would still be accomplices" I said, you see Mr. Journal I'm very quiet, So I don't talk much.

"Aurora you're not helping!" Cassie yell-whispered (that may not be a thing Mr. Journal, but if anyone could do that it would be Cassie)

"Libby explain" Dawn said threateningly

"Well he was working at McRonalds (HAHA YOU HAVE NOTHIN' ON ME COPYRIGHT HAHAHAHAHA) and he fell asleep, so I took him. He hasn't woken up so I named him Steve." Libby said with a PERFECTLY 'innocent' smile

Dawn looked like she had given up, you see Mr. Journal my sister is not normally mature, at all. But we would've all died if someone didn't step up to the plate. Do not think this is her normal personality.

"Well, if we goto jail I want my last meal to be cookies and cream, just like Elvis Presley." Dawn said phew, Mr. Journal she scared me when she started acting... Normal I kid you not, nooorrrrmaaaalllll. It was scary. ;-; <--- still can't resist the EMOJI's mwahahaha

Libby just took out a bowl of Cookie's and cream ice-cream like she was expecting this... Do you think she was Mr. Journal? ...... Really?! The one time it's not a rhetorical question and you mess it up?! You had one job Mr. Journal, one job.

Dawn took it and started eating while Libby walked over to 'Steve' and flipped a switch on the other end of the tubes that were attached to 'Steve' I suppose I should describe 'Steve' to you, hmm. While he looks about 40 and he has stubble on his chin and brown scraggly hair, he kinda looks like a hobo.

"AH-HA I shall now dub him Steve the hobo!" Libby shouted while tapping Steve (who was still not awake) on the forehead

Cassie stood there and my sister and me started clapping. Yes Mr. Journal, clapping.

She now pulled the second lever on the other side of the tubes filled with pink slime and Steve the hobo started...

...shrinking...

He shrunk into a tiny scraggly looking cat

Cassie looked torn between her hatred of everyone and her love of animals

Dawn said a muffled 'cute-ish' while still stuffing her face with ice cream

Libby picked Steve up and was holding him above her head while singing that song from 'the lion king'

I started inspecting Steve

"Doesn't he look a little like a bird ate a dirty carpet and puked it out?" I asked bluntly

Libby froze and started looking at him

Dawn didn't care

Cassie was muttering to herself something about 'overgrown shaggy dust bunnies'

I was confused

Libby apparently said something about 'cats being to good for McRonalds employees'

I was confused.

Cassie was now trying to pull Steve's tail

I'm still confused.

Dawn finished her icecream and was using the spoon to try and 'rid the world of a pest' by hitting him over and over with the spoon

I'm sad, Mr. Journal. No one tells me anything.

Extra:

After Libby turned the man back she asked

'Whats your name?"

"...Steve." He answered

"IM A GENIUS I KNEW IT ALL ALONG! SCREW YOU FORTUNE COOKIE!"

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