A/N: Hey lovelies, sorry my updates have been a little off schedule. I got sick and I've had a rather complicated work schedule. No one wants to work during Spring Break and I choose the same week to get sick, just my luck. Well I hope you guys enjoy this! It's a little different then my usual. Getting into Mark's perspective came easier than anticipated. Hope you have a great day lovelies! XOXO

Mark's POV
The morning sun shined brightly through the room and was perfectly glaring directly in my eyes. My head is pounding. What the h*ll did I get into last night.

My eyes flickered open, but quickly slammed shut as the sun nearly blinded me. I turned over with a grunt and began opening my eyes again. After adjusting to the brightness surrounding me in my drowsy state, I stretched and took note that the room looked...bigger. Like a lot bigger. I turned to see a peaceful Y/N sound asleep, but she looked taller than usual. God...how much did I drink last night. Note to self, don't mix that drink with these pills. I thought and looked at the bottle that sat on my nightstand.

"Y/N? Babe? Baby come on, it's getting late. We need to get up." I reached for her but my arms felt really short. What is wrong with me?

Y/N began setting up and looked at me strangely, as I kept calling her. "Mark...hey buddy what's wrong. Come here. Kitty kitty kitty..." she called to me snapping her fingers and reaching out to me.

Why in the h*ll is she calling me kitty? I gave her the same strange look. "Y/N? Why did you just call me kitty? You have too much to drink too, love?" I said with a smirk and raised my eyebrow.

"Shh...shh..bud what's wrong? Come here. What has you so vocal this morning? Huh? How's my precious snuggly kitty!?" Before I knew it she lifted me up and had me wrapped tightly in her seemingly large arms. I was freaking out. Somethings f*cky here. Why does she keep taking to me like I'm an animal? A cat specifically.

"Y/N? What's going on. I think we both had something weird last night. Please let me go, stop petting me!" I ended my little rant by pushing off of her and trying to set up. Y/N then screamed an I looked at her in worry.

"Oww...Mark! You...Mark that freaking hurt bud. Look what you did, you made me bleed. I'll be back. But BAD KITTY!" I coward back in fear. She was shouting at me, but what really bothered me was the fact that I made her bleed. How?!

I decided to make my way to the edge of the bed, and hoo...boy! That was quite the drop. I took a leap of fate and gracefully landed on all fours! All fours?! Oh God! I quickly ran to the full length mirror and when I saw my reflection I nearly had a heart attack.

"Am I a cat...?" Yep...I'm a mother fricken cat! At first I wanted to scream but at the same time I found this amazing! I'm a cat! I got closer to the mirror and checked myself out. What?! I still look good in cat form. In all my furry glory!

Holy heck balls. "I got a tail! Ahh shwoosh...ahh schoosh!" I waved my tail in front of the mirror and took in my new figure. "Ohh..and my butt feels weird. Ergg..sh*t. That was WOOF not MEOW." Speaking that video! "MEOW B*TCH!"

As I continued taking in my new figure in the mirror, as well as spurring different references from the video, Y/N made her way back from the bathroom. I caught glimpse of her from the corner of my eye and gulped. I now understood how I made her bleed and I'm sure she's not happy with me at all.

I turned to face her and approached her, trying my best to explain the situation. "Y/N?! Y/N...love I'm sorry. Listen I don't know what's going on. I mean I went to bed human and woke a...A cat! Baby, say something? Wait... You. Can't. Understand. Me." I looked down in defeat. I was shattered. It was now settling in that I am no longer human. I'm a cat. My girlfriend thinks I'm a cat.

My head hung low, but I saw a pair of feet come into view. Y/N's feet. I refused to look up, but soon found that I was being picked up by her. "Mark? I'm not mad bud." I snuggled into her embrace, happy to hear those words. She pet my head and walked us to the bed. Awkward, but comforting nonetheless. "Mark? I don't know what's wrong with you today, but you seem off. I could've sworn you were trying to talk to me. Guess the phrase 'Crazy Cat Lady' is actually a thing, huh?" She chuckled. I sat up and stared at her with sad eyes.

"No! You're beautiful. Please baby, you're not crazy. I am speaking to you. D*mmit, there has to be a way to tell you?!" I jumped out of her arms and began pacing the bottom of the bed. Her already confused look become even more evident. I figured with all my blabbering, she's probably setting there wondering why her cat is squalling away. I hated seeing her worry.

Think Mark! I continued pacing the bed. I was going to figure out a way. As I continued from one to the next, I was suddenly lifted into the air and placed on Y/N's lap. Not exactly the way I pictured setting on her lap, but...Mark! Get your sh*t together. I'm a cat now, not her boyfriend!

She began talking to me and petting me. Her touch was so gentle and loving, I wondered if she could always touch me this way. And she knew all the right places too...ahh...right there. She gently scratched behind my ears and nearly sent me into a trance. Also, can a cat get a boner? A question for the Boner Cast I presume. I chuckled to myself.

In my lulled state I hadn't noticed, but Y/N had laid back and drifted back to sleep. I was tired myself and realized I wasn't finding a solution to my new found problem today. I began to lay down, but simply couldn't get comfortable. I looked up at Y/N peacefully sleeping. Her chest rose and fell softly...very softly. Is it wrong for me to take this as an opportunity to touch her chest. Aye...I'm a cat and I'll make the best of it.

I climbed onto her torso and snuggled down onto her soft chest. I was comfortable, warm and now with her scent so close and her heartbeat like a lullaby; I could finally rest. My eyes shut firmly and I sighed before allowing sleep to consume. But that didn't happen. Nope. For as quickly as they shut they were sprang open at the sound of something moving. Someone moving.

I listened closely and sure enough I could hear someone else in our home. Now normally this wouldn't be a problem as I'm the man and would have Y/N call for help as I taught this f*cker a lesson...but I'm a cat. No! No, I'm going to protect Y/N!

I gently crawled off her sleeping form and jumped off the bed. I snuck my way out of the room, down the dark hallway, and noticed the sound was getting closer. I ran behind the couch and peered out the other side. There stood a masked man shoving things into a duffel bag. Alright Mark, we can do this. I peered down at my razor sharp claws and formed a plan.

I'll sneak up behind him, get on the couch, and lunge myself at his head. He about to get clawed to hell and back. That's right *sshole, I'm gonna meow the f*ck out of you!

My plan was set and I silently made my move. Every detail fell perfectly into place. I got into position and pounced; giving him my all. I squalled loudly and clawed at his head and face. He screamed out in pain, undoubtedly alerting Y/N. I had the upper hand but I soon found myself thrown to the floor roughly, with a thud. It put me in a daze, but I staggered to my feet; ready to attack again. Instead my eyes grew wide and I froze in place.

"Woah...hey buddy. No need to pull out a gun. Uh...dude please don't shoot that thing?" I was terrified, I'm not going to lie. This man had a gun pulled on me and now I'm possibly going to get shot. I'll do anything to keep him from using that on my Y/N though.

I moved slowly backwards, but in the opposite direction of Y/N's bedroom. I wanted him as far from her as possible. When he shouted it was loud and booming. Full of anger and hate for me, the cat that tore his face up. I smiled at the thought, not that he could see. "Shut up you stupid cat! I'll blow your brains out for that you little sh*t! Get over here!" With that I took off. I bounded and weaved through furniture, but I made a wrong turn. I continued on "No! No! NO! NOO...!" I yelled whilst climbing up a set of drapes. That didn't get me as far as I thought. I quickly found I'm not an agile cat. I fell to the ground and turned but found myself cornered! I done diddly f*cked up.

He swiftly stepped in front of me and leveled the gun directly at me. I closed my eyes and prayed for the best, though I knew the inevitable was coming. I soon heard the gun fire, but felt no pain. The gunshot was soon followed by the man screaming again and a few evil squalls from something else. I peered up and quickly my eyes sprang wide again. I now saw another cat tearing into this man. He gave him one hell of fight before he was flung off himself, but managed the send the gun flying from his hands beforehand. The man stumbled for his gun again, but the clever cat kicked towards me and lunged for his face. I kicked it towards the dark hallway leading to Y/N's room and also sprang towards the man. We attacked him unspairingly.

The man was evidently in pain and in a losing battle, but still managed to give us both a few good knocks. Then I heard the shaky voice of Y/N call out.
"The police are on there way. Now stop fighting my cat or cats rather...or...or I. Will. Shoot. You." She held a look of promise in her eyes and held the gun firmly in her hands. I let go of the man in my worn out state, but kept my guard up. On the other hand this other cat, he seemed a little more feisty. Giving the man another spiteful swap before jumping off of him. The man staggered in place with his hands slightly held above his head. He had surrendered to her and he stayed unmoving until the police and EMT's arrived.

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"I promise officer, I'm fine. Honestly the cats are the ones that did that. I wasn't hurt at all. I heard some scrapping and yelling. I immediately locked myself in the room and called for help. I don't know how they did it, but they're the real heroes in this household. Ohh...and please take that gun away. It must have been his." Y/N was speaking with the officers while the paramedics bandaged my arm and tended to this mystery cat as well.
She continued giving her statement to the officer, giving me a chance to take in the appearance of the mystery cat. He had chocolate brown and white patched fur. It was medium length and untamed. He wore a bright green collar that matched his neon green and blue eyes. Quite peculiar for a cat, but he saved my life. (A/N: I found this image on the Internet. All creds to the artist, who's name wasn't shown.)

I glanced over towards the cat. "Hey. I don't know if you can understand me, but thank you. You saved my life back there and you probably saved my beautiful Y/N's life as well. Thank you friend."

"Why wouldn't I understand you? Ye think I'm stupid or something?" The cat spoke with a slight Irish accent and a hint of annoyance, as I unintentionally offended him.

"N..no! I..well...I wasn't always a cat. God I must sound like a lunatic. Listen my name's Mark. Again I can't thank you enough. I..I would surely be dead had you not intervened." I looked away from him a moment. Taking in everything that's happened today.

"Well lad, I'm not even going to ask what you meant by that one. Ye don't have to apologize to me though. Glad to help. Say the names SepticCatEyes, but I usually go by Sam. It's shorter and easier to remember." He looked more relaxed and even had a small smile creep onto his face.

"Nice meeting you Sam. Umm...if you don't mind my asking, how did you get in our house? I'm more than thankful, don't get me wrong. Just curious."

"Aye...It's a reasonable question. Well as I was passing by the place I saw the man shimmy the window open. I could tell this fellow didn't belong here. Wasn't long till ye scrapping began and I thought I'd help a laddie out. Glad I did now? Oi?!" He finished with a smirk. Earning him my nod of agreement and a small smirk myself.

We spoke some more before the two paramedics cane back over to us. I was picked up first and carried back to Y/N. She jumped up from the couch and immediately took me into her arms with care. She cooed at me before questioning the paramedic. "Ohh...Mark. Hey buddy. Thank you soo much, will he be ok?"

The paramedic gave Y/N a reassuring nod. "Both of the cats will be fine, they'll have a few bruises that's all. Are you sure you're fine?" The paramedic asked. Y/N sat us both down on the couch and sighed with a nod.

"Physically yes. I'm just a little shaken that's all. Ohh...and where's the other cat?" As soon as she asked, the other paramedic walked over holding him. Sam looked more than thrilled to be put down. Once he was placed on the couch beside Y/N and I, the scowl he was previously wearing disappeared. "Oh...hey there buddy. You two are my heroes you know that. Yeah!" She pat Sam and my head and continued. "Hey, do you have a home  mister? Hmm...doesn't really look it. Well if not then you can stay here. What do you think? Mark, you want a bro?" Sam's ears perked up upon hearing those words. I could tell be wanted to. His gaze meet mine and I smirked. I rubbed against her hand in agreement. He came closer to her and rested beside her lap.

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Everyone had finally left and it was just Y/N, Sam, and I. I was exhausted, but worried about Y/N. She always over stresses herself and this was definitely a stressful situation.

"I know Y/N must mean a lot to ya. She must've taken you in from a really young age huh? I can tell by the way ye worry for her." Sam's question snapped me from my daze.

"Ohh..no. She's actually my girlfriend. She just worries about every little thing and it drives me insane that I can't be holding her beautiful body tightly and allow her to rest." I realized by the crazed look he was giving me that I did it again. I revealed that I haven't always been been a cat. "I...I know you are looking at me like I'm insane but I'm telling you Sam, yesterday I was as human as her. I truly don't know what happened. But I love her and I need to get back to my human form again. I can't stay like this forever." My eyes brimmed with tears and my head turned away from his.

"I don't know why, but I feel like you're telling me the truth. Ye sound like one crazy b*stard...but I believe you. What can this laddie do to help? How about you tell me the last thing ye did as a human, then the first thing you did as a cat?" Sam asked, eager to help.

"Well Y/N and I had a party last night. I don't drink often, but I occasionally have a bit. Recently my doctor prescribed me a new prescription of meds, so I thought it didn't mix well. When I woke up this morning I...well I was a cat." Sam sighed and took in all the information I just threw at him.

"Well, let me think about it, but maybe talk to Y/N. She can maybe help. I'll think and you go talk to her, but I'll be back. This cat needs to use the bog?" He looked at me as if he asked a question. Though I didn't understand.

"How do you expect me to speak to her? She doesn't speak cat lingo!" I asked.

"I don't know friend. You'll figure out. Now where's the loo? The latrine? Hell lad, where's the bathroom?" I them realized what he needed and pointed out the way.

Well back to the drawing board of figuring out how to communicate with Y/N. I went back to the bedroom, where Y/N sat. She had her phone in hand and finally seemed somewhat relaxed. I figure she's reading now.

I jumped on the bed earning a bit of her attention, but she quickly went back to her own little world. I loved that face she made. When she was deep in thought it concentration, she had the most adorable expression. I always pointed it out and she hated it, but I basked in her beauty. Right now I want to kiss her and hold her, but I can't. I have to fix this.

What else Mark? How can I communicate with her? Ahh...Morse Code? No. I..I doubt she knows as much as I do. (A/N: If you know M.C.: first off awesome, secondly pretend you don't for this part!) Umm...ooh! I maybe can write?! I immediately ran to the top of my bed and stepped onto the nightstand, earning an unapproved look from Y/N. I guess standing on some furniture is a no-no.
I began pawing at the drawer, trying my hardest to open the thing. Y/N put her phone down and scooted closer, watching my actions intently. I nearly toppled over on my head, luckily Y/N was already on guard. She swooped me up mid-fall and placed me back on the bed.

"Mark! What are you doing, bud? I have never seen you acting so stran...Mark?! MARK!?" She let out an irritated grunt as I slipped out of her hands. "Mark you may have saved me, but that doesn't give you unlimited privileges Mister!" I went back to the nightstand. This time I looked at her and begged her to open the drawer.

"Y/N? It's me Mark. Listen, open the drawer. Baby please. I'm not a cat, I'm your boyfriend. Just open the drawer" she finally clued in to what I was wanting her to do. She opened the drawer and I snatched the notepad into my mouth. She gently grabbed it and sat it up on the nightstand. I continued searching the drawer for my pen but to no avail.

"What...don't tell me you need a pen too?" She chuckled. I immediately looked at her and began agreeing. Her eyes became wide, but surely enough she rummaged through the mess and found one. In which I took and walked to the notepad. I angled my head and began dragging it along the paper. The first few attempts.

Y/...Y/N. IT iS ME MaLK...MARK. I NEed YOUR HelP. BABY I"m YOuR BF. NOT A CaT...

The letter was barely legible and even more so strange. She picked it up and read it. Her eyes held a mixture of emotions. First awe, then pain, confusion, frustration, confusion again, and then...well then she fainted. My poor Y/N just had too much stress today and all but passed out. I pushed her body into an more comfortable position and allowed her to rest.

If I had hands, my face would surely be buried in them. The stress was getting to me as well. "What am I going to do?" I asked no one in particular with a huff. I moved back to the bottom of the bed catching the movement of Sam by the door.

"Do you mind if I... or is that overstepping my boundaries." I welcomed him in and he sat beside me. "So lad, I was thinking. You said you fell asleep and woke up a cat, right? Well go back to sleep and maybe it'll be normal. It was nice meeting ye Mark. Ye one crazy cat for sure, but I won't forget you friend. Sweet dreams."

Suddenly everything went black. No sound, no sights, just complete darkness for miles. Then a ringing in my ears, that soon turned into a muffled voice. A light sensation of movement, as if I were being shaken. Last my eyes fluttered open to see Y/N's beautiful face. Her emotions looked first of worry, but quickly replaced with a smile. I looked at her and asked the only question I wanted to know the answer too.

"Am I a cat...?"

🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾 Your POV🐾 🐾 🐾 🐾

Mark has been tossing and turning throughout the night. I didn't want to wake him, but now he's mumbling in his sleep. My poor baby Markimoo is having a dream. Hopefully a good one.

I reached over and gently shook him. I began speaking to him and trying to wake him. It took longer than I expected, but I soon found my boyfriend's loving gaze meeting my own. His chocolate brown eyes full of wonder and confusion. I love him in his sleepy state of mind. I love him always.

I got ready to greet him, but before I got a chance to speak at all Mark asked me the strangest question. One that surely took me by surprise.

"Am I a cat...?" He asked with such calmness and seriousness. My brows instantly furrowed in confusion and I glanced over him. Making sure that there was nothing physically wrong.

"Mark? Baby of course you're not a cat? Wha...why would you think that you're a cat?" The confusion and worry present in my voice and undoubtedly my face.

His eyes seemed to shine brighter with those words. He slowly brought up his hands and looked them over. His smile drew wider by the second. He quickly sat up and engulfed me into a loving hug. He held me so tightly, so closely, as though he never wanted to let go. When his arms finally unhinged from my body, he brought hands to the side of my face. There he peppered my face with kisses, lingering more when he neared my lips. He pulled away, leaving us both with a 'I miss you already' smile.

"I'm back. And God I missed you. I...I had a dream I was a cat, babe. A cat? It felt so real though." He laid back on the bed, whereas I just stayed sat up facing him. I reached my hand over and stroked his floofy, black hair from his face.

"Well it wasn't real hun. It was all a dream. Though I'm pretty sure I'd still love you if you were a cat." I smiled and chuckled at the end.

He intertwined our hands and looked me in the eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes piercing my soul. "You did baby girl. You were wonderful with cats. It's just that dream was so vivid and real. I was making references to that stupid video I made a couple years ago, remember MEOW?" I nodded laughing, giving him the 'how could I forget' smile. "Yeah...so whatever we had to drink at that party, I don't want it. It made me feel crazy! I was a cat....MEOW B*TCH!"He ended with a perfect replica of the video. I was laughing at first but soon processed what he said.

"Wait, Mark? What party? And drinks? Like alcohol? Hun, gosh you haven't had anything to drink, since that small beer at Tyler's birthday party..." I explained.

"Y/N? The party last night...With the...and...it was part of the dream?  What kind of sh*t do I dream?! I told you it felt real." He sighed looking down with a look somewhere between relief and awe. I squeezed his hands reassuringly and motioned his to continue. "Alright so here's what happened in the dream. I had a slight hangover. When I awoke, I was here with you. I found out I was a cat, then this burglar tried to kill me and this other cat Sam saved me. We got him and when the police left, you adopted Sam, and he's the one that got me back to you. Because you fainted. And..." I cut off his ramblings. It was much too much to process at 3:24 AM.

"MARK! Mark?! Woah Woah Woah! Babe, it's like 3 AM and you just said that so fast. So....You were like my cat? Like my pet cat? And you were named Mark? I'd name my cat Mark? I mean yeah sounds like me, but irregardless hun...now I'm rambling! Listen goof, we'll talk about this in the morning. I'm so tired." I said, with my own words barely making any sense to me.

He reached for me and pulled me on top of his chest, kissing the top of my head and whispering sweet nothings into my hair. I smiled at his kind words. I quickly looked up, pecked him on the mouth and sunk back into his loving embrace. "I love you, Y/N L/N."

"And I love you, Mark Fischbach...even if you're my little kittiplier." I giggled sleepily against him.

"Oh...shut up!" He exaggerated while messing up my bed head hair even more. "Goodnight Y/N." I muttered a goodnight to him as he kissed my head once more. Wrapping his strong arms around me, we both fell to our much needed sleep. Sleep came easily next to him and I fell happily into lala land.
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"I'M A DOG BORF!"