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Mark was tossing and turning in his sleep. He couldn't get into a comfortable position. It felt like there was a long cylindrical pillow stuck chasing his body around whenever he moved.

Soon enough he woke up, upset by the fact that he got no good sleep. It didn't help that the bed felt hard.

He tried sitting up, but hit his head on something. He began to look around, and realized that he wasn't where he fell asleep.

He looked down at the 'bed,' and was terrified to see hardwood floors. And the boards looked huge compared to him.

He began to panic and tried to move around, only to see his hands. The hands themselves looked like paws, and his arms were covered in fur. But one arm was white, and the other was black, like his minecraft skin.

Fear coursed through him, and he looked at the rest of his body. He was a fucking cat that looked like his minecraft skin!

He began to panic and cry out for help, and luckily he heard movement.

Then a cute face looked through the slit between the roof and the floor, blocking out some light.

Mark began to panic even more because of how big the face was.

"Hey, it's okay little guy, I'm not going to hurt you," the face told him.

They began to reach a giant hand through the slit and towards him, and he began to panic even more. What was going on? How did this happen?

The person's hand began to stroke his head, and for some reason it calmed him down.

They gently pulled him through the slit, into a large bedroom. He looked around and realized he was under a bed. The person kept stroking him, and to his horror he began to pur in delight.

"I MADE WAF- WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU FIND A CAT," a boy screamed kicking open the door.

The boy quickly sat down next to the person holding Mark, and commented "the cat seems to really like you (y/n)."

So their name was (y/n)? That's a nice name. Mark then realized that he was as close to (y/n) as physically possible, which is probably why the boy said what he did.

"So, are you gonna keep it?"

Mark was praying that (y/n) said yes. He had to admit, in the five minutes he had known them, they gave really good pets, and were sweet. Plus, they could help keep him safe while he tried to make himself human again.

But to his horror, (y/n) instead said "No, what made you think I would? I can hardly take care of myself, what makes you think I could take care of another living thing? Plus, we don't even know the gender, so I can't give it a proper name."

"Leave that to me," the boy said.

He picked up Mark and brought him to the bathroom. He gently set Mark in the sink and flipped him onto his back.

"Sorry I have to do this," the boy said sadly.

Mark began to panic again as the boy began to spread his hind legs apart. In pure terror, Mark tried to swat the boys hands away. Only to see that he had broke skin in thin parallel lines.

He investigated his paws, only to see semi transparent claws outstretched between the toes.

Using this to his advantage, he began to scratch and bite the boys hands, trying to get him to stop looking at his private parts.

Soon enough the boy sighed, and picked Mark up out of the sink. Mark took this as a victory, assuming that the boy had given up due to the pain in his hands. They were bleeding quite badly.

"It is a boy," the boy proclaimed.

And that started Mark's permanent hatred towards the boy.

They boy set Mark back on the floor, and he bolted straight onto (y/n)'s lap again. But before he got cozy, he instinctually hissed at the boy.

He wanted to profusely apologize, say he had no idea what made him want to do that, but he couldn't.

"Alright, now you can keep it! Plus, we can name it Catboo," the boy said excitedly.

And that ended Mark's permanent hatred towards the boy. If the boy knew Mark's internet persona, then maybe Mark could drop hints that it's him!

"Why Catboo?"

"Because he looks like Ranboo."

"Is that one of the streamers you're obsessed with?"

"Possibly..."

"Well I still can't take care of him properly!"

"You need an emotional support animal (y/n)! Your parents refuse to believe you have any mental problems, and you can't afford a therapist. This is the next best option!"

Mark listened to the two, and began to think. He could help (y/n), and be safe from things while he figured out how to make himself human again!

"Fine, but you have to name it," (y/n) said.

Mark began to internally celebrate. He liked (y/n) much better than the boy. He was still mad about the private parts thing.

Mark understood that animals often had that happen for multiple reasons, like getting a good name. But he still hated the idea because he was still human on the inside.

"Catboo, it's officail," the boy shouted happily.

And just like that, Mark had went from popular internet streamer to the ESA of a random nobody.

He did say he wanted adventure...