SONG FOR THE CHAPTER ⬆️

YOUR DAILY CATBOO IMAGE ⬇️

"MARK, THE COUCH!! NO," I screeched.

Funny story, after the hug in the cafe, he pulled me into an alley, explained everything, called Tubbo as a witness, and Tubbo sounded traumatized.

Jack's parents ended up deciding that after losing my ESA and how much Catboo had influenced my mood that my parents were not fit to be parents, and so they began to rent an apartment down the street from their house. And I moved into it.

It was a major upgrade from my past home life, and Mark ended up moving into the apartment across the hallway to make sure I wouldn't be alone if I was having a panic attack or anxiety attack.

Way up

Way up

Way up to the sky

Now he was laying on the floor like a weirdo, scratching the side of my couch.

I raced over and tried to drag him away, but it was hard since he was so fucking tall.

When everybody here is sneaking in and getting high

There was a bit of a problem with the whole 'he's a human again' thing. He still acts like a cat sometimes.

He might purr when I hug him. Growl when a dog walks by. SCRATCH THE SIDE OF MY COUCH.

Way up

Way up

Way up to the moon

"You know what, fine," I said, giving up. "I'm getting McDonalds, have fun with my couch."

I began walking out of my apartment when Mark came running back.

"Using food against me? Smart."

"Don't tear up my couch and I wouldn't have to."

Boy it's good to know I got a bud like you

The end motherfuckers