In the meantime, Time kept on passing as Bernard lay on the cold ground, without him noticing it the power was constantly flickering back and forth like it would go off anytime.
At the same time, the time seems to go by very quickly, according to the schedule of the clock on his phone, from 7 pm it finally reached 8 pm.
The clock on his phone seemed to affect the surrounding. The only thing that was aware of this fact was a big black cat staring at the body on the ground lazily.
-[Ten]
It was at that point the seconds on his phone appeared to begin to slow down gradually to the point it seemed like the world had paused, and it appeared to be taking too long to reach 9 pm.
-[Eight]
-[Seven]
-[Six]
-[Five]
-[Four]
-[Three]
-[Two]
'Finally, the change will begin----!'
-[One]
Immediately after some time, Bernard's eyelids began to tremble slightly, and then flutter open to a world of light so bright he had to squint his eyes.
When his eyes got used to the light, he lifted himself off the ground, and rub his head gently wondering what kind of nightmare he had.
'Is it because I fell asleep on the floor, my head hurt so much?' He thought still remembering how horrifying the nightmare he had was, unable to make sense of such a dream.
After stretching his sore body all over the place, Bernard then went to pick up his phone to check what time it is. Regrettably, the goddamn battery was dead again, worse off, who knew how long it would take to recharge it.
Still, he decided to charge it first and leave it for later, but not without slapping the goddamn phone hard out of habit, to vent his little fit of rage. Just then, he felt disoriented for some reason he felt like rather than calling it a slap he seemed like he was scratching the phone instead.
'Wow, that's new?'
He thought before he realized something else about his vision, he noticed that it seemed like it became better for some reason.
Wasn't his eyes supposed to be disoriented and hazy every time he stared at something without his glasses on? He thought bewildered, unable to understand what was happening.
He quickly rush to the mirror hanging by the side of his bed, gradually he proceeded to stare at himself.
Staring at himself, on the wall he stepped back, again and again. He continued to move back until his head hit the table that was on the other side of the room.
There was a figure displaying itself in the mirror, and he could see it clearly.
Somehow, the figure wasn't him in the mirror, but strangely a cat, not just any cat, a big black one with emerald beady eyes.
Just then his mind started flashing with images, of the events that occurred before he fell asleep rather to be precise before he passed out on the ground. The more memories flashed in his head, like a flash track, the more one thought stood out like a sore thumb - Where the f*ck is the Kitten.
Bernard tried to calm himself down, and survey the room, however, he felt both fear and panic gradually building itself inside of him, where is the kitten?.... Why is he a f*cking cat for no damn reason?
"What the f*ck happened---!"
He shouted loudly, or he thought he did but what he heard that came out of his goddamn mouth was "Meoow!"
Bernard almost passed out again this time from shock, he felt like his world was crumbling before his eyes, yet he couldn't understand how it even happened in the first place. The kitten obviously couldn't have gone missing in such a small room, yet for some reason, its did, which was baffling.
He began to imagine he was still dreaming, trying to force the cruel thoughts out of his head, maybe when he takes a nap and everything might return to normal he thought inwardly.
'Maybe it's just like those nightmares, I use to have when I was a kid. Didn't I always wake up from them? I did right?' He thought rhetorically trying to put his uncanny situation as a nightmare.
Abruptly, while he was still trying to force everything into a bedtime nightmare. There was a flash of memory in his head, which then led to another then another and finally he seemed to remember something, there was a cat that stood at the right corner of his face, just before fully passing out.
'What was that? And why was there a big cat in my room, how the f*ck did such a huge kitten enter my apartment obviously in the dark?' He thought.
The moment Bernard thought of that, he suddenly felt his mind shudder fiercely. A few moments later, he felt something strange inside of him almost as if he had just been punched right in the stomach, to the point he felt like all the air in his lungs had all been knocked out.
His face turned pale with a nausea feeling, that gave him the urge to vomit right there, but barely mustering sufficient strength to hold it.
After a few moments later, Bernard opened his bloodshot eyes as the feeling he had felt suddenly disappeared, but the nervousness he was feeling made him feel sickening.
The strangest thing was right in the mirror he could now see a big black cat with beady emerald eyes staring at him, dead straight in the eyes, making him jump up in fright.
However, now the reflection of himself in the mirror for some reason was no longer that of a cat but his usual self, however, there was still a cat eerily staring at him dead in the eyes.
"Why are you messing with me? What did I do? Who are you?"Bernard shouted while trying to figure out something to use to defend himself, just Incase.
"Sorry, for scaring the sh*t out of you." A calm hoarse voice could be heard coming from the cat in the mirror. "I'm not your enemy, dear Host."
"Okay, if you think you are scaring the sh*t out of me, you are right. You are even doing a great job at that, also what do you mean by host, why the heck did I turn into a cat a moment ago?" Bernard said out loud as he kept looking at its, gradually shifting backward.
The cat looked at what Bernard was doing in amusement and, but was too busy licking its paw gently to care.
It's obviously didn't give a f*ck!
"As I said, I am not here to hurt you. dear Host, so you can trust me when I say that. If not your beloved head would have been laid on the ground, so believe me." The cat said looking at him, for some reason Bernard felt weird was he going crazy? Why else would he be here conversing with a goddamn cat!
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