{SF} Your Twisted Revenge

[Humphries]

Humphries eyes widened as he feared Jack McCarthy for the first time since meeting him. The fear only lasted a moment, as the young man had taken sight of the feline perched atop the relatively wet seat. said cat didn't mind water as much as other members of his species: he could still recall being human and taking baths and swims. It still didn't feel too grand to be weighed down with water, or to lick it clean.

Worse would be knowing that somehow Jack McCarthy was responsible for it. Jack McCarthy , who Humphries had been working quite hard to ensure would be amendable to his work and wants. Jack McCarthy , who was perhaps the only person here who truly feared and respected Humphries. And now that young man seemed to be getting ready to take his revenge.

Humphries had signed up for this reluctantly. It had seemed to be something forced this year: all faculty and staff must participate in the fair. Humphries had tried insisting that someone needed to watch the school, but that simply hadn't worked. He could volunteer his turn, they insisted. And there he sat, sitting in the cage. People had thrown, and his basket had already collected quite a bit of funding.

Now though, now someone who seemed to have a particularly personal vendetta approached. Humphries watched the young man with the unerring gaze of a feline, waiting, watching.

[Jack McCarthy]

“Welllll, Welllll Wellllll” Jack Mccarthy strolled into the scene with an evil little smirk playing on his face, his eyes wide and gleaming with malice intent. Tossing a ball back and forward in the pale of his hands ever so lightly.

He was in no hurry, no hurry at all he wanted to savour this moment like it was a fine wine. Because this? This was the greatest day of his life. The day that Jack had been waiting for since the age of six since an unfortunate incident with the neighbours cats led to and manifested a deep seeded fear and repulsion of any and all things feline, now Jack was about to gain quite a therapeutic experience indeed.

Jack’s body language and tone of voice betrayed a large amount of confidence he was feeling knowing that HE had the upper hand at last on his mortal foe at last and boy was this sweet

“Hold on…let me…let me just-“ Jack said holding up one flaily shaking right hand before bringing it down to connect to his left in a framing motion “Let me just take a few mental snap shots here. I wanna commit this to memory” Jack said with a shit eating grin “ Oh what’s the matter? No smart little comment now? No Stephan hawkings little voice box? Not so scary now huh?

[Humphries]

Gloating, what a shocking attitude to take. Humphries simply stared at the human with a fairly flat expression on his face, altering his position so that he sat with his bottom on the dampish seat with both paws placed together in front of hm, tail curled around. Humphries' head turned for a moment to look at and acknowledge McCarthy.

Then hands went up. Then taunt, mostly to the point that no, Humphries did not have his voice box right now. He could have put it in a waterproof container, and it was at least water resistant. However, he couldn't very well speak in this public of a setting. He did have at least a few people wonder why a cat was at the dunking booth, and why students seemed eager to try and dunk him, but he hadn't given any further indication.

For now, he just stared at McCarthy, at least long enough so the young man knew that Humphries had heard and acknowledged him. Then, quite purposefully, Humphries pulled one leg up, paws stretched, baring the portions of him considered lewd by the public, and without any more grace or reservation, started bathing himself in that area.

In short, he did the feline version of giving someone the finger.

[Jack McCarthy]

Yes. Gloating. Of course he was gloating what on earth was Humphries expecting? Jack to feel sorry for his long time foe and leave him with even a small amount of dignity? Oh no no no no…Jack couldn’t leave with himself if that was to happen. To pass down the golden opportunity to finally get one in the win column against the kitty cat that made his life hell for close to a year.

He rather wake up in a blanket of cats

“Hey” Jack said tossing the ball back and forward in his hands the smugness just radiating off him “Ready all those times when you broke into my room and slept on my chest when I slept. It’s all coming back to you now huh? Karma that’s what this is sweet glorious- What are you-

Jack said already backing off whenever that damn cat did something that he wasn’t expecting it was always cause for some alarm . He watched on with concern as he slowly began to move and…

…Oh now he was dead…

Jack face furred in a clear frown as Humphries expressed his feelings in a VERY clear way “Oh you’re going to pay for that…” he muttered as he gripped the ball and made a motion that he was going to hurl it at the cat but palming it at the last moment

[Humphries]

My did McCarthy enjoy prattling on and on. He must record himself and listen to it when he's attempting to go to sleep, just so that he could continually hear his own rambling voice. Humphries had at least learned to more or less block the young man out, or at least reduce most of his chatter to ever so much white noise.

Karma? Hardly. Humphries had accrued much more karmic backlash than a simple dunking, and surely even McCarthy would know as much. But if the young man wanted to think that, Humphries would let him. The cat didn't even move until it looked like McCarthy was going to throw. Then reflex kicked in: Humphries snapped to attention, his paws going out to grip the seat, claws going out. His head swiveled along the trajectory, anticipating the hit...

only to realize what had been done. Humphries turned to look at the young man, his eyes narrowed, and he started growling, sounding like nothing so much as a chainsaw revving up.

[Jack McCarthy]

God, Jack was loving this, Every single second of this. He just wanted to bottle it up preserve it forever more and drink it up like a fine wine. A nice vintage: Wet cat. A classic. Of course he didn’t throw it at first, oh no. he needed to build up to that. The natural progression was not to be messed with. The Cat better dig in for the long haul…

Jack squealed with childlike glee jumping up and down clapping his hands together like a 60’s batman villain “Ohhhh, look at you. Not so brave now? Huh? What’s the matter? Not a fan of water huh? I wonder how cold it is? Just the feeling of yourself just immersed totally in ice-water? It’s not going to be nice is it? And you don’t when but it’ll happen. But I’m not going tell you when.” Jack suddenly rushed forward and pressed his face against the glass separating them “Are you stressed?! Does that stress you out?!”

[Humphries]

Honestly, was this young man gloating? Humphries wished he hadn't sworn a non-retaliation pact regarding this whole affair. It had been part of the agreement to even do this, given with the statement that he would have some protection between him and the more... spurious students. Humphries kept growling as Jack approached.

To his later shame, he couldn't help himself from letting out an even louder hiss and flinging his paws toward the enemy, as if he could somehow swipe at Jack through the glass. The cat turned then, his fur standing on end, and began prowling at the edges. For several seconds, Humphries' feline center seized control.

The cat pulled himself together, however. he straightened, his mind returning. as it did, he went back to preening, trying to act as though he hadn't just about humiliated himself in public.

[Jack McCarthy]

Oh nom nom nom! Oh Jack loved it. Humphries angry it was so yummy. Oh, he couldn't take another bite...Oh, maybe just one more mouthful Nom-nom nom!

A meal fit for a king.

Jack had zero fear of Humperies at the current moment? Why would he? What could he do behind his little glass den? Ohhhhh watch Jack just shiver as he clawed helplessly at the glass to the general amusement of Jack "Shhhhh" Jack minicked the sounds that the cat was making, making over dramatic clawing movements himself crossing his eyes for good measure "You see that? That's you. That's how stupid you look, and you're about to look a lot more stupid because you're in for a soaking of a lifetime"

[Humphries]

Humphries heard the mimic and he just glared at Jack. If McCarthy thought that this whole act was going to be free of consequences, then he most certainly would have something else coming. Already Humphries was planning several creative revenges, many of which involved doing things to interfere with Jack's lovelife. Especially as he called Humphries stupid.

Humphries glared for a moment, then he looked around, realizing that they were in public, and that he happened to be a cat. so he let out a soft, almost pained meow, and then laid down. He twisted himself, stretching out, almost showing his belly. Then he turned his head and let out another meow, swiping a little with a paw. At this point, he could already hear at least one passerby talking about the adorable cat and... why was he in a dunking booth.

And yet again, Humphries wished that cats could still manage evil smiles, as he would be giving McCarthy the biggest he could manage.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack would simply tell him the same thing that he had told him from close to an entire year. If Humphries even thinks about going anywhere near him. Jack will make him a pancake with his giant fucking bat and beat him half to death to with it. ESPEICALLY if he even thinks about going near Onnie. He would crush him totally and utterly and he would make that a promise he intended on doing that.

The pained purr brought a smile to his face happy to know that he finally managed to get the upper hand on his long time foe. hopping foot to foot ducking and diving his feet shuffling tossing the ball from hand to hand...but the reaction of a few passers made him frown "Oh, no." Jack called out in a light tone of voice "It's an evil Cat. I'm just going to go ahead and drown it"

There. That'll solve any confusion

[Humphries]

Humphries made certain to let out a loud, pained meow just at the moment when Jack insisted he was evil. He then repeated it, not just once or twice, but several times. Once he was certain he had a fair bit of attention, he turned and rolled then, stretching his paws out. He could feel them touch the water for a moment, which made him let out an exaggerated wince. He shook the paw several times, flipping upright, nearly losing his balance again.

Then, while looking straight at Jack, Humphries began licking the paw, fighting the urge to pull a face or other expression at the taste of the water. No, instead Humphries very much looked like a very wounded little kitten with these big old eyes that looked slightly disgruntled. He was just waiting for people to get out their phones.

At least one or two was looking at Jack, and at least one guy asked what made the guy think the cat was evil. There were a few that were mumbling about how all cats were evil, which did get a few laughs. Humphries had to resist the urge to meow at that, not quite wanting them to know. He also didn't quite want to protest: he was, for the most part, in agreement with the idea, after all.

[Jack McCarthy]

Jack was confused, what was the game here...his naturally paranoid mind whirling into gear. Oh no no no...suddenly was off here, something was wrong why was he making those kind of sounds? Those weren't fear sounds that Jack wanted to hear. Where was the fear? Where was the hissing? Where was the reactions that Jack was so longing for.

...He was up to something...

Jack's eyes flickered and danced all around him suddenly aware of all the people around him and suddenly...

It clicked....

"NO. NO THAT IS AN EVIL CAT. EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL! WHY WON'T ANYONE BELIEVE ME. I'M THE TOTALLY SANE ONE! NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I DROWN THIS CAT"

[Humphries]

Yes, Humphries had achieved what he wanted. he actually didn't care if he did end up wet and soaked. Because he'd turned this into a victory, one wherein Jack either looked ridiculous our perhaps out right insane for attacking the poor, defenseless little kitty cat. Humphries stretched out and let out another big yawn, before twisting his head. He pulled his paws up to under his chin.

Then, he made certain to cock his head to look directly at McCarthy. Humphries had totally accepted his fate, after all, so now it was up to Jack to live up to his shouting and to go through with it... in front of all these people... who were definitely starting to believe that the cat might be saner than the boy who'd been previously taunting it...

[Jack McCarthy]

Well, ok thinks might have been looking bad and Jack might have been ever so slightly losing his temper with the reaction he was getting from the crowd not to mention the damn cat that was once again getting into his head like it was his personal play pen, but Jack could still turn this around. All he had to do was calmly explained what was really happening and he wasn't just some dick screaming at a cat. Yes this situation called for a gentle touch

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" Jack screamed at the crowd surrounding him both middle fingers raised out in front of him turning in a perfect circle making sure that each and every person got their own personalized middle finger

There was always that option

Once Jack had done that he pressed the ball against his palm and finally. After what seemed like an entirety he threw the ball....only to have it bounce off the bull eyes and instead of dunking the cat it just rebounded square between Jack's eyes with a mighty TWARK causing him to stumble and blink in clear pain.

This was not going as he planned

[Humphries]

Honestly, not even Humphries had expected that result. Oh, the tantrum had hardly been surprising. In point of fact, that matched precisely the sort o behavior he'd come to expect from the young man at this point. Nor was he all that surprised to see McCarthy lashing out fairly blindly. No, it was the last part, where Jack threw and missed.

Humphries actually stopped posing for a moment. He flipped upright and walked over to look. He knew the lever worked: they'd tested it before he'd gotten in the tank. And he could've sworn that McCarthy's shot had hit. He pressed his face to the edge of the tank and tilted to look. How odd. Perhaps Fate just did not like Jack McCarthy.

Humphries looked back at the young man, who was clearly in pain. And he couldn't help but let out a meow, though even he couldn't say if he was speaking out in concern for the young man or pain. Most of the crowd had gotten their laughs and were starting to disperse, so at least the boy wouldn't have much in the way of public embarrassment. Now, the chances of Humphries letting this go, on the other hand...