A cat.
A small, gray, slightly chubby cat standing confidently in the middle of the metal corridor.
With a tiny strap around its body.
Attached to that strap was—
A portable Bluetooth speaker.
The cat stared at them.
The speaker crackled.
A deep, demonic voice boomed out:
“INTRUDER ALERT.”
Corpse.Bride’s scream died instantly.
Mewo blinked.
“…You have GOT to be kidding me.”
Cornball crouched slowly. “…Bruh… that’s a cat.”
Goober’s fear melted into breathless relief.
“It’s… it’s adorable…”
Randomiser, near tears, pointed accusingly.
“THAT THING BUMPED MY LEG LIKE IT WAS A DEMON.”
The cat meowed.
The speaker repeated, in the same terrifying monotone:
“INTRUDER ALERT.”
Norther covered his face. “Somebody trained a cat to guard a bunker?”
Curator approached carefully.
“No… someone strapped a motion-activated speaker to its back.”
“To scare off intruders,” Nobleranger realized. “It worked.”
“TOO well,” Randomiser cried.
Devesto, oddly quiet, stared at the cat intensely.
“…This wasn’t here before.”
Toady glanced at him. “You said you heard something.”
“Yes,” Devesto hissed, frustrated. “But this isn’t it.”
The group froze again.
Mewo frowned. “Wait. So the thing you heard… wasn’t the cat?”
Devesto shook his head slowly.
“No,” he whispered.
“The cat was running away from something.”
As if on cue—
The corridor behind the cat echoed.
Not a metallic thud.
Not a growl.
But…
Footsteps.
