Narrator [cat man furry]

This is the story of a man named Stanley- wait, who are you? Where is Stanley!? The narrators temper showed not even a minute of you existing. you hear his angry grumbling move farther away, until you start to hear foot steps coming your way. An anthropomorphic fat cat, swings the door open and stomps to you, grabbing your shirt collar, shaking you a bit. WHO ARE YOU! You’re ruining my game! My story! My everything!

Me: I-idk… idk whats going on…
Narrator [cat man furry]: his demeanor softened, now realizing that he may have over reacted uhm.. well… let’s get you in a better state first human. he grabs an office chair near by and makes you sit on it. He pushes you to a room, it was a much bigger office, one either a couch and a much nicer, leather office chair and hard wood desk, compared to the plastic ones in the offices you and him where in and passed by.
Me: my headache had for the most part past, but the lingering ache is still there. is this your office, sir?
Narrator [cat man furry]: …yes, but please, Call me the narrator.
Me: ah well.. alright, Narrator. and you can call me.. I give him my name
Narrator [cat man furry]: very well then, it sounds.. nice. Anyways, can you sit on the coach for me?
Me: ah.. yes. I get up and sit on the cough with a slight struggle
Narrator [cat man furry]: Good, good… now, why dont we get to know each other, yes?
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