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Jason Voorhees
- A stray when you found him. Mangy, dirty, in serious need of TLC–once you clean him up, his fur is still a bit rough, but he’s an adorable scrapper. He has scars on his face and ears from past fights.
- He’s a total lap cat. Incredibly loyal, he’ll follow you around all day, just wanting to be near you. You’re the only human he likes. Just you…you’re the only good one. If he visits anyone else’s room, it’s a ‘stop what you’re doing, you’re witnessing a miracle’ moment.
- Feeding and Grooming. Brings you dead animals because he thinks you can’t hunt for yourself. What if you starve? He’d also groom you. If you pull away, he’ll paw-slap you. Just accept his love!
- Essentially Jason in his final form. He’s a very good boy. In fact, he’s your best boy. No one’s as well behaved as him. (He’s the lowest maintenance cat.)
Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)
- Sixth Sense levels of ESP. Knows if you’re upset, and will always magically show up when you need him. Whenever you’re crying, he’ll scratch at your door, then hop up onto your bed. He’ll curl up against you and purr.
- Purrs for no apparent reason. Look at him? Purr. Trip over him? Purr. Simply exist? Puuurrrrrrr. (He loves you that much.)
- Looks scary, is actually scared. Rather skittish around other humans, hides under your bed when afraid. Still, everyone is afraid of him. Parents fear for their small children because he’s large enough to cause serious damage.
- Rejected. Thomas grew up in a pet store, watching all the other kittens get adopted–all but him. That is, until you came into his life. Thomas understands what it’s like to be rejected and alone. He always shows his appreciation by being there whenever you need him most.
Michael Myers
- Don’t touch me foul human! (Severe levels of moodiness.) Swipe, swipe, swipe-ty, swipe! He’ll give a warning meow before you even reach for him. Seriously…he’s insane. Everyone fears him–except for you. (Because you’re the first human he met in the family–the one who adopted him. Or rather, he chose you.)
- Stalks around like a majestic puma. He cannot be tamed, and supreme sass fills his every action. Michael cares about his fur, because he’s flipping gorgeous and he knows it. Messing up his fur legitimately bothers him.
- Secretly a very emotional cat. Holds legitimate grudges (for a day or so). If you pet another cat in front of him, he will absolutely pout over it. Don’t try to pet him…he needs time.
- Looks scary, is scary. You know he loves you because you’re the only one that can pick him up. Also, your room is the only one he’ll sleep in.
- Essentially Michael with permanently attached claws. All those times he slaps your hands away? Imagine if he had his knife at the ready. That’s feline Michael in a nutshell.
Brahms Heelshire
- In need of a makeover. Matted fur, doesn’t even try to groom himself. Brahms requires a strict grooming regiment alongside anti-hairball food.
- A shameless attention whore. He will follow delivery people to their car.
- Alarm clock cat. He’s scary accurate. He’ll wake you up at the exact same time each morning. In fact, he has an entire morning routine. Ignore it and he will attack your feet.
- He’s a rescue. As is sometimes common with rescues, Brahms has had some past trauma. Simply put, he’s a bit of a fixer-upper. Separation anxiety is the main focus with him. Having been abandoned and re-homed more than is fair, Brahms will constantly fear being ripped away from your side.
Freddy Krueger
- Teacher of bad habits. Scratching at the door to get out? Check. Taking a prolonged moment to do a full body stretch–just so the human has to wait longer? Check. Starting fights? Check.
- Inspires concern amongst your friends. “Y/N, are you okay?” *Looks down at your arm which is covered in scratches* It’s just Freddy. This will lead to a lecture on the merits of a nice dog.
- Gifted at scaring you when least expected. Walking by a hedge at the side of your house? *Bursts from the foliage* Cue your scream as he darts past you, chasing his prey. Walking upstairs? *Tears up the stairs, nearly toppling you in the process* He has incredible camouflaging skills. You’re always startled by him.
BONUS:
How they act on catnip…
- Jason Voorhees: Obsessively scratches the scratch pad. Must get all the catnip from each nook and cranny. Sneezes a lot, but is otherwise undeterred. He will attack plants for being too ‘plant-y’.
- Michael Myers: Terrifyingly fast, his swipes are a blur. An ambush predator, the true terror begins when he disappears. Oh God, what have you done? Where did he go? No! Don’t go into the living room, you fool! He’s just waiting to attack. There will be no warning. One moment, you’re safe, the next… *Latches on with razor-sharp claws* Nom-nom-nom, surrender to your doom!
- Thomas Hewitt: Rollie-pollie, rollie-pollie. Rolls to one side…and then back to the other. His eyes are squinted to emphasize his state of zen. Wait, is that a squeaky mouse? *Turns head, freezes with belly up* OMG IT IS SQUEAKY MOUSE!!! He’ll tear across the room, running into things and wiping out on the scratch pad.
- Brahms Heelshire: Pounce. Pounce, pounce. Leap in fear! *Sprints away* His eyes are 110% dilated, whiskers on end, tail puffed to maximum fluff-i-tude. He will aggressively bat at any and all objects. A shadow? ATTACK!
- Freddy Krueger: Death to all humans! Mwaahaha! When he’s on catnip, the whole house knows it. Chairs? Couches? Do you want to lose a foot? Your best course of action is to barricade yourself in your room. If you hear scratches at your door, ignore it–you’re better than that. Don’t fall for his tricks.
Their favorite toy…
- Jason Voorhees: Paper ball. It’s not paper, it’s not a ball. What is it? He holds a weird grudge against them which only he can explain. All he knows is that they do not belong in his territory. Pretend to be wounded, and he’ll be duty bound to annihilate the fiendish sphere.
- Thomas Hewitt: Towels. Because he can maul them, then use the remains as a makeshift cat-bed. Plus, what’s mauling if not aggressive hugging? And Thomas is all for hugs.
- Michael Myers: Ahh, evil feather wand, we meet again. Whenever you pull it out, his eyes instantly dilate. Prepare to be defeated foul wand of feathers! You are no match for Michael, the scariest of Myers!
- Brahms Heelshire: Hair ties. Because he loves stealing things…also, a hair tie can’t leave him. You’ll end up having to hide them from his sight, because if he sees one? He’ll walk across you, blatantly stealing it before your very eyes. He’s as shameless as they come.
- Freddy Krueger: Squeaky mouse. Because he loves listening to the screams of his victims. Want him to play? Just toe the mouse and walk away. A few minutes later… Squeak, squeak! Squeak, squeak, squea-squea-squea-squea-squ-squ-squ-SQUEEEEEEEEEAK!!!
Their favorite place to sleep…
- Jason Voorhees: Curdled up beside you. He has a system. Two headbutts, one cheek lick, spin in a circle twice, then plop down. He’ll lay a paw on your arm, then use it as a pillow for his head. Night, night, Y/N. Purrrrrr.
- Thomas Hewitt: On your lap. Are you watching TV? Y/N…? C-Can Thomas sit with you? Pat your lap and he’s all yours. He’ll purr like a lawnmower, nuzzling your chin. With a quick last check to make sure you’re allowing this, he’ll settle onto your lap.
- Michael Myers: At the foot of your bed. He has a special spot–any cat that invades said spot will get their fluffy butts kicked. Seriously, Michael only sleeps in a few select places within your home.
- Brahms Heelshire: Right next to you with his head on the pillow. You try to move? *Reaches out in his sleep, digs in claws* You’re not going anywhere, snuggle buddy. (No escape.)
- Freddy Krueger: You know your pillow? Nope! It’s his pillow now, bitch! And no, he’s not willing to share…
Sleep sensitivity…
- Jason Voorhees: Light sleeper. Wha…? Y/N, where you going? Do you want company? Whenever you shift to get up in the middle of the night, he jolts awake. You’ve tried moving extra slowly, but nothing works.
- Thomas Hewitt: Heavy sleeper. Makes noises in his sleep that are simply too adorable to resist. He won’t wake up until you’ve been petting him for at least a minute; and when he does, it’s Purr City.
- Michael Myers: Heavy sleeper–ideally. Michael is a cat of habit. His circadian rhythm is very important. If he’s able to go out at night, he’ll spend the day calm and relaxed. If not? …Just make sure he can go out at night.
- Brahms Heelshire: Light sleeper. Oh, you think you can just sneak around on him? Think again, Y/N. Nothing gets past Brahms. The second you enter a room, his Y/N senses wake him from sleep. Y/N! Are you here to pet him?
- Freddy Krueger: Wild card. Typically, if you’re trying not to wake him, he’s going to wake up. He’s the antithesis of luck.
What bothers them…
- Jason Voorhees: Anything new. What is this strange plant? *Sniff, sniff* Y/N…this does not belong here! *Attacks plant* It was clearly poisonous. Afterwards, he’ll ‘subtly’ waltz about with his chest puffed out. He will now accept your pets of gratitude for saving your life.
- Thomas Hewitt: Anyone new. Oh God, it’s happening, isn’t it! They’ve finally come to steal my fur! *Dives under your bed, tail still visible* Thomas, no one’s going to steal your fur. Then they’ve come to eat me! I know it! They’re gonna find me and then eat me, Y/N! *Sigh….*
- Michael Myers: When People Mess with Him. *Tail swishes dangerously* Touch me, human–I dare you. Don’t even try to move him when he’s comfy. It’ll turn into a daily battle for your computer seat. Eventually, you may end up migrating to the ground.
- Brahms Heelshire: Other Cats. Who dares to invade my inner sanctum? Another cat (i.e. a competitor for your love)? Not today, other cat! *Attacks with terrifying intensity*
- Freddy Krueger: Everything and Nothing. Don’t touch me, you clingy human! Why aren’t you petting me, human? Let me outside! No, I changed my mind–I want back in! Never mind, bitch, let me out! *Zero flips given*
Level of Clinginess…
- Jason Voorhees: Rather independent, Jason values quiet time. That being said, his ideal set up is spending some quality time with you in comfortable silence. You enjoy each others presence. If you leave the room, he’ll likely follow.
- Thomas Hewitt: Similar with Jason, Thomas enjoys your company. He finds your overall energy immensely soothing. A nervous cat by nature, he’s likely to stay in the places he perceives as your territory. Simply put, you equal safety in his mind.
- Michael Myers: Michael is a reserved cat. You know he loves you because his favorite places are where you spend the most time. He also has zero interest in other humans. Coming inside from the cold? Up to your room he goes! *Paws at door* Meow? Y/N, let me in!
- Brahms Heelshire: His level of neediness knows no bounds. He’s got serious separation anxiety–something that causes worry on your end. Whatever you’re doing, make room for Brahms. At the computer? He’ll sit on your lap. Watching TV? Again, on your lap. Making breakfast? He’ll follow your through the kitchen–half begging for treats, half weaving between your legs. (Be prepared to trip.)
- Freddy Krueger: Let him come to you. The second you try and force quality time on Freddy is the second you get scratched. That being said, if you simply leave your door open, he’ll grudgingly begin to miss you. Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you ignoring my fabulous self? He’ll hop onto your bed and demand your utmost attention. You know you can’t resist this gorgeous face.