BARTLEBY AND SHIN - MACERON --------------------------------- "Fuck you..." Echoed the voice of a whiny slightly high pitched male, a hint of disdain and annoyance radiated from his speech, as if the male was completely and utterly exhausted and aggravated. ... "Mreow...!" Echoed back an animals voice... Currently on route toward the city of Maceron, Two out of place travelers headed in the direction of the large, square shaped piece of ominous landmass slowly, the one in front being what appeared to be a tall six foot human lord named Bartleby, supporting slightly dirty Caucasian white skin and green eyes, a lack of sleep showed through the dark bags which hung under them. The male had a set of ginger swept back hair and a soul patch beard and was gifted with a meek and pathetic skinny, non athletic build and with all this, is also missing a single front tooth, garbed in a set of jet black nobleman shoes, and a set of black scale skin leggings wrapped with jet black belts. Supporting a white frilled shirt, a blue and gold trimmed noblemans vest, a golden cravat and a jet black cloak. To top it all off, the noble wears an eccentric jet black musketeer styled hat, with a blue feather lodged at the side in the most over the top fashion. Behind the tall, out of place nobleman stood that which could only be described as horror incarnate. The deep pitched meows of a cat, continuously echoed behind the ears of the noble, as trailing him appeared to be a morbidly obese Siamese cat, supporting glistening blue eyes and a tubby, fat smile plastered on its greedy slobbering face, as it waddled behind Bartleby nonchalantly. The cold winds nothing for the felines mass of blubber which made it look incredibly out of place, a wonder the cat still lived and even more wondrous was how it could even move in the first place! The greedy eyes of the cat gazed back up to Bartleby once more, before it meowed once again, causing the noble to stop and turn around to his frustrating flabby feline. "No fuck you, Shin...! It's because of you that we're even IN this mess..!" whimpered the annoyed Noble, his eyes gazing into the bottomless eyes of the cat, his arms spread out at either side, currently walking backwards toward Maceron while the cat continued moving forward. "If it wasn't for you, We would have... MONEY! Yes shin, actual money! Money we would have! You know what Money is used for. don't you, fatass?!" "Mreow...!" spoke the fat cat. Bartleby's expression then twisted into a mix between angry, sad and destroyed all at the same time, finding it hard to control his gestures as he began to express his mix of emotions by pointing and almost flailing about madly toward the cat. "NO! IT'S NOT FOR FEEDING YOU ALL THE TIME! Why is it you think everyone is here to feed your fat ass?!" He shouted, years of living with the cat gave Bartleby the ability to know what the cat was thinking, it's not that Bartlby was intelligent, it was simply because shin was not, and in shins mind, there was only two things that mattered, Food and food. The nobles eccentric array of movements and speech did nothing but make the cat tilt its head in confusion, finding the display at the most just simply odd. "Meoww....!" The cat replied, causing the nobleman to quickly turn away and begin to quickly walk ahead, groaning in displeasure, and placing his hands to his face, screaming into them in complete frustration. "Why? The reason why is because other people need to eat too! Food is for everyone, we all need to eat, you know! It's not just so you can stuff your fat flabby fricking face with food fucking forever...!" Bartleby whimpered. "And because of you, we're now currently... ALMOST EMPTY?!" Bartleby expressed complete horrific surprise as he checked his coinpurse, his eyes quickly turning back to his feline companion in shock and terror, lifting out only an amount of 40 Reon within, thje remaining of his wealth, shaking the coin purse frantically. "When?! How?! You! Where?!" He blubbered in a panicky fashion, pointing to the coin purse and the cat, his eyes wide in shock. "You! We had money... We had money that was important to us! It bought us important things...!" "Meow...!" "My clothes are important! And so is food..." "Meow?" "FOR ME, NOT FOR YOU!" "Meow..." Bartleby grimaced and stopped talking, deciding to to waste his time speaking to his black hole in a cats body and make it to Maceron as quickly as possible so they could try to find some way to reverse the effects of his horrible luck, from a rich and successful connning businessman to a poor eccentric liar with a fatass tied to him like a ball and chain, the two eventually made it toward the gate of Maceron, with the guards on the palisades gazing toward the two odd visitors. The nobleman speaking loudly back at his cat when they reached the gate. "From now on shin, from this day forward... You are going on a diet..." The cat stopped meowing, as the sound of his light tapping paws ceased, causing Bartleby to raise his eyebrows curiously and turn around, finding his cat several meters away sitting down, giving Bartleby a neutral expression as it simply refused to move, causing the nobleman's lips to quiver in resentment. "No you fucking don't...!" "Meow" The cat stuck its tongue out lazily and simply sat in the middle of the road, Bartleby having to hurriedly rush over and attempt to push the cat, but its heavy fat weight proved to be too much as he could hardly budge the cat, as if it had just attached to the ground like a coupling, giving a low hiss, which slowly and threatening got louder the more the nobleman pushed the cat, causing him to stop pushing and clench his fists, building up an outrage within, he slowly calmed himself down and knelt in front of the cat, speaking in a pleading tone of voice. "Please... Work with me? If you go on a diet, you can eat as much food as you like... No matter how long! Infinite amounts of food, as tall as dragons and as big as castles! You can have as much as you want, forever and ever until you-" Bartleby's voice was interrupted by the grotesque, gagging of his cat, as a thick, mucus coated furball expelled like the speed of a bullet from the cats gaping mouth straight into Bartleby's face with a wet and powerful smack, causing him to grunt from the sheer force of the impact, which caused the guards at the gates to laugh in unison, which embarrassed the nobleman further as he wiped the hairball from his face and lowered his head in a defeated manner. "Fine... no diet" "meow!" Happily echoed the cat, as it stood on its four fat legs again and walked behind him toward the city, the nobleman standing up and heading toward the gate of Maceron as well, hiding his face, the guard at the gate just laughing and waving him off to go inside, not even able to talk from what he had just witnessed, Bartleby giving his cat a angry frown, as it gripped to his leg and slowly dragged its huge fat frame up his meek, thin body, the fat cat literally climbing onto the poor souls back, like a ton weight, making him walk toward the huge crowd with a defeated expression. "Why me..."