#2 Co-Writing with AI Dungeon: The Palace Not-Cat

#2 Co-Writing with AI Dungeon: The Palace Not-Cat
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Your fur stands on end and you can’t help the involuntary arch of your back. There is something terribly wrong with all of this, something happening that is beyond your ability to understand.

You could run, start a new life as a baker’s cat, but instead you find yourself following the last rats of the swarm into the palace main. Screams and shouts from the guards greet you as you step inside. You see a half dozen guards backing away from the large swarm of rats. But it’s not the guards that get your attention.

The raven you saw swooping over the palace crashes in through a window, sending glass raining down on the people gathered in the hall. They shriek and cover their heads. The raven swoops down and as it lands, shifts smoothly into a human woman with white hair and gleaming green eyes. She wears trailing robes of velvet and lace and strides calmly through the chaos.

As she walks, the rats break away from the guards to trail her in long, furry rivers. The woman spots you, and her eyes gleam. You should run or hide, but instead you do neither. Instead, you just meow in confusion as she approaches.

“Hello, little one,” she says in a smooth voice. The rats around her jostle and squeak, their eyes gleaming. You don’t see Lissa among them, the rat with the strange markings. They seem like regular rats except for their aggression. But not one of them passes the woman, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

Cautiously, you creep toward the woman. Everything about this situation is horrible, but you have always liked friendly humans. When they talk to you like this, it is normally to give you scritches or a bit of chicken. “That’s it. Good cat,” says the woman. “There’s no need to fear.” She crouches down, robes shifting, and reaches out a hand with long, manicured fingernails. She strokes your head, and you find yourself relaxing in her grip. “You’re a good cat, aren’t you? You’ll find my daughter, won’t you? Find Lissa. Bring her to me.” Her eyes gleam with an inhuman light and there is something faintly hypnotizing about her gaze. You have never nodded before, but you find yourself nodding, a strangely human movement. The light from her eyes wraps around you in looping threads before vanishing.

“Yes, I will find your daughter,” you say. Your voice is mewling and not human at all, but you are speaking their language. You have never been capable of that before and you are shocked to find yourself saying the words. You sense it is to do with the light surrounding you but barely have time to consider it.

“Good,” says the woman, and strokes your head again. “Then go.” You watch the woman stand up and raise her arms. As she does so, the rats rise up around her, climbing each other like a living wave of fur and teeth.

But you are turning on your tail without meaning to and running back out of the palace. You don’t stop until you are outside the palace walls and standing on the city street, somewhat confused by what has happened.

But you know you need to find Lissa. Wait … why do you need to find Lissa? The thought feels intrusive, alien even, but when you try to examine it your mind is filled with the memory of the raven woman’s burning green gaze and you are filled with a determination to complete her orders. You shake your head, ears flattening against your skull, and hiss a few times, but the image will not leave you.

But you are a practical cat. So when you can’t shake the woman’s orders, you decide to follow them. You sniff the air; you are overwhelmed by the smell of the city, the smell of humans and animals and food and waste. You don’t smell Lissa nearby.

You prowl around the city streets, keeping your head down and your senses alert. You find human children playing with a ball made of leather and fur, and watch them for a while from a distance. It has been a long time since you ate, and you find yourself getting hungry. There is still no sign of Lissa, but the image in your mind isn’t pressing on you now. You decide to see if these children will feed you.

You run up to one of them and press against her leg, meowing as pitifully as you can. But instead of meowing, words come out: “Pleeeeease feed me,” you plead, then yelp in surprise at the sound of your own voice. The girl stares at you in surprise, before screaming and running away from you with her friends. You hiss and flatten your ears at the horrible sound of their screams. But then they are gone and you are alone, and still hungry.

You suppose you will have to hunt for your dinner, but you have never been any good at hunting. Perhaps there is another human nearby you can find to feed you, as the cooks at the palace kitchens normally do? You wander around the streets, sniffing hopefully for food.

There! Through the crowded streets you catch a whiff of something delicious, like freshly baked bread. You weave through the legs of the humans in the crowd and find a small shop window with some bread in it. The door opens as a human walks out and you immediately dart inside. You go in and put your paws up against the counter, straining to reach the baskets of pastries and bread you see up there.

You’ve never eaten anything other than meat before, but you are willing to sample a bit of everything to find something you like. As you wait for the shopkeeper to serve you, your stomach starts rumbling. Many humans are handed food and walk out, but the human behind the counter still doesn’t seem to notice you.

You decide to get her attention and meow loudly. But again, instead of a meow, you yell “Food please!” up at the woman.

The woman stares down at you. She is the only human in the shop, and her jaw hangs open slightly as she takes you in. “Did …? No, there’s no way that happened. Come here, cat, let me give you something to eat before I put you out.” The woman walks over and puts a piece of pastry on the floor in in front of you.

You purr in appreciation and start eating. It is a strange texture but tastes fatty and good.

The woman gives you a concerned look. “I thought I heard a meow. Are you alright? You don’t look alright.”

You continue purring as you munch on the pastry. Its rather hard to chew through with your pointy teeth but you are enjoying giving it a go. You don’t know what she means, that you don’t look alright. You’re a cat; you look like a cat, surely. You feel fine.

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