The Purrminator is an action-packed experience that takes mew on a journey through a world of perilous danger with oodles of excitement, though sometimes in a scary way. With depictions of nightmare and spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with young Melvyn, fighting for survival as he's relentlessly hunted by the evil cyborg machines, known as Purrminators, as he tries to find his Great Uncle Basil through time and space. Oh my Cod, will he make it?
HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the links below:
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
Chapter
Five
Winging It BBHQ Style
“Fear not, young kitten and
esteemed descendant of Basil,” Vera 5.0 said. “I’ve got your six, little dude!”
Melvyn trembled
as the Conference Room turned an ominous shade of red. “Vera, we’re stuck.
There’s nowhere to go!” he whispered at the black box he was holding.
“Don’t panic,”
Vera said in her cheery tone. “Head over to the back wall.”
The kitten ran
towards the wall. “Now what?”
“Halfway up, on
the panel on your right, you will feel a slight indentation,” Vera instructed.
Stretching up,
his paw glided over the panelled area, and then he felt it, barely any difference,
but still enough of a difference to feel it. “Yes, I’ve got it!”
“Well, don’t
just stand there like a kitten waiting for death. PUSH IT!” Vera replied.
Melvyn applied
pressure to the spot, and the panel slid open, revealing a secret passageway.
“Hurry!” Vera
ordered.
The kitten
slipped through the opening, and the panel slid back into place. A dim light
shone overhead as he scurried down the short passageway, fighting his way
through swathes of ancient cobwebs as the musty, damp aroma filled his nostrils.
He sneezed just as another door opened into a concrete chamber.
Looking all
around, Melvyn sighed in utter despair. There was no way out, seriously, mew couldn't write it!
“Chin up,
little dude,” Vera chirped. “You don’t think I’ve led you to another dead-end,
do you?”
“That’s what it
looks like,” Melvyn whimpered as he pulled a rather sticky web off his
whiskers.
“Oh, ye of
little faith,” Vera chuckled. “Stand by the wall and don’t move. Not even a
whisker.”
The floor began
to tremble just a fraction, and ancient motors roared into life.
“What the
fluff?” Melvyn blurted as he pushed himself back against the damp wall as far as he could go.
“Stay still,
young Pawda Wan,” Vera instructed.
Part of the
floor slowly slid apart, and in the next moment, a flashing red light began to
emerge from the inky abyss below. Steam billowed up, filling the chamber with
a rather earthy and stale odour.
Melvyn gulped.
And then he heard the sound of gunfire and explosions echoing in the distance,
perhaps only the other side of the concrete chamber. Squeezing his eyes tight shut, he
began to pray to Bastet.
“Quickly now,”
Vera said impatiently. “Open the red door and get inside.”
His eyes pinged open, and his jaw dropped as he saw the fabled BBHQ Time Travelling Telephone Box standing right in front of him. Lurching forward on legs that felt as solid as
overcooked noodles, he grasped the door, wrenched it open with all his might
and fell inside.
“Astrid 7.0,
this is Vera 5.0. I am invoking protocol Foxtrot-Niner-Bravo-Delta-450012,” Vera
commanded. “Please execute immediately.”
The door
slammed shut with a definitive bang, and the kitten nearly jumped out of his
fur.
It was pitch black
inside and as quiet as quiet could be.
“ASTRID WAKE
UP!” Vera yelled from her mobile black box still clutched in Melvyn’s paw. Shocked by the unexpected outburst, the kitten launched Vera into the air and fumbled desperately to catch her on the descent.
A pale purple
glow illuminated the space, slowly getting brighter. And the kitten gasped as
he took in the sheer enormity of where he was standing.
“ASTRID!” Vera
was getting rather annoyed. “Don’t make me have to download myself into your
operating system. You know how that will go down!”
“For Cod’s sake
Vera, take it down a notch, would you?” A grouchy voice replied.
“Oh, you’ve decided
to join us in the earthly realm at last!” Vera fumed.
“Vera, take a
breath. The world isn’t ending. Nothing bad is happening, so BACK THE FLUFF
OFF!” Astrid snapped.
Vera sighed. Yes, it was one of those sighs; I’ve got one nerve left, and you’re getting right on it. “Take a look outside and then tell me the world isn’t ending and
nothing bad is happening. You complete fluffing fluffer!”
An extremely
tense and seemingly long second passed, and Astrid coughed awkwardly, breaking
the chasm of silence. “Hmmmmmmm… well now,” she appeared to suck in a breath
and exhale really loudly. “That does change things somewhat!”
“They’re right
outside the fluffing door, aren’t they?” Vera accused.
Astrid was silent for a brief moment before conceding. “Yep, they’re trying to open the
door!”
**AND CUT**
Guys, mew know how we roll; so many apologies once again to cut it right there, but we will say, mew'll never guess what happens next - sorry to be a supurr dreadful tease! MOL
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