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Thursday, 6 February 2025

**THE PURRMINATOR** **A BRAND NEW B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2025** **CHAPTER TWELVE**

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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 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!!!

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If mew missed the start of this brand-new adventure, click the links below:

Chapter One    Chapter Two    Chapter Three     Chapter Four     Chapter Five

 Chapter Six     Chapter Seven     Chapter Eight      Chapter Nine     Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Twelve

The Awakening


        The battlefield was chaos. The M Unit fought valiantly, but the necromancers’ army seemed endless. The Purrminators kept coming, their mechanical forms gleaming in the dim, unnatural light of the broken timeline. The necromancers stood at the edge of the fray, their dark chants fuelling the onslaught.

Melvyn pressed himself against the shattered hull of a nearby building, his breathing ragged. His paws trembled as he tried to make sense of the chaos around him. He had never felt so helpless and now severely regretted his decision to enter the fray. Blaster fire roared in every direction and looked like a multi-colour laser show, but not in a fun way.

Shadow darted overhead, the blaster on automatic fire as he tried to keep the enemy at bay and Melvyn safe. Smoke disappeared and reappeared like a spectre, cutting down enemies with ruthless efficiency. Even Ice, usually so unflappable, was beginning to show signs of strain, his icy blasts growing weaker with each strike.

But the enemy kept coming.

The M Unit’s ship was only metres away, glowing faintly amidst the rubble, but the necromancers had fortified their position. Every time one of the M Unit made a move to advance, more hidden Purrminators surged out of the mangled ruins and detritus littering the area, forcing them back.

Melvyn’s ears twitched as he heard Bomber shout over the chaos, his voice a mix of frustration and determination. “We’re getting pinned down! Ice, give me cover fire—Havoc, clear the flank!

“I’m trying!” Ice snapped, hurling a shard of ice that barely grazed its target. “But there are too many of them!”

Melvyn’s chest tightened as a familiar sense of dread washed over him. This wasn’t just a battle—it was a massacre. No matter how hard they fought, the M Unit couldn’t hold out forever. And then, as he glanced towards the necromancers, he saw it: the faint shimmer of a spell forming in their hands, a sickly green light growing brighter with every second.

They were about to unleash something catastrophic.

Shadow stood over Melvyn and kept firing at anything that moved. “Bomber!” he yelled. “I need help over here!”

A Purrminator erupted from the debris, slamming into Shadow, knocking him to the ground and dragging him away with its gleaming claws, leaving Melvyn alone. Its jaws opened wide, revealing a set of gnashers that Jaws would have swum away from as Shadow tried to fight back.

“NOOOOOOOO!” Melvyn screamed, his voice echoing over the chaos as he saw the lethal killing machine sideswipe Shadow, about to kill him. His heart pounded in his chest as a surge of heat bloomed deep within him, a feeling both terrifying and exhilarating. It was as though a storm had been building inside him all along, and now it was ready to break free.

Before he could think, before he could even stop himself, the power surged forward.

A blinding light erupted from Melvyn’s small frame, flooding the battlefield with a golden glow that burned brighter than the sun. His paws lifted off the ground, his body trembling with the force of the magic coursing through him. Vera’s voice echoed faintly in his mind, panicked but distant. “Melvyn, no! It’s too much power—you’re not ready!

But there was no stopping it now. The intensely bright light expanded outward, a shockwave of raw magical energy that slammed into the necromancers and their army like a tidal wave. On contact, the Purrminators crumbled to ash, their metallic forms disintegrating instantly. The necromancers screamed, their dark magic unravelled by the sheer force of Melvyn’s power. With a violent shudder, the ground cracked and split apart, the earth groaning under the immense pressure of surging energy.  Dust and debris filled the air.

And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over.

The battlefield fell silent, the oppressive weight of the necromancers’ magic gone. Stillness hung in the air; the Purrminators were gone, leaving only glittering ash scattered across the derelict ground. The necromancers themselves had vanished, their dark forms consumed by the light.

Melvyn collapsed to the ground, his body utterly spent. His fur was singed, his breathing shallow, and his paws felt as though they’d been dipped in fire. He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey. The power that had surged through him was gone, leaving him drained and vulnerable.

“Melvyn!” Bomber’s voice was the first to cut through the silence as he jumped over the debris, panic lacing his usually gruff tone. The burly leader of the M Unit sprinted across the battlefield, his sharp eyes scanning the wreckage for any remaining threats.

Melvyn tried to respond, but all that came out was a weak meow. His vision blurred, the edges of the world growing dim.

But the danger wasn’t over yet.

From the shadows of the rubble, a single figure emerged—a Purrminator, its metal body badly damaged but still functional. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Melvyn, and with a mechanical growl, it advanced.

“Target: Melvyn,” it intoned, its voice cold and mechanical. “Objective: Purrminate.”

Melvyn’s heart sank. He couldn’t move, couldn’t fight. The power he had unleashed had saved them all, but now it had left him defenceless.

The Purrminator raised a gleaming claw, its metallic joints whirring ominously as it dragged itself across the wreckage. Melvyn closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable. Shadow tried to crawl towards the defenceless kitten, prone in the dirt.

The evil killing machine was relentless, gaining momentum and speed over the jagged, debris-strewn ground.

Melvyn tracked the robot, his eyes growing wider with terror by the second. If he had screamed, other dimensions would have heard him.

Shadow tried to stand up, but he was stuck to the floor. “BOMBER!” he shouted desperately.

And then, with a deafening clang, the Purrminator was knocked off its mangled legs.

Bomber stood over Melvyn, his powerful frame blocking the kitten from harm. His claws were extended as he gripped his weapon of choice, and his eyes burned with fury.

You’re not touching him,” Bomber growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The Purrminator lunged, but Bomber was faster. With a swift, brutal strike, he drove his laser sword into the machine’s chest, frying its core in one fluid motion. The Purrminator shuddered, sparks flying from its body before collapsing into a lifeless heap, its malevolent glowing red eyes extinguished forever.

Bomber didn’t wait to see if it would rise again. He scooped Melvyn up in his massive paws, holding him close as he turned back towards the ship. The rest of the M Unit was already regrouping, their expressions a mix of relief and exhaustion.

Bomber carried Melvyn aboard the ship, laying him gently on a padded bench. “Hang in there, kid,” Bomber muttered, his usual gruffness softening. “You did good. Real good.”

Nitro and Viper dragged Shadow through the ship’s door and sat him on the nearest seat. Followed by Ice, Titan, Nitro and smoke.

“That fluffing Purrminator deactivated my armour,” Shadow snarled, still unable to move. “It was like I was glued to the ground!”

“What?” Titan asked. “They know how to disable our armour, oh fluff no, I’ll write some new code. I’m not having that!” Then added. “I’ll just get the diag tool and recalibrate your armour, dude. Don't move; I'll be right back.”

Is he okay?” Shadow asked as Bomber sat beside him.

“He’ll live,” Bomber said, though his voice was tight with concern. “But we need to get him out of here—now. This place isn’t safe.”

As Smoke and Ice charged toward the cockpit, another quake hammered the ground, violently shaking the ship. The timeline was collapsing, and the damage from the battle was too great to repair. They had no choice but to retreat.

The engines roared to life just as Melvyn’s eyes fluttered open briefly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Did… did we win?”

Bomber gave a small, rare smile. “Yeah, Melvyn. We won. Now rest.”

The M Unit exchanged tense glances as the ship blasted away from the crumbling timeline. They had escaped. And though the necromancers were gone for now, they all knew this wasn’t the end. The battle was only just beginning.

**AND CUT**

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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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1 comment:

  1. Great work, Melvyn! You will be a force to be reckoned with someday.

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