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!!!
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 Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Not The Fluff Again
A cacophony of roaring winds and shimmering light surrounded Melvyn as he,
the M-Unit and the ship tumbled through the vortex. The swirling chaos
threatened to tear them apart, fragments of timelines and realities flashing by
like shattered dreams. One moment they saw green meadows, the next, burning
cities and endless voids.
Nitro clung tightly to Melvyn, his huge paws gripping
the kitten over his shoulder. Shadow spun ahead, his expression grim as he
attempted to steady himself against the twisting forces.
Vera’s disembodied voice echoed through the maelstrom. “Phase
shift incomplete… recalculating destination. Anomalous temporal signature
detected. Stand by.”
“Stand by?!” Bomber growled. “We’re about to be turned
into cosmic confetti!”
Melvyn gritted his teeth, his paws twitching with
instinctive flickers of unstable magic. Despite the overwhelming forces pulling
them in every direction, he tried to focus. The vortex responded faintly, its
chaotic energies briefly stabilising around them.
“Hold on,” Melvyn rasped, his voice barely audible above
the deafening storm.
A sudden flash of light engulfed them, and the chaos
vanished.
The world snapped back into
focus with a jarring impact. Melvyn was yanked from Nitro's grip by an unseen centrifugal force, and he hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from his lungs. Groaning, he rolled onto his side, his fur singed and crackling
with residual magical energy.
Nitro landed with feline grace beside him, though he
looked battered. Shadow groaned as he sprawled on a patch of uneven concrete.
“Still alive?” Bomber muttered.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that!” Shadow grimaced
at his brother.
“Barely.” Havoc coughed as he rolled over and bumped
into Viper.
“For fluffs sake!” Viper grizzled. “Could this mission
get any more bizarre?”
“Nope!” Ice said. “And I think it’s about to move up a
level.”
“Seriously, can’t we just catch our breath for one
minute?” Smoke grunted.
Titan glanced around and then checked his Time Phase Scanner.
It beeped pathetically and emitted a low droning hum before it went completely
silent. He smacked the scanner repeatedly and cursed loudly. “The fluffing
tech is on the fritz again!”
Melvyn forced himself to his paws, his body aching from
the ordeal. They stood in the middle of what appeared to be BBHQ—but something
was amiss.
The bunker was barely intact, and it just felt… off. And the
once-familiar courtyard was eerily silent, the trees devoid of leaves, their
twisted branches clawing at the sky. The air felt heavy, filled with a metallic
tang that made Melvyn’s fur prickle.
Vera’s hologram flickered into view, her form more solid
now. Her expression was grim.
“Welcome to BBHQ… Year: 2033,” she announced, her usual
cheery tone still absent.
Bomber’s ears perked up. “We made it back?”
Shadow narrowed his eyes. “No. This isn’t right.”
Melvyn’s senses tingled with unease. The sky above was a
sickly hue, and strange, flickering distortions rippled across the landscape.
Vera’s voice was grave. “Temporal signature analysis
complete. This is not your 2033.”
A chill ran down Melvyn’s spine. “What do you mean, not
our 2033?”
“This timeline has been corrupted,” Vera explained.
“Temporal echoes indicate the presence of anomalous forces.” Her hologram
shimmered. “We are in another divergent reality.”
Bomber’s tail lashed. “Great. Just great. So now what?”
Before anyone could answer, a distant rumble shook the
ground. Melvyn’s ears flicked toward the sound, his heart racing.
Out of the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in darkness.
Its eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and an aura of malevolence radiated
from it.
“Intruders,” the figure hissed. “You do not belong
here.”
Bomber drew his laser sword, his stance poised for battle.
“We don’t have time for this.”
The figure’s voice was icy. “Time is meaningless here.”
It raised a hand, and tendrils of shadow writhed toward them.
Melvyn’s magic flickered, sputtered, and fizzled out. He
gritted his teeth, forcing himself to summon what little energy he had left.
The air crackled around him as he formed a shimmering shield.
“We need to regroup,” Bomber said urgently. “Fall back!”
Nitro grabbed Melvyn’s arm, dragging him backward as Shadow
and Bomber held off the advancing shadows as they retreated.
Vera’s voice echoed in their ears. “Temporal stability deteriorating.
You must find a way to escape.”
Melvyn’s mind raced. The figure’s presence was a
manifestation of the timeline’s corruption—a living embodiment of the chaos
that had ensnared this reality.
“There has to be a way out of this,” he muttered as Nitro picked him up and ran towards to bunker entrance.
As they retreated deeper across the warped landscape, the
ground trembled beneath their paws. Fissures spread like jagged scars, and the
sky darkened further.
Vera’s voice grew faint. “Warning… imminent temporal
collapse…”
Melvyn’s breath caught in his throat. They were running
out of time.
The corrupted figure loomed closer, its laughter echoing
through the twisted ruins.
“There is no escape,” it taunted. “Your fate is sealed.”
Melvyn’s resolve hardened. We won’t let this timeline
consume us, he thought fiercely. And not after we just fell through that
rift and survived.
As they reached the crumbling remnants of what had once
been the bunker entrance, Vera’s flickering hologram appeared one last time.
“You have to leave now,” she said.
Melvyn met Ice’s gaze. His eyes blazed with
determination.
“Then we leave,” he said.
Havoc rasped. “No pressure or anything.” And he pointed towards the damaged ship.
Bomber looked at his once sleek and epically epic ship and let out a slow breath. "That isn't going anywhere again, is it?"
"That's so fluffing typical!" Ice said. "Now there's no way to escape."
The ground trembled violently, and a deafening crack split the air.
Melvyn’s fur stood on end as a vortex of energy spiralled
before them. Tendrils of shadow writhed within it, and the corrupted figure
emerged once more, its eyes gleaming with malevolent triumph.
“This world will consume you,” it whispered.
In the next second, Astrid, who'd been offline and conspicuously absent since before the telephone box was loaded into the M-Unit's ship, voice rang out. "What the fluff are we doing in this timeline, guys? We need to go now!"
The Time Travelling Telephone Box materialised in front
of the bunker entrance just as the vortex exploded outward, and everything
went white.
**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
If mew would like to read Chapter Fifteen, let us know in the comments as we're on the home stretch... maybe! MOL MOL
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