**THE PURRMINATOR** **A BRAND NEW B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2024** **CHAPTER EIGHT**

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

  Chapter Six     Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

The M Unit 

The ground trembled, and the Maine Coon checked his scanner. “Shadow, Smoke, Ice, we’ve gotta go now. Those fluffing necromancers have found us again. MOVE IT!”

The white cat, Ice, tapped his comms unit. “Guys, we’ve gotta go. The necros are here. Meet us at the bunker entrance stat!”

Bomber reached into a pocket on his armour, pulled a small device and slapped it on the side of the T.T.T.B. “That’ll take care of that,” he said to Shadow as they ran out through the concrete chamber and back towards the BBHQ Control Room.

“Good thinking,” Shadow replied. “Sticking a tracking unit on there. We’ll be able to follow them anywhere now and intercept them at the next jump.”

Racing along the dusty corridor towards the bunker entrance, five other cat commandos hurtled passed them and took the lead to take point outside the bunker in the BBHQ garden.

Bomber was the last out of the bunker, and he ducked down behind the broken summerhouse and began laying covering fire so his squad could move forward.

Seeing a red glow out of the corner of his eye, he dived to the side and rolled away from the Purrminator, who’d emerged silently from the bunker. It was about to stab him with its lethal claws, dead centre. Bomber lifted his gun and blasted the A.I. robot in the neck before activating a laser sword and hacking the evil entity into nothing more than spare parts. Quickly grabbing a small packet from a pocket on his tactical belt, he tore open the black sachet with his teeth and tipped the contents on the mangled chrome skeleton. The black powder liquified as it touched the metal, covering the entire thing in seconds before it disintegrated to dust.  

“Fluff you mother fluffer, no reanimation for you today!” he spat as he turned his attention back to his squad, who were expertly gaining ground on the necromancers.

Smoke and Ice were in the courtyard, they ran up the acacia tree and jumped onto the roof of the library. Sliding down the tiles, they began unleashing a barrage of fire from above as the evil wizards retreated into the driveway and then further back onto Main Street.

“Shadow, use the Mage-Musher grenades!” Bomber yelled as he reached the main gates and peered around. One of his squad was down in the middle of the driveway.

He raced to his fallen comrade, grabbed his armour, and dragged him back into the garden. “Blaze, dude!” Bomber hissed as he propped the ginger Maine Coon against the library wall. He raised the cat’s head very carefully. “Blaze, where are you hurt?”

The ginger cat coughed, and blood splattered onto the commando’s armour. “Bomber, it’s been an honour, dude,” Blaze said weakly.

“No, dude,” Bomber replied frantically, trying to find the wound. “Come on, please… let me help you.”

“You’ve been the best commander,” Blaze coughed again. “I... I... I... stepped on a Necro Bolt. My insides are fried…”

Bomber sighed and knelt next to his comrade. Shadow skidded around the corner. “Bomber, the necros have escaped through another rift.” He then saw Blaze and fell to the ginger cat’s side. “Oh no! No! No! No!”

Blaze put one paw on Bomber’s arm and the other on Shadow’s paw. “Guys, it’s my time,” he coughed up more blood. “Thank you for saving me all those years ago… you’ve been my family for as long as I can remember… I owe you both so much…”

Shadow looked at Bomber. “Can’t we save him?”

“It was a Necro Bolt.” Bomber shook his head.

“Fluff no!” Shadow hissed, trying to fight back the tears, the raging anger, and the hopelessness all at once.

“Dudes, it’s ok,” Blazed coughed, his voice weak and frail. “I’m ready to meet Bast… just do this for me…”

“Anything!” the two black cats said in unison.

“Save Melvyn and kill those mother fluffing necros…with extreme prejudice…” Blaze’s eyes rolled. He took a stuttering, rattling breath and exhaled for the last time.

Shadow shut his eyes tight, baring his fangs as he growled. “How many more are we going to lose to those fluffing evil necros?”

Bomber shook his head sadly as he pulled a black gun from his tactical belt, followed by a black metal canister. He pointed it at Blaze and fired. The luminous ray hit the body, engulfing it in a pulsating silvery-white light. He took the lid off the canister, and the silvery-white light contracted and swirled as Blaze’s body transformed, bursting into a sparkling silver glitter and spiralling into the vessel with a soft whooshing sound.

Bomber secured the lid and slipped the canister into his slimline backpack.

He took a massive breath before saying, “Shadow, if it’s the last thing we do, those necros are dead. Deader than dead!”

Ice and Smoke jumped off the roof, landing on the driveway. They ran to Main Street, saw the rift closing and headed back into the garden just as the silvery glitter vanished from sight.

“That was Blaze, right?” Ice asked sorrowfully. “I saw him tread on one of those little red glass bottles, I shouted… I tried to warn him, but he didn’t hear me… he didn’t see it…and then ZAP!”

Smoke wiped a tear from his eye and sniffed. “Right now, in this moment, I want to exact indescribable punishment of levels never seen before on those cowardly self-serving scumbag magic wielders.”

“Dude, you plucked those thoughts right out of my head!” Shadow hissed.

Bomber heard the rest of his team making their way back from Main Street.

Titan, Viper, Havoc and Nitro slid to a stop next to Bomber.

“Where’s Blaze?” Viper asked. “He’d got my six, and then he vanished.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow. 

“Fluff no!” Havoc growled.

The eight burly cats stood in silence, heads bowed, taking a moment to honour their fallen comrade.

Bomber broke the silence and placed his paw straight out. The rest of The M-Unit followed, and as they paw-bumped, each one let out the most terrifying battle cry.

As the cries of fury, sadness, and retribution died in the darkness, a muffled sob broke the ensuing silence. Bomber leapt towards the sound and dragged one of the necros from under fallen debris.

He dragged the squealing wizard by the hair towards his squad.

“Well, looky what we’ve got here!” He grinned malevolently. “I feel the need to exert an extreme amount of violence right now; what say you?”

    ‘I should have been in 2023. How did I end up 29 years in the future?’ Melvyn mused as he looked at his small notebook and went over the calculations.

“How old are you, Melvyn?” Vera asked.

“Nearly four months.” He slumped in reply.

“How long ago did your father die?”

“Two months ago.”

“So you’ve been on the run for two months?”

Melvyn nodded sadly.

“And you’ve managed to evade the Purrminators and those necro-dudes all this time?”

He nodded again.

“How is it possible that you’ve managed to survive so long against such incredible odds? Any other kitten would have been Purrminator fodder about seven weeks and six days ago, yet here you are. What aren’t you telling us?” Vera said.

Melvyn gulped. “Er, my dad was an Ethereal-Magi, one of the most powerful in the universe…” He fought back the tears and tried to gain his composure. “He died rather unexpectedly.”

Astrid sidled next to Melvyn and put her arm around and gave him a little squeeze. “It’s ok,” she said quietly. “Take your time.”

The kitten sucked in a breath, letting the air out in a loud whoosh. “I was with my dad in the mountains at a secluded monastery. He’d taken me there to see if we could stay while I did my training. It was agreed, and we’d been there a couple of weeks when suddenly we were attacked by those red-robed fluffers.” He paused. “My dad had warned me I was in danger. He thought we’d be safe at the monastery, but there was a traitor.” He sighed. “We were ambushed in the dead of night. I was in the library when my dad appeared and said we had to leave urgently. He grabbed me, and in the next instant, a portal opened, and he ran through. As we emerged out of the portal, he fell, and that’s when I saw he’d been fatality injured.”

Astrid sucked in a breath and let it hiss all the way out. “Melvyn…”

“Oh Cod no,” Vera murmured.

“He knew he was done for and held my paw in his as he said, Melvyn, you are now the last Ethereal-Magi in this timeline, and it is your duty to carry on this incredibly powerful lineage. When I take my last breath, my magic will flow into you; everything I know, you will know… you will have aeons worth of knowledge passed down from our ancestors at your paw-tips…” the kitten gulped. “He gave me his magical amulet and told me that I must find Great Uncle Basil. He was my last best hope for survival, and it may take me a while to pinpoint him as many of the timelines had shifted and worlds no longer existed, but he said that the amulet would eventually get me to Great Uncle Basil.”   

Vera and Astrid waited in silence, giving Melvyn time to regroup and organise his thoughts.

“My dad… he… he… died right in front of me…” tears streamed down the kitten’s face, rolling along his whiskers before plunging to the floor. “And I was alone in a different world, and my dad was dead!”

Astrid pulled him into a hug and murmured comforting words as the kitten sobbed, finally releasing the mountain of grief he’d been carrying all that time.

The two A.I.’s conferred via the T.T.T.B. Cloud in private so Melvyn wouldn’t hear.

“Astrid, we’ve got to get this kitten to Commander Basil, wherever he is.”

“Absolutely,” Astrid agreed. “If it’s the last thing we do, we’re going to get Melvyn to a timeline and unite him with the Commander.”

“Hooah!” Vera roared.

“What was that?” Astrid quipped.

“Hooah!” Vera said. “It’s what Commander Basil and The B Team say when they’re about to go into battle.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s the same when you say it,” Astrid smirked.

“Fluff you Astrid! HOOO-FLUFFING-AAAAH!” Vera retorted. “Now, let’s get Melvyn to the correct timeline and find the Commander before anything else happens.”

“Yes, that was my next thing,” Astrid chirped. “Those hunky Maine Coons are headed back down here. Estimated time of arrival is thirty seconds and counting.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” Vera snapped. “Let’s go!”

Astrid pulled Melvyn closer and said to him. “Hold on to your holiday money. Here we go!”  

**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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CHAPTER EIGHT~ HALLOWEEN STORY TIME **CLAWS OF TERROR** A BRAND NEW BASIL AND THE B TEAM ADVENTURE FOR 2023

Claws of Terror is an action-packed and immersive adventure that takes mew on a journey through a world of danger and excitement. With vivid and detailed descriptions of the intense battles and spine-tingling encounters, the story draws mew in, making mew feel as though mew are right there with The B Team, fighting for survival.

HANG ON TIGHT GUYS, THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD NIGHT!!!

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

Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five

Chapter Six    Chapter Seven

 

Chapter Eight

Fluff Me, I Never Saw That Coming

Sometimes mew never know what’s coming next, and that’s why the bunker is filled with everything for every situation. But sometimes no amount of preparation can prepare mew for revelations that mew had no idea were coming.

          The drone whizzed through the dense swirling mist, straight through the lichgate and into the churchyard.

Amber had given Vera control of the laser and instructed the A.I. to keep firing at the raptors so they’d keep chasing.

Snowie, Pandora, Melvyn, Amber, Miss Warts and Mogs stared at the monitors, watching as drone ten repeatedly fired the laser weapon at the pack of Red Wings Raptors and drone six live streaming from a lower side view as it kept pace with the ravening horde.

Drone ten flew through the lichgate seconds ahead of the rampaging raptors and drone six hovered, giving a view of both sides of the church gate.

The raptors, incensed and angered by the laser charged through the gate and hurtled up the path towards the church doors.

“Nothing’s happening,” Amber spat angrily. “I was hoping to see them explode or at the very least burst into flames!”

Pandora hissed and added, “Me too. I was certain something would happen.”

“Wait,” Miss Warts said. “Look, the one nearest the church door, something is happening.”

“Oh my fluff!” Mogs breathed, and before he could utter another sound, the raptor glowed red and burst like a wet bag of custard, spraying the church door and walls in organic matter.

It was like a chain reaction, as every raptor exploded and splattered all over the churchyard.

“WOW!” Melvyn said in awe. “I didn’t expect that!”

“Me either,” Snowie agreed.

“HA!” Amber said triumphantly. “I knew it would work.”

“Hang on a minute,” Miss Warts suddenly interrupted. “Did it actually kill them, or just rid the robot of its outer organic layer?”

They all stared intently at the monitors as drone six zoomed in.

>^.^< 

          Funghorn Furkle stood hidden in the shadow of a large oak by the church wall. He’d watched his robotic pet raptors run onto the hallowed ground and subsequently explode.

“Curses!” he lisped angrily and whipped out a crystal-tipped wand from the inside of his billowing robe. “Desecar Ruinete!” he bellowed and pointed the wand at drone ten; a bolt of white lightning hit the drone and it plummeted to the ground and smashed into pieces. He did the same at drone six but the lightning bolt missed it by a gnats whisker and the drone sped off into the night.

“Curses!” he growled again and stomped towards the church wall and peered over at his inert pets, who were still laying dormant where they’d fallen. Pointing his wand at the nearest one, he barked, “Riso organimi automachi!” The wand shot out a bolt of pure red light, but it fizzled out just on the other side of the wall, not even making close to the fallen raptor. Stomping even more angrily, he went to step through the lichgate, his foot landing heavily on the hallowed ground, and he screamed as his foot burst into flames and his robe caught fire. 

>^.^<

          On Level Two, Humphrey’s lab was full. He was busy grabbing things off shelves and out of boxes until finally he dumped everything on his workbench as we all stood around and watched him fiddle with a rainbow array of coloured wires and stuff them into a black box followed by a crystal battery, several terminals and a rather sophisticated circuit board with numerous computer chips in all the colours of the spectrum.

He harrumphed a few times and moved the wires around, soldering them to the circuit board, and matching the wires to the coloured computer chips. Watching him was quite mesmerising, and I let everyone oh and ahhh over his impressively epic skills.

Touching my comms unit, I said. “Snowie, is it all quite on Level One?”

“Basil,” she replied a few seconds later, and I listened as she told me of the churchyard incident.

“So have the raptors reanimated?”

“Not yet,” she answered. “But the necromancer tried to revive them, but he couldn’t step on hallowed ground either, and his foot burst into flames. He thought drone six had gone, but Vera activated the cloaking device, so he didn’t know we were still watching, and Basil, when I say it was hilarious, it was fluffing HILARIOUS!”

Amber said, trying to choke back the laughter, “Basil, we’ve got the making of a viral meme on our paws and when this over the world will see!”

“Basil,” Pandora spoke next. “Did mew know Melvyn has Magi abilities?”

My brain froze for a moment as I took in Pandora’s question. I looked around Humphrey’s lab and everyone had stopped what they were doing, turned and were looking at me. Obviously, we’re all on the same comms channel, so of course, they were all listening to the conversation.

“What?” I replied.

“Melvyn is a Magi!” Pandora repeated in her odd little foreign accent. “Did mew know?”

I stood, shaking my head in bewilderment, and said. “No, I had no clue,” making eye contact with Bomber, the huge Maine Coon, I asked. “Bomber, did mew know Melvyn possessed such abilities?”

The M-Unit shot each other sideways glances and Bomber said. “We suspected, but had no evidence of any superpowers.”

“Though in one timeline, we did get intel that he was the most powerful Magi kitten ever born on that particular world,” Ice added. “But he was long gone from that realm when we arrived and we thought he was dead.”

“But the timeline we rescued him from was a non-magical realm,” Smoke mused. “So there was no need for us to think he was of a magical lineage.”

“So why did mew suspect something?” I asked.

“Because,” Shadow replied. “Just before mew arrived in 2033 at the designated time-space coordinates. We had just rescued Melvyn from a necromancer.”

“And the only way a necromancer would be interested in a kitten,” Bomber continued. “Was if that kitten was special!”

“Pandora, is Melvyn on comms?” I asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Ask him if the timeline we rescued him from was his actual birth world,” I said.

Mew could have heard a pin drop while we heard Pandora ask the kitten.

Though I couldn’t actually see Melvyn, I could imagine that his eyes were as big as saucers as terror flooded through his veins as we’d just put another piece into our very perplexing jigsaw puzzle.

His voice was strained, and wobbly as he said. “No, I was born elsewhere.”

He confirmed my suspicions; I turned to the M-Unit and said. “Does that mean that every timeline mew visited to rescue Melvyn, and he was gone, that he’d jumped into a new timeline?”

Bomber looked confused, as did the rest of his team. “Mew mean that there was only ever one Melvyn, and he kept jumping from world to world?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” I answered. “Pandora ask Melvyn if that’s what happened.”

We listened and waited, and finally, Melvyn’s squeaky little voice crackled over the comms channel. “Uncle Basil is correct.”

 “Melvyn, come here,” Pandora said softly. And I heard the sounds of sobbing.

Staring at my team and the M-Unit, I shook my head in disbelief. “What has my poor nephew been through to get here?” I felt sick to my stomach as I thought about little Melvyn fleeing for his life across multiple dimensions and timelines just to survive.

Humphrey put a paw on my shoulder. “Basil, we couldn’t have known,” he said comfortingly. “Mew can’t blame yourself for something mew didn’t know about.”

“I know,” I growled angrily. “But he’s so little, and has been through so much, and he hasn’t even told us!”

Fudge stepped forward. “Basil, if we had known about him and his plight, we would have moved heaven and earth to get him, mew know that.”

“I know,” I conceded, giving Fudge a half smile, then added. “And how did he even do it?”

Pandora spoke. “Basil, Melvyn says he has an amulet which opens dimensional portals, his father gave it to him.”

Closing my eyes tight shut, I let out a tremendous sigh, before saying. “And this is why another necromancer is here. He wants Melvyn as a sacrifice for Crimsona Ubel.” I paused, putting the pieces together in my mind. “He is going to be the last sacrifice to complete her power restoration and return to the mortal plane.”

Posie, who’d been rather quiet for the last several minutes, blurted. “Basil, that is not going to happen.”

Humphrey broke the ensuing silence. “Dudes, the transfer box is ready. Let’s see if it can download the info off the data crystal.”

He was just about to place the clear cube into the slot when the bunker A.I. alarm sounded and the bunker lighting changed to an ominous shade of red.

“BBHQ Perimeter Alarm Activated,” Vera’s robotic voice rang out across the tannoy system. “T-Rexs are trying to find a weakness in the invisi-dome.”

The siren was deafening. “Vera, turn off the siren please,” I yelled. “And return normal lighting parameters.”

The alarm ceased, and the normal lighting was re-activated. “Vera, how long have we got until the T-Rexs break through the shield?” I asked.

“Approximately ten minutes until full energy drain, as they appear to be siphoning the voltage and increasing their own power.”

“What the fluff?” Parsley blurted. “Mew mean those things are draining our power and getting stronger?”

“Affirmative,” Vera answered.

“Basil dude, this ain’t good, and it means that we can’t use any blasters or energy weapons on them,” Parsley added.

Fudge looked worried, as did Smooch. “Where’s Posie?” I asked, suddenly noticing she wasn’t in the room.

Her ghostly head poked through the wall, and she hissed. “Shufflers have breached the stairwell and are headed up to level three, mew’ve got about thirty seconds to get up to level one and barricade the stairwell before we’re overrun!”

**AND CUT**

Guys, mew know how we roll, so many apologies to cut it right there, but we will say, OH MY COD, it's really getting out of control at BBHQ, can we take the pressure???? MOL 

Who knew what poor little Melvyn had been through? And how the fluff did he manage to stay alive?

AND

Will Humnphrey's new device read the data crystal? And will we get any clues on how to defeat the T-Rexs, shufflers or necromancers?

Fluffing fluff, who'd have thought we'd be in a situation like this?

If mew would like to read Chapter 9, let us know in the comments, and we'll share that on January 2nd 2024, as next week Tuesday is Boxing Day and mew know we have to share Boxing Day Special. Sorry about that! 

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