Welcome to our [household] [Anzie]

The other kid said completely nothing, no words at all to Insanis' blatant rude self-invitation which made Insanis wonder. What is going through your mind kid? Insanis was so intrigued now, he was wondering why that kid didn't make any attempt to stop him, he was wondering why the kid was completely silent, the room was completely silent. All accept for the cat that was purring in the kid's arms. Insanis eyes the cat and then eyed the kid.

Why would someone own a cat? In Insanis' mind cats had to be destroyed. They were messy, annoying and they were simply imperfect. The last kitten Insanis saw in his old house he sliced off a paw, he actually sliced off one of it's paws with a knife and left it out on the street. Insanis didn't care, he didn't kill it, no that would simply be too easy, that would be such an easy release for the cat. He wanted the cat to suffer for all eternity, humiliated by it's lack of a paw, not able to fit in with it's peers. Simply because it had messed up Insanis' carpet. Seeing this cat brought back good memories of good old paw slicing.

Sick memories but very pleasant memories. He eyed the kid, was he intimidated by Insanis' presence? Was he annoyed that Insanis had just invited himself to sit down? "That's a... nice cat you got there. My name's Insanis, Insanis Keeni. I guess I'm your cousins or something." He explains rather nonchalantly. Why should Insanis care about that ca-

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And then Insanis spied something in the corner of his eye, on the carpet, from the door leading all the way to the kid's seat. Cat hair. The memories all came flashing back, the pawless cat, it#'s piss poor hygiene, the complete and utter mess it made. It made Insanis' blood boil, the Keeni's blood was boiling, his anger was threatening to overflow and spill out all over the stupid and messy little cat. And now Insanis was angry. His eye twitches twice, his leg starts to shake and his hand starts to shake as well; there's clearly something wrong. "A very... interesting cat, hold up for a second." He says, gritting his teeth as he slowly gets up. The tension in the air is so thick it could be sliced with a knife.

He quickly runs into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife he can see and returns, clutching the hilt of the knife tight. However he doesn't sit back down, he grabs a bunch of cat hair and slams it on the table, right in front of the little Keeni kid. He stabs the tip of the knife right through the cat hair and into the table, leaving it jutting out of the table. "YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!" He screams right in front of the kid's face, pointing towards the cat hair and knife. He picks up the knife and points it to the cat.

His breathing slows, his loud shout is replaced by a chilling tone, a low but slow tone that screams 'calm anger'. "You see kid, I hate mess, and I'm gonna make sure this house is clean and ain't no stupid street animal gonna ruin that," he starts, and he means every single word that icily drips off his tongue. "If this thing, if this animal leaves so much as one hair on the carpet trust me... you will be feeling something much sharper than cat claws entering your skin." He threatens, he's angry, the kid has just met him and already he's stepped out of line, leaving a stupid mess that Insanis will have to clean later. He very lightly and delicately touches the tip of the knife onto the cat's nose, not nearly enough force to make it bleed.

"Are we clear?" He asks, it's like ice mixed with thick poison, numbing and sickening.

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This kid reeked of disrespect and defiance and if there was one thing Insanis hated it was disrespect. Disrespect meant the person was trying to undermine Insanis' control and if you tried to do that it meant you were stepping out of line. And what did Insanis do to those who stepped out of line? I punished them However because this was sort of happening on the fly Insanis didn't really have time to do a long painful thought out punishment. But the disrespect made his blood boil in his veins and threatened to overflow in the form of his anger, Kitty had said absolutely nothing, he had just growled at him.

Insanis slowly and lightly scratched the surface of the table with the tip of the knife, however he continued to glare at him, the light scratching noise of sharp steel against wood was the only thing that could be heard, Insanis wasn't done, he could simply make the boy say sorry but would that accomplish anything?Insanis had learned in his sixteen years of living that if someone simply apologized they didn't really mean it. Hell Insanis can't remember the last time he ever said sorry and meant it, wait had he even said sorry to anyone? In Insanis' mind sorry was just a phrase to express false feelings.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?" He asks, he doesn't even wait for an answer, he only lets about four seconds pass before reaching over and grabbing Kitty's hair and pulls it so hard his head hits the surface of the table, but not too hard however and he keeps his head pinned down on the table. He leans in so his mouth is just about right near the boy's ear. "I SAID WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOU MESSY SLOB!" He screams right in his ear.

And finally he takes the knife and buries it right in the surface of the table so it's right near Kitty's head. The black hilt stays sticking up and pointing towards the ceiling and Insanis doesn't bother picking it up anymore, he doesn't need it. "Answer me." He whispers venomously to the messy cat boy.

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Still no reply huh, this kid must really want to get on my bad side.

If Kitty was trying his best to escape Insanis's anger he wasn't doing a good job, all Insanis wanted was for this kid to show a hint of respect, nothing too big, nothing like bowing down to him, just respect. Insanis had taken the cat as a sign of disrespect, the fact that he had the nerve to leave cat hairs on the carpet just showed he had no respect for Insanis and what he stood for. The fact that Kitty refused to talk showed he had no respect for Insanis and he clearly didn't know what he had done wrong. All Insanis wanted was for the snot-nosed brat to say 'it won't happen again I swear'. Sorry wouldn't help, sorry never meant anything, sorry didn't mean he would never do it again, and Insanis would make sure he didn't do it again, one way or another.

Tense seconds passed, the tension ,fueled by Insanis's anger, was so thick it could be shredded by the same kitchen knife Insanis was holding. Crying wouldn't help Kitty in this situation, crying never helped if you were in Insanis's sadistic hands, no doing exactly what he said when he said it would help. As if crying is going to help this disrespectful brat. Insanis wasn't grinning or smiling, in fact the silence was itching, the silence set his teeth on edge. All he had to do was say the words and Insanis would let him go, the hand still kept the little kid's head pinned down with no side of letting up.

And then he decided to break the silence.

He leaned in so his head was near Kitty's so he was almost whispering in his ear, like a manipulative and evil snake that would make anyone's hair stand up straight."I believe I asked you a question kid, and I think it would be in your best interest to answer me before I really decide to show you my worst side." He says and then finally backs away, he tightens his grip and slightly and gently pushed his face into the wooden table a bit harder. "You see kid I want to make this house livable because I'm going to be living here for a bit I aren't going to live in a junkyard and no little cats or little kids going to mess that up." He loosens his grip ever so slightly. "Are we clear?"

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