"Pss pss pss, come here, Mango," she says quietly.
Hiding underneath a translucent blanket is a cat. On one hand is a can of chicken feast, and on the other is a stick with a toy mouse attached, moving around by itself. As she sneaks closer, the cat senses her presence pouncing on her face.
"Mango, get off my face!" She says while muffled.
She stumbles, her hip bounces from the table to the couch, and onto the table. Mango springs onto the window sill. With a slight nudge the fresh air enters.
"No no no no," She panics.
Leaping towards Mango in hopes of catching him, Mango jumps, disappearing from her sight. What she saw now was the streets under her, her waist pinned on the sill.
"Oh man, I'm never getting hired again if I lose their cat," she says nervously, palm on her head.
Jumping out of the window, she glides down with her specially bought shoes. Running down the street, she squeezes through the people, unable to see what was in front, only up. Ships flew high above as people took in the view of Earve. It was that time of the week; People across worlds have arrived. The girl, now able to escape the crowd, weaves through, passing by people huddled up against a store window. The TV broadcasts live news as they celebrate another decade of peace between worlds. Swift on her feet, she glides along the street, passing under the legs of giants, swerving around the strange tentacled ones. When she's unable to proceed with speed, she springs over them, gliding over their heads before landing.
Where are you, Mango? If I don't find you, I totally won't be able to find a job for a while. Especially when labor laws are stricter than they used to.
Mango was nowhere to be found. She searched every place that he could've gone to, a store prominent for its animal food, particularly their made in Folux cat food; the alley, where most cats would be, Mango is still unfound. She exhausts herself, thinking of calling it quits. A bin rattles around, a cat meows.
"Mango?"
There he was, eating a raw fish out of the bin. Mango runs for it out into the street, the fish still inside his mouth. She gives chase back onto the streets. The chaos ensues as Mango, unable to pass through, climbs a thin, tall man like a tree. He jumps from shoulder to shoulder, flabbergasting some who have just arrived onto this world. She follows without losing sight of him.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Omg, I'm so sorry about that hole in your stomach. You'll regenerate it back. Sorry! " she says, speedily passing by.
As the chase continues on, the city's atmosphere changes, and the festivities have begun. The crowd thickens as she tracks him down deeper into the city. Still chasing Mango, they have arrived at the festival. There was devastation and panic wherever he went. Who would've thought a single cat would cause so much? One person had melted in defense while others flew away, almost dragging Mango with them. On a stage, the mayor speaks.
"The day has come once again-"
Evading what blocks her path, she bypasses each of their legs. Eventually, Mango is in her sight. Knees bent, hands close to the floor she snatches him.
"What's that?" A tourist says.
"Is this an event?" Another says.
On the stage, a girl, and a creature, stood at the center. They have become the center of attention, standing in front of the mayor.
Oh god, this is a nightmare
All eyes and cameras were on them, for the whole world to see them, and those who were resting in their spaceships above. What has caught their attention was not the mayor's passionate speech, nor was it the mysterious girl; in her hand, a creature has appeared before them.
"Is that? No way it is," A slime man says.
"It is, it's a Jugian. The rarest animal of the whole galaxy," a feathered lady says.
Murmur spreads amongst the crowd. The mayor, standing in his own confusion, makes his move.
"Uh, umm, to celebrate this great day we have brought our greatest creature, the only organic creature of its kind, to naturally be born on this planet…"
The crowd is in silence, anticipating. From her view, their eyes gawked at her sudden appearance; The girl, unable to stay sane, wobbles, feeling skittish. The sudden eyes of the onlookers has her whole world spinning; her arms loosened. Mango, finishing his fish notices the slight detach from his body, he jumps. In her realization with mango in the air, she grabs Mango between his arms. To the audience, the parading of the Jugian was a symbol to rejoice. A jugian held one reason worth celebrating, a representation of great sacrifice. The commemoration was not for the end of some war between a few worlds, it was the sacrifice, the deaths of many, the thousands, millions, billions of people who have fought in resilience to end it short, defying the impossible to achieve this era of peace.
To this girl, she hears nothing. All she wants is to get off this social phobic stage, to go back home and get paid. She runs off. Although swift on her feet, the crowd notices, applauding, making way for her as she holds Mango, high above her head.
AHHHHH! This is too much! Stop it!
And there she goes, off into the uncrowded, distant street.