me on a date: so what’s your hogwarts house?
date: I don’t know…
me shoving breadsticks into my purse: something’s come up I’ve-
date: I mean no one can truly know their house because the online quizzes are nothing compared to the sorting hat.
me slowly takes breadstick out of purse: go on
Imagine playing a survival horror game where instead of being a gritty reporter or a single parent or a tortured soul with amnesia, you’re a cat. You live in a haunted house, and it is your job to defend your human/s from harm.
Instead of weapons, you fight with your claws. You jump, you twist, and your meows and hisses have different abilities. But if you make TOO much noise, your human/s hush you, and you can’t continue with your assault until they’ve left you be.
There are various spirits and some are helpful. Ghost mice give you life, ghost crickets give you information, and a former Guardian cat is your guide. You have to succeed where your predecessor failed- finding the source of the haunting and getting rid of it.
And if you don’t succeed, your human dies, and you are left alone.
