Heyyyyy so like there might be people wondering about my art change. I’ll explain probably in another project or something I’m tired. Scroll down (: !WARNING BACKSTORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE MENTIONS OF D!ATH AND OTHER THINGS THAT MIGHT UPSET SOME! You have been warned… Coco Creamsmith She/her Age: 15 Profession: cafe booksmith apprentice Relationship status: Single Backstory~ The rain pattered threateningly at Coco’s umbrella. It streamed down the water-proof fabric; undeniably cool temperatures radiating from the atmosphere. It sent shivers tickling up Coco’s nose, threatening disease. But Coco had a grin plastered on her faceace. In front of her lay the bountiful countryside that she resided in. Hills were scattered around the area like weeds, each determined on being the tallest and securing a legend in the vast universe, minions of flowers and stones cheering for them. Flowers were like a virtuous princess, raising like a hand offering safety and perhaps, deceiving with the many dagger-like stones there to inflict pain on a hand/paw wanting to pick a flower. The stone’s held a sense of deep stubbornness in them, like a tiny mountain that was so full of themselves, they wouldn’t move. Just above the hills, practically floating above the floor was the cottage of Brewsmith. Coco’s childhood home. Looking back, Coco felt a pang of sympathy for her younger self. She was too young to understand. Young Coco was sent away by her parents to go to a boarding school because they didn’t care for her. Every summer she’d spent in her school, expect this summer when she was nine. That summer, she’d wrote a letter to her parents saying she’d come and planned it all out. So there she was, excited and young bounding up to her parents doorstep. She rang the bell and stared at her old home. The cottage had a classic patio made of a classy oak, with flowers in baskets hung nicely around. The house was a simple white and brown palate. Suddenly the door swung open and an unimpressed cat opened the door. “Coco… you’re… here.” The cat said flatly. Coco could only see her silhouette, but she knew that voice. “Ma! Can’t believe I’m here! Can’t wait to start our super fun summer!” The shadow grew a nasty scowl. “Yes well, can you be elsewhere?” Coco’s heart skipped a beat, but she tried to be positive. “Haha! Ma that was… funny.” The shadow sighed and shook her head. “Not a joke… I always wondered why you had such an irregular, stupid sense of brain and humour.” Coco shuddered, her mother never really knew how to talk nice. “Okay but… can I come in…? I came all this way…” The shadow groaned. “No. Not my fault you came all this way. Anyway we don’t have time for you, with the new baby.” Coco froze, her lib trembling and her world shook. “You didn’t tell me about the… new baby. The silhouette laughed. “And why would I? You are the regret of my life, the disgrace that just won’t leave. Me. ALONE. Your little brother Koffee is the child that I’ve always wanted. Now go. You’re not wanted here.” Coco sobbed, she knew her mother disliked her, but didn’t know how much. She only thought her mother was… odd. She could practically feel her mother’s sneer through her shadow disguise. Why would she pick another over… her? The silhouette sighed, “We’re done here.” Those were the last words Coco ever heard from her parents. Coco was stunned by the last few minutes. She stood in silence with not only the rain streaking by, but a few stray tears flew from Coco’s fluffy face. Then she acted, banging her paws against the door and shouting insults. She then realised she would have to move eventually, or else she’d freeze. A few hours of sketchy hitchhiking later Coco found herself in front of a factory. It loomed in front of her, its shadow gloomy and bleak. Then she felt a thud against her body and everything went black. She woke up in a glass tube, humans were scuttling like ants, with odd emerald suits. She wanted to panic but something was stopping her. She felt her tail dripping, how could it be dripping? No… no. Not only that, but she also felt like some cake with whipped cream on top for some reason. “Alright boss, we’ve merged most of the felines in custody with some kind of drink or food.” The monotone voice echoed, Coco narrowed her eyes to see a man dressed in a darker green addressing a man in a professional black suit, the dark green suit guy had a pastel orange tint to his hair, pale white skin, leafy green eyes and freckles dancing all over his face. The dark green suit guy seemed nervous in front of the ‘boss’ and honestly? Coco couldn’t blame him. An authoritative, cripplingly chilling atmosphere hovering around him, he was practically the most intriguing guy in the bleak facility. The boss had dark skin and short brown hair, his eyes were covered in pitch black glasses and his eyebrow had a single piercing in it. The ‘boss’ looked pleased, something Coco was uneasy
Hi! Story was too long continued down here!~ About. “Good Austin-“ Coco froze, Austin? What a strange name. Coco continued listening. “Load them up into the vans in an hour. I want every last one of them sold.” Austin looked freaked out. “S-sold sir? Y- you t- told us the c-cats would go t- to a ca- cat cafe…?” The boss rounded on Austin, revealing how tall he was by standing up straight. And he was TALL. “I don’t PAY you for making ‘furry friends!’ DO I?!” The boss shouted in his outrage, his face redder than a bowl of ketchup with neon red lights in it. ‘Y- yes sir…” Austin said meekly, his whole body shrinking against the sheer height of the boss. The boss then scoffed, nodded curtly and walked purposefully away. “Oh why did I have to get this job, and not just a plumber like father…” Coco’s pity wormed its way into words. “Why are you sad short human?” Austin leaped into the air and yelped when he heard someone say words. Coco breathed in her disbelief, he could understand her? Humans and cats have been living in separate lives for a millennia, although perhaps not as separate as she thought. As Austin peered around, he looked like he worked up the courage to speak. “W-who’s there…? A-and d-don’t call m-me sh-short!” Coco sniggered, and crowed, “Over here short guy!” Austin’s gaze flicked over the tube and he seemed to black out for a second, then he freaked. “How are you talking, what? That’s not scientifically possible!” “I dunno, just spoke dude.” Austin’s lips twitched, like he wanted to smile but couldn’t. “Don’t listen in to my conversations please.” Coco snorted, “As if I have a choice.” She prodded at the glass, proving her words. “Fair point.” Austin remarked with a slight grin. “So why are you sad short human?” Austin sighed, and he told a story where his parents told him what to do in life and what to think, and he just had enough of it. Coco listened intently, then after he finished she admitted her parent problems too. Austin sighed. “I’m sorry, that seems hard.” “It is… I’m sorry about your parents too.” Austin smiled, dimples appearing by his lips. He then frowned and looked conflicted. “Arrrgh alright I’ll let you all out.” Coco’s eyebrows shot up, “WHAT?” Austin smiled sadly, he then took a tranquilliser gun and typed something on the computer. Coco felt the glass shift and vibrate until it cracked and shattered, freedom felt, different. She felt… different. Austin held the tranquilliser to his leg and pulled the trigger. “ARGH!” “Austin!” Coco rushed over. “Get out of here Coco, you still have a whole life ahead of you, don’t let your new mutation stop you.” Coco froze, ‘mutation?’ She shook her head and smiled, “Thank you Austin, and never give up, you still have a life ahead of you too.” Austin’s conciousness was slipping away. “Goodbye, strange sentient cat.” “Goodbye surprisingly short human.” Austin’s eyes fell and Coco had a near heart attack before she caught the rising and falling of his chest. She hoped he’d be okay. Now, she needed to get out of here. When she finally got out, she walked all the way from the factory to the town of ‘Endalis’ as the sign said. That’s how far she made it before she blacked out. “Easy deary, you took quite a tumble!” A kind elderly voice sounded out as Coco regained consciousness. What was once a blur was now a silver cat with library glasses and a bold and sweet grin with no shame. “Never seen quite a cat like you!” Recovering from anaesthetics, Coco sobbed all about her tale, and when she finished, the elderly cat held a sympathetic expression with concern, actual concern. “Well deary, you must stay here for now then, so you don’t stave!” Coco sniffed. “You aren’t disgusted about me?” The elderly cat seemed taken aback, “Heavens, no!” She cried. Coco smiled sadly. “Thank you.” Six years later Coco is now attending Miss Harp’s bookshop as her apprentice, living and working with friends and leading a long, sociable life I had so much fun with this! Sorry the backstory is short, I had to make it easy to read. 2 pieces of art in this! 1: coco’s current occupation. 2: Coco at Brewsmith cottage (before the mutation, that is why she is a pure brown cat in this.)
