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Rep shot the damn cat a glare as it landed, a glare that slowly turned into horror as the sound it made was awfully familiar. Surely..nah. Surely not. Jerry as a minipet had been a bird. It ...was it wearing a whistle? There was only one person he knew who wore a whistle in this day and age, there weren't any football referees on the island.

"Is that..Is that Jerry?" he could hardly believe he was even asking it, it was so ******** absurd.

His attention was dragged from the octopussy as claws in in his leg became an immediate cause for concern, angrily looking down to pry the treat off of himself before holding it up in both hands to inspect it. It looked familiar somehow. Very yellow. It reminded him of blonde. On Deus even blonde hair wasn't a huge surprise either, still, there was a hunch... On a sudden whim, Melvin would have found himself being sniffed thoughtfully. Familiar shampoo. Rep's expression turned grim. "...Goldilocks?"

Melvin was freed before being picked up. It was very unsettled to be this high up and to also fit I to Rep's hads this easily. Puffed up, he was then surprise to hear Rep figure out it was Jerry. How he knew, Melvin had no idea. He certainly wouldn't know if he was in Rep's shoes. What was even stranger was that Rep looked to him and then, out if the blue, SMELLED him!

Jerking all about, he stopped and looked with wide eyes that Rep figured out who he was by smell. Melvin gave a small nod and said "yes" which sounded like neruu when he spoke.

Wait. How did Rep know him by smell? Did he smell? He was so clean! He took showers all the time. "Jerry, do I smell?!" He asked, looking down at the octo-mini in surprise and worry.

At that suggestion, Jerry's back arched and he gave a vicious hiss. If Rep thought that was funny, he was about to get another face full of tentacles. Although talking to the labs might shed some light on vital issues... like if they would melt and if they could eat for instance. Or more importantly, when and how they would turn back.

Shuffling carefully into the dirt, he dragged a tentacle as well as he could to make a rather wobbly drawing of what he hoped was identifiably an island, then sat next to it with a huff and a mew.

Rep didn't even notice Melvin curling up, too used to idly petting small adorable creatures when he was stressed, scratching the base of his wings and behind his ears out of well practised habit, most of the minipets seemed to like it, it stopped them trying to bite his fingers off. Instead, he was paying attention to Jerry, raising a brow at the diagram he'd drawn on the ground. It could have been anything from a hole in the ground to an oddly shaped sponge.

"So that...blobby thing is where you guys ended up like this?" he hazarded. "And I'll take that hiss as a no to the techs. Most I can suggest is letting you guys chill in Massacre's tank if you start to like...melt. I'm assuming you'll turn back. I hope. I mean. You are better looking like this, but probably less useful overall."

He finally flicked his eyes down to Melvin, aware what he was doing, and smirked as the treat-ified hunter seemed to be blissing out, he didn't let up petting him. "I wish you guys had turned into like, less adorable s**t." Even the strange tentacled cat was lovable in a bizarre sort of way.

Or maybe he was just critically weak to minipets.

Melvin woke from his trance to see Jerry start to play charades. Blinking, he stood up and watched until the end.

That

Was

EXACTLY

What happened!!

Melvin was blown away by this accurate detail of events and pointed to Jerry and frantically patted his paw on Rep's arm to make sure he was paying attention. When Jerry finished, he too looked up to see if he now understood. Rep had been surprisingly bright so far figuring out who they were.

"Mow?" Jerry cocked his head to one side, tail... or was it a tentacle? Too many limbs to keep track of... flicking. Artifacts? He just... wanted to meet the source of that music. He would one day.... if he didn't end up permanently an octopuss.

He didn't seem to get anywhere with Jerry with his question, but the reaction he got from Melvin was immediate and adorable. He felt like he had wandered into some kind of ******** up real life pokemon adventure because both of them were making about as much sense.

"I was asking cause that's what me and Ace are up to. Like. Looking for items and s**t, following up a lead. We got island leave clearance. I figured that's what you two might have got. We...didn't end up as minipets though."

He gave Melvin that dissaproving look again as he fought the urge to hug him like an overenthusiastic teenager, the only thing stopping him the knowledge he wasn't a real minipet. He settled for patting him on the head again, in what he hoped was as minimally a condescending way as possible.

It'll probably wear off though, I mean, I guess the weapons fight it off? It wore off last time...eventually. You just just..might be stuck like that a while. How are you going to like, eat?, where are you going to sleep? I could get a backup mini containment tank out of the lab in case but... you like, won't be able to do normal s**t like...well. Doors.

Melvin was also looking at him with large, brilliant blue eyes. Who did he think was going to help take care of them until this was all fixed?