![]() "Make your own damn breakfast!" Kat retorted in the general direction of the kitchen, and the took off upstairs. "What the hell, man! Where the fuck is my breakfast?" shouted Stretch from the kitchen. Grabbing the cake, Kat ran out of the kitchen as fast as she could. Just as she finished her thought, a torrent of wind rushed through the kitchen. "A little unorthodox-cake for breakfast-but I doubt he cares," she thought. Several hours later, Kat put the finishing touches on her white frosting baseball-shaped cake. Today would be the best day of Casper’s afterlife. As Kat made her way to the kitchen, she was pleasantly surprised that Casper was not up-which was highly unusual-and neither were Casper’s ghoulish uncles, also known as The Trio-Kat expected them to not be up yet. Kat’s birthday plans for Casper added the extra spring in her step. "He’s 103 years old today."Īfter getting showered and dressed, Kat descended the staircase, and hopped lightly off it. So…he’s…" she thought, doing some mental math. "Friday" she muttered, glancing sideways to the wall where her calendar was suspended. Kat rolled over and glanced at her digital alarm clock, which read five minutes after seven. Just as she reached consciousness, she heard the car door slam outside, which could only mean her Dad had left for work, probably out to visit a patient in town. Kinda angsty, kinda fluffy.Ģ3 June 1996 Early morning sun filtered through Kat’s bedroom window. FAN FIC - May contain Triggering subjects. ![]()
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