Things in bold and parentheses are A/N.

TW: Swearing, Abuse, having Grampa being named Ralf (name idea by Aextriot) , implied Detey even though I hate but I still like it at the same time.

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Me: Hello everyone!

Petey: Hey

Sarah: Hi :)

Me: Welcome back :)

Petey: We've been here since September 18th without going back to our homes.

Help us.

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(I was about to show a screenshot from when I first published the first part of this but my dumba$$ self edited something on it today so it says it was published today)

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Me: oH ShuT uP yOUUUU anyway

Me: Auburn_Cat043 says to call Petey 'Pete The Cat' (I grew up with those books omg)

Petey: Who even is that?

Me: Doesn't matter. Wait, I need to change something.

Petey: What?

*poof*

Me: Petey, talk.

Pete The Cat: okay-

Lil Petey: Papa's nametag changed :0

Pete The Cat: I'm stuck as a kid and I don't even have my own name.

Great.

Me: Also, you guys all have to call him Pete The Cat or Pete now, for...

let's say 2 chapters.

Dog Man: Cool :)

Me: Okay, we have a lot here from Aextriot so brace yourselves... *walks away to get the asks/dares*

Dog Man: Who's that again?

Chief: The one with the orange fruit as their profile picture.

Sarah: Oh cool.

Yolay: Yeah their cool. They basically said all the dares last chapter/two chapters ago, right?

Dog Man: Yeah I think they did.

Sarah: They must really like those comics. Same with "Me"

Chief: Who even is "Me"? I know their the host, but we don't even know their name.

NL: Like they basically kidnapped us and made us play this game. When can we go home?

Pete(y) The Cat: I don't know. Will we ever be able to? I need to try and get money to get a new house for me and the kid.

NL: Yeah. And I'm a nurse so I need to help people.

Sarah: What even is happening at town? I need to be there to report it.

Chief: Yeah, and I need to boss around the cops. Are they doing their correct work?

Dog Man: Me and the Super Buddies tm need to save everyone. Is everyone okay? (There he goes again trademarking his own stuff)

Lil Petey: I want to see Molly, Flippy, 80HD, and the other tadpoles. I really miss them. And everyone needs the Super Buddies!

Yolay: I wonder if people are looking for me to act in movies. I wonder if anyone is looking for us, in general.

Me: And I'm back with the dares/asks! Hey, what were you guys talking about?

Everyone: Nothing!

Me: Sus. Anyway...

Chief: Rude

Me: answer the question

Chief: Okay. Well my hair was sort of a really, really dark brown, almost black but it wasn't. It then got black because of age.

Me: cool. Also I'm adding Grampa back.

Grampa: *poofs into existence*

Grampa: Hey, I was making something to turn people evi-! Uh, nevermind.

Dog Man: okay...

Me: sus. Next question:

Sarah: Yeah, ever since I was little. I saw someone on Tv, and she looked really pretty. I then thought: "Hey, I want to be like that!" and from then on I wanted to become one, and I am. :)

Yolay: Cool :D

Me: next question

Grampa: The orange fruit just got personal.

Pete(y) The Cat: Can we maybe not do this one?

Me: okay

Pete(y) The Cat: Really?

Me: no

Pete(y) The Cat: Not surprised.

Yolay: Are you okay with it though? I only saw a little bit of the interview with Sarah, so only a little of your back story.

Pete(y) The Cat: Yeah, it's fine. You guys should know anyway.

Dog Man: Well, only if you're comfortable, Petey- um, I mean Pete. I won't get used to calling you that.

Pete(y) The Cat: It's okay, I am.

Pete(y) The Cat: ...

Pete(y) The Cat: ..okay I'm not but I have to so you guys need to get me therapy after this ok

Most People: ok

Lil Petey: Papa what's therapy?

Dog Man: Therapy is when someone goes to a doctor, but not a normal doctor. It's like a feeling doctor, a doctor for your feelings. For instance, you go there when your mad, sad, or anxious about something.

Pete(y) The Cat: Wow, you have a good way with kids.

Dog Man: Thanks :)

Me: guess what, this is my book. so for now lets just...

*Petey and Dog Man turn back to normal size*

Pete(y) The Cat: Hey, we're normal size now.

Me: Yeah, but now for long. Just until you finish your story.

Pete(y) The Cat: Okay, here we go. So-

Me: Hey, I asked someone just now (I'm writing this just after they messaged me back) if they want just you telling everyone the story or memories and angst, and they wanted angst. So, tell it in a form of a memory.

Pete(y) The Cat: okay...?

Me: Okay I'll just show you what I mean.

Dog Man: I remember that. It was in chapter 17.

Grampa:

Pete(y) The Cat: I don't remember that happening- wait is that about my parents!?

Me: maybe, maybe not.

Pete(y) The Cat: I remember that dress though, she always used to wear it when I was little... ANYWAY

Me: talk.

Pete(y) The Cat: okay okay

(You can tell I've been stalling. It's been a day since I've written in this book (since the person messaged me about the 💫angst💫))

Pete(y) The Cat: So up until I was 3 I think it was okay. I don't remeber much, since I was really little. But when I was 4/5 they started arguing some. About money or something, nothing big or anything, though dad made a big deal about it.

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5 year old Petey was sitting in his room, not playing anything important. It was a just normal day in the late 1990s. (My headcannon he was born in like 1993 or something) Birds were chirping, kids were playing outside...

"We don't have enough money, Sydney. Why would you buy him all those things!?"
"It was his birthday, Ralf. His birthday! His 5th birthday!"

Parents were fighting.

They've been doing that a lot recently. Why did they care so much about money? They had a lots of it! Mommy was saving some in her room. But when Petey saw her putting the money somewhere, she said not to tell Dad. Was that what he was mad about? Mommy not telling him about the secret money?

Petey went to his bedroom door, peaking out of a small crack since it wasn't closed completely. They would eventually 

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Grampa: that never happened >:(

Pete(y) The Cat: Wait, could you see that memory?

Dog Man: Yeah

Pete(y) The Cat: Well you're in for a ride. Anyway, back to the story. So up until I was 5 it was just arguing, nothing physical and it was only a little. But then from age 6-10 it was getting a lot more frequent and, sometimes.. physical.

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Faint arguing could be made out from the kitchen.

"You can't keep hurting us like this!"
"I can say whatever I want to you and that mistake!"
"How could you say that? He's our son!"
"YOUR son!"

A slap could be heard.

"...you bitch"
"...he is not a mistake. He is a child. A. CHILD. He needs a loving and caring father! Unlike you."
"That mistake deserves nothing."

More yelling could be made out as a little kitten looked out at his doorwayHis father grabbed a glass bottle.

No. This can't happen.

He ran out of his door, running into the kitchen and pushing past her mother.

"PET-!"

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(you can tell I got lazy ok)

Everyone: *silence*

Pete(y) The Cat: oh um you weren't supposed to see that memory i-its fine, don't worry, it's-

Dog Man and Lil Petey: *starts hugging Petey*

Pete(y) The Cat: ...

Chief: Well that was something

Lil Petey: I wanted to see more memories with Papa as a kid but not this :(

Me: I think that's all for today. Bye-

ha I lied.

Me: Hey, Lil Petey, theres a question for you.

Lil Petey: There is? :D

Me: Yeah! Who's your favorite person here?

Lil Petey: I don't have a favorite, though. I love everyone here!

Me: ok :)

Me: Next one 

Me: What's everyone's most traumatic moment in your lives?

Dog Man: I don't know, maybe when I got framed for stealing money, or the bomb.

Lil Petey: I don't really have a traumatic memory :<

Pete(y) The Cat: ...

Sarah: I guess I'll answer now. I don't know, maybe being tied up when I tried to adopt Zu Zu in "Dog Man: Unleashed." (I think that happened bare with me)

Chief: Being replaced by a robot and Dog Man getting fired. 

that was fun.

Yolay: Being captured in "Dog Man And Cat Kid". That was an eventful day.

NL: I don't know, maybe being attacked by the sippy cups in Mothering Heights. And that wasn't really traumatizing :/

Grampa: I don't really have a traumatic experience. 

Me: cool. Last one:

Me: Dog Man, so you have a crush?

Dog Man: I don't really know. I might, but just a guess :)

Me: Cool. Anyway, that's all for today guys. Bye :)

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(A/N from now on until the end of the chapter)

Well, this was a long and eventful chapter, wasn't it? Also my longest. 1,591 words. What. Anyway...

This was quite a fun chapter to write! ...up until half way through Petey's memories where I thought to myself "I can't do this" and started giving up. But alas, I pushed myself through it and it's now 1:43 am!

I just really like having my favorite cat in comic books go through angst. I don't know why. I can't even write angst. Yet here we are.

Also, I apologize for only referring me, the host, as "Me". From now on the host (me) will be referred to as "Cozmo", sometimes "Coz" if I'm too lazy to type out my online name (we've all been there). Also, I'll be using my irl oc for a reference to what my character looks like:

yeah, that's just an idea of what my character looks like. Oh, and here's a little bonus scene for Cool_Fairy30 that I forgot to put in before th A/N, lol:

A jail guard was dozing off at his desk, not paying attention to any of the cat prisoners. "Officer, stay awake and get back to work!" the boss of the Cat Jail said as he walked in to check up on everything. "Also, pay close attention to that one orange striped cat, he's gotten out too many times that I can't remember. Now, I gotta go figure out why the town's most important people are missing. Heck, even Yolay Caprese isn't here! It's like they all disappeared!" 

"Yes sir!" the officer replied, fully awake now. Wait, what did he have to do again? Oh right, watch over that old guy. Why was he so absent minded? Anyway... 

The jail guard walked over to the cell, not wanting to bother the prisoner. He was much more mean than Petey ever was, why did he ever have to take his place? But, Petey was a free cat now, so he should be happy. But he certainly didn't like this "Ralf" fellow, or whatever his name was.

"Hey, Grampa." the officer said as he got to the jail cell. "What do you want?" the cat said in his annoying old man voice. "The boss said I should just check on you, make sure you're not escaping." he replied. 

"Well, I'm not, much to my disliking." Grampa replied. Then, Grampa just popped away to existence. "Hey, what was that? Grampa, where did you go? Grampa?"

And he was gone.

wOOOoooOOoooOOoOOo

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Anyway I hope you liked that I'm terrified because I think I have cancer bye

(Word count now: 2055. Holy crap-

also it's 2:53 am now night guys!)