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IDW CAT!( Sonic! Meowscarada Si)
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CASINO PARK
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Scara the Cat!! "
A deep voice boomed from the speakers, echoing throughout the darkened room.
A single spotlight snapped on, illuminating an empty stage — save for a small green dinosaur plush, smiling brightly at the audience.
…
The crowd was silent, thick with anticipation at the coming show.
…
Then confusion set in. It didn't last long. A single red petal fell.
Then another.
Then another — until a stream of crimson petals drifted gently toward the stage.
The audience watched, entranced, as the falling red petals grew violent, swirling faster and faster around the plush until it vanished from sight.
With a sudden burst, the petals exploded outward, scattering across the room—and in their place stood a cat Mobian.
A handsomely beautiful cat Mobian, Scara would insist.
He had soft, light-green fur, with long, dark-green fur on his legs. The fur on his thighs and arms puffed outward like elegant sleeves. Around his neck rested a flower-petal-shaped collar connected to twin capes. His face was framed by a striking green mask, a cute pink nose, and a Cheshire grin that drew attention to sharp, pink eyes. Floating near him was a four-petaled green flower, hovering and following his every movement as if by magic.
What truly stood out, however, was his height. Scara was tall.
Very tall for a cat Mobian — Well most mobian couldn't claim being a hundred and forty nine centimeters tall.
Delighted, feminine cheers and wolf whistles rang out from the crowd.
Damn, his fans were horny, Scara thought.
Well… that was part of the appeal. Looking good for all genders. Giving them something wonderful to stare at.
Smug pride swelled as he bowed.
Charm. Disarming voice.
"Ladies, gentlemen—settle down! Thank you for your appreciation, but the show's about to start."
A few more catcalls rang out before the crowd gradually quieted, hanging on his charming, androgynous voice.
Could be male. Could be female. Really, it was all part of the mystery — and part of the reason they kept coming back, hoping for attention… or more.
"How about we start the night with a song~?" Scara asked, slowly strutting across the stage. His hips swayed seductively — hips that did not lie. Definitely not one bit!
The crowd cheered, right on cue.
"Is that a yes~?"
He leaned forward on straight legs, one gloved, five-fingered paws cupped to his ear.
Charm.
The cheers grew louder.
Scara stilled, and the room followed suit as soft jazz and piano music filled the air.
Disarming voice. Charm.
"No one to talk with, all by myself~"His voice flowed like thick honey.
"No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf~"
He leapt down from the stage, strolling elegantly through the crowd as the spotlight tracked him—exactly as it should.
All eyes on him. And damn did it feel good.
"Ain't misbehavin',
Savin' my love for you~"
He leaned close to a well-dressed wolf Mobian who reeked of money, singing softly near his ear. The wolf shivered, delighted, as Scara glided past.
"For you, for you, for you~"
He pointed into the crowd, singling out a few particularly wealthy-looking faces before vaulting effortlessly back onto the stage and perching on the ledge.
Double team.
"I know for certain the one I love,
I'm through with flirtin', it's you that I'm thinkin' of~" Smoke billowed through the lavish room, and suddenly — more Scara.
Solid Illusions of him appeared throughout the audience, each carrying platters of shrimp cocktails and whatever overpriced nonsense the casino owner was offering.
"Ain't misbehavin',
Savin' my love for you~"
Every guest was focused.
Distracted. As each of his clones gave special attention to each audience member in reach.
Each one convinced their Scara was real for that brief moment.
A Cheshire grin crept across the real Scara's face.
"Like Jack Horner in the corner~
Don't go nowhere, what do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for~
Believe me~" They never noticed their pockets being emptied.
Not that it would hurt much.
Rich bastards like them probably had plenty more expensive junk to lose.
Expensive junk he could sell at a profit—on top of his already high price tag. Items just valuable enough to fetch a good return, yet not valuable enough to draw too much attention.
Scara already had enough problems with the popo after last time. He'd sweet-talked his way out of that mess, sure — but still. Too much attention could be a bad thing. Funny how that worked.
"I don't stay out late, no place to go~
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio~"
Scara watched each member of the audience closely, holding their gaze just long enough to leave them wanting more. Especially that overly fluffy-up cat — she was pretty.
Certainly pretty enough to steal from, judging by the thick makeup.
"Ain't misbehavin'~
Savin' all my love for you~
I don't stay out late, got no place to go~"
Tail whip.
Scara's small, fuzzy tail wagged cutely. One of the ladies stumbled backward into her friends, her legs giving out entirely.
"I'm home about eight, just me and my radio~"
Yet two members of the audience caught his eye.
One was an overly muscular beefcake of a shark, towering and squeezed into a barely passable upper-class suit. The other was a white gecko with gold highlights, dressed in a high quality black suit with an overly large and ornamented blue beret. Both were clearly entranced by Scara.
But not enough to steal from.
Those two were trouble — Scara could tell at a glance.
Like spotting a wolf among sheep. Which was funny, considering plenty of the audience were wolves who probably wanted to bang him… or be banged by him.
Not that he could blame them. He'd do himself if he could.
Damn copies were too fragile.
"Ain't misbehavin'~
Savin' my love for you~"
And with that, Scara brought the ironic song to a close.
Thank you, jazz musician whose name I can't remember, Scara thought as he bowed gracefully. Around the room, his clones slipped away one by one, carrying the stolen goods to be stashed somewhere safe.
The crowd erupted into loud, gleeful cheers. Scara could practically smell the desire in the air.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
He waved and bowed as roses were thrown onto the stage — one caught neatly between his teeth.
Suddenly, all the flowers flew toward his hands, twisting together into a single bouquet. He tossed it into a cluster of ladies, who immediately fought over it like cats over mice.
Charm. Disarming voice.
"And that was just the beginning of the show~"
His melodic voice echoed through the room.
"Let Scara entertain thee~"
(I)()_(I)()_()I()_()I()_()(I)
The crowd slowly made their way out, clearly satisfied with the show.
Scara could say the same.
Suckers.
The lights were on now, casting a warm glow over the room. Tables sat empty and cluttered with used plates, chairs were left askew — just the usual aftermath of an event like this.
Not that Scara cared. Cleaning up wasn't his business.
"One daiquiri, please," Scara requested from the dog bartender as he cartoonishly perched on a barstool that was a little too small for his ass.
The consequences of being tall, Scara sighed—ironic, considering he was practically a midget compared to his former height.
Still, he could accept it. Everyone on this world was smaller than he used to be, so it was acceptable to a certain extent.
"Whiskey on the rocks."
A smooth voice spoke from beside him, to Scara's right.
The cat's eyes slid toward the speaker. It was the familiar gecko.
Something nagged at the back of Scara's mind. He recognized this individual — not personally, but possibly by reputation. Though he couldn't put a finger where it is at the back of his mind. There weren't many Mobians like him, and certainly not many with such a distinctive color scheme.
The particularly large shark accompanying him was equally hard to miss.
"Forgive Scara for asking," he said, "but have we met before?"
Speaking in third person had always been fun in this new life of his. It helped build a persona — and made it easier to let others assume one thing while the truth slipped past unnoticed. Another favorite trick from his stacked deck.
"No, I don't believe we have. Orion the Gecko, at your service." The gecko tipped his hat and offered a good-natured smile.
"Pleasure to meet you, Orion. Hope you enjoyed Scara's show~" His voice dropped into a huskier tone.
"But forgive this cat for asking… Scara has heard of you. Just can't quite remember where from."
Perfect timing — his drink arrived.
Scara took a quick sip, then shifted into a deliberately seductive, effeminate pose.
Nothing.
Either it didn't work… or the gecko cared little for it.
Which meant this wasn't his usual chump.
How delightful, Scara thought.
"Well, this is the first time we've met in person, I can promise you that. Miss — or is it mister? Hard to tell." Orion chuckled as he deflected the question. "Mind settling a bet for me and my buddy? Jaws over there." He gestured casually. "I say you're a man. He says you're a lady."
Scara had already noticed the shark's approach — not just from the heavy footsteps, but from the strong scent of the sea clinging to him.
He turned to his left. Jaws sat there now, towering even over Scara, offering what the cat assumed was a polite grin.
Scara disagreed.
It looked more like a savage smile full of sharp teeth.
Still, manners were manners. Scara nodded courteously, flashing the same Cheshire grin others found so charming. It seemed to have a slightly stronger effect on the shark than it did on his gecko companion.
"Oh~ Scara's gender is Scara."
He turned back to Orion, eyes gleaming.
A setup, Scara thought.
How fun.
"Fernandez~ take a break. I'll cover for you — keep the big dog up top happy." Scara told the bartender, who now looked far more worried than before.
Scara only smiled, nodding him off as he rose from his stool. He brushed Orion's shoulders lightly as he passed, feeling a faint shiver in response, before slipping behind the bar.
He grabbed two rather expensive bottles. One glass was poured and slid neatly toward Orion's now-empty tumbler. He started on another for Jaws, only to stop when the shark shook his head and silently requested the entire bottle instead.
Scara shrugged and handed it over.
Charm.
"So, boys~ what do two handsome men want with little ol' me?" He leaned forward, elbows resting on the marble countertop, face propped in his paws. His pink eyes seemed to glow in the warm light.
A hint of red crept onto both their faces. A satisfied smile spread across Scara's own.
Orion shook his head, as if trying to clear whatever haze had settled over him — aka Scara's tricks.
Jaws, on the other hand… Scara could practically see hearts floating above his head.
Good, Scara thought. Two against one — still in my favor.
"Scara the Cat. Or should I say Meow Scarada," Orion began. "You popped up out of nowhere five or six years ago and took the entertainment industry by storm. One of the most popular and best magicians — "
"The most popular and best magician," Scara added helpfully.
Orion ignored him.
"— magicians," he continued evenly. "There were a few… interesting things that came up. Another criminal went active around the same time you did. A thief of some renown. Expensive diamonds, relics, paintings — the usual. All rumors, of course. No proof beyond a calling card. A diamond joker."
Scara merely smiled.
Of course Orion thought it was him.
"What a pity the cops never caught such an elusive and skilled thief~" Scara sighed dramatically, pressing a paw to his mask and another to his chest.
Orion held his gaze. Scara didn't blink.
"The interesting part," Orion said, "is that the thief vanished off the face of the earth. Most people think they ran off with the loot."
"Oh~ and you think they didn't?" Scara leaned closer, chin resting in his palm, the space between his and Orion's face narrowing. "What are you — some kind of detective?"
"No." Orion leaned back slightly, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Just someone with a grudge he'd like to settle."
Jaws shifted.
The charm haze faded from the shark's eyes as Scara noticed his posture subtly tighten.
Hmm… inconvenient, Scara thought.
"You always seemed like the most likely candidate," Orion continued casually.
"But no one could ever prove it. One of your biggest controversies, actually."
He waved a hand, and Jaws relaxed — just a little.
"Controversy comes with fame, dear~" Scara replied lightly.
"But yours?" Orion's smile sharpened. "Too much evidence pointing your way… and not enough to arrest you."
"So~ allegedly, I'm this 'mysterious thief.'"
Scara straightened, boredom edging into his voice. "What about it?"
"Nothing official," Orion chuckled. "No wires."
Then his tone shifted.
"It's Fang I have a problem with."
All pretense dropped.
The smile slid off Scara's face, replaced by a slow, thoughtful frown.
"Well, looks like you have my full attention."
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Scara the Cat!! "
A deep voice boomed from the speakers, echoing throughout the darkened room.
A single spotlight snapped on, illuminating an empty stage — save for a small green dinosaur plush, smiling brightly at the audience.
…
The crowd was silent, thick with anticipation at the coming show.
…
Then confusion set in. It didn't last long. A single red petal fell.
Then another.
Then another — until a stream of crimson petals drifted gently toward the stage.
The audience watched, entranced, as the falling red petals grew violent, swirling faster and faster around the plush until it vanished from sight.
With a sudden burst, the petals exploded outward, scattering across the room—and in their place stood a cat Mobian.
A handsomely beautiful cat Mobian, Scara would insist.
He had soft, light-green fur, with long, dark-green fur on his legs. The fur on his thighs and arms puffed outward like elegant sleeves. Around his neck rested a flower-petal-shaped collar connected to twin capes. His face was framed by a striking green mask, a cute pink nose, and a Cheshire grin that drew attention to sharp, pink eyes. Floating near him was a four-petaled green flower, hovering and following his every movement as if by magic.
What truly stood out, however, was his height. Scara was tall.
Very tall for a cat Mobian — Well most mobian couldn't claim being a hundred and forty nine centimeters tall.
Delighted, feminine cheers and wolf whistles rang out from the crowd.
Damn, his fans were horny, Scara thought.
Well… that was part of the appeal. Looking good for all genders. Giving them something wonderful to stare at.
Smug pride swelled as he bowed.
Charm. Disarming voice.
"Ladies, gentlemen—settle down! Thank you for your appreciation, but the show's about to start."
A few more catcalls rang out before the crowd gradually quieted, hanging on his charming, androgynous voice.
Could be male. Could be female. Really, it was all part of the mystery — and part of the reason they kept coming back, hoping for attention… or more.
"How about we start the night with a song~?" Scara asked, slowly strutting across the stage. His hips swayed seductively — hips that did not lie. Definitely not one bit!
The crowd cheered, right on cue.
"Is that a yes~?"
He leaned forward on straight legs, one gloved, five-fingered paws cupped to his ear.
Charm.
The cheers grew louder.
Scara stilled, and the room followed suit as soft jazz and piano music filled the air.
Disarming voice. Charm.
"No one to talk with, all by myself~"His voice flowed like thick honey.
"No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf~"
He leapt down from the stage, strolling elegantly through the crowd as the spotlight tracked him—exactly as it should.
All eyes on him. And damn did it feel good.
"Ain't misbehavin',
Savin' my love for you~"
He leaned close to a well-dressed wolf Mobian who reeked of money, singing softly near his ear. The wolf shivered, delighted, as Scara glided past.
"For you, for you, for you~"
He pointed into the crowd, singling out a few particularly wealthy-looking faces before vaulting effortlessly back onto the stage and perching on the ledge.
Double team.
"I know for certain the one I love,
I'm through with flirtin', it's you that I'm thinkin' of~" Smoke billowed through the lavish room, and suddenly — more Scara.
Solid Illusions of him appeared throughout the audience, each carrying platters of shrimp cocktails and whatever overpriced nonsense the casino owner was offering.
"Ain't misbehavin',
Savin' my love for you~"
Every guest was focused.
Distracted. As each of his clones gave special attention to each audience member in reach.
Each one convinced their Scara was real for that brief moment.
A Cheshire grin crept across the real Scara's face.
"Like Jack Horner in the corner~
Don't go nowhere, what do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for~
Believe me~" They never noticed their pockets being emptied.
Not that it would hurt much.
Rich bastards like them probably had plenty more expensive junk to lose.
Expensive junk he could sell at a profit—on top of his already high price tag. Items just valuable enough to fetch a good return, yet not valuable enough to draw too much attention.
Scara already had enough problems with the popo after last time. He'd sweet-talked his way out of that mess, sure — but still. Too much attention could be a bad thing. Funny how that worked.
"I don't stay out late, no place to go~
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio~"
Scara watched each member of the audience closely, holding their gaze just long enough to leave them wanting more. Especially that overly fluffy-up cat — she was pretty.
Certainly pretty enough to steal from, judging by the thick makeup.
"Ain't misbehavin'~
Savin' all my love for you~
I don't stay out late, got no place to go~"
Tail whip.
Scara's small, fuzzy tail wagged cutely. One of the ladies stumbled backward into her friends, her legs giving out entirely.
"I'm home about eight, just me and my radio~"
Yet two members of the audience caught his eye.
One was an overly muscular beefcake of a shark, towering and squeezed into a barely passable upper-class suit. The other was a white gecko with gold highlights, dressed in a high quality black suit with an overly large and ornamented blue beret. Both were clearly entranced by Scara.
But not enough to steal from.
Those two were trouble — Scara could tell at a glance.
Like spotting a wolf among sheep. Which was funny, considering plenty of the audience were wolves who probably wanted to bang him… or be banged by him.
Not that he could blame them. He'd do himself if he could.
Damn copies were too fragile.
"Ain't misbehavin'~
Savin' my love for you~"
And with that, Scara brought the ironic song to a close.
Thank you, jazz musician whose name I can't remember, Scara thought as he bowed gracefully. Around the room, his clones slipped away one by one, carrying the stolen goods to be stashed somewhere safe.
The crowd erupted into loud, gleeful cheers. Scara could practically smell the desire in the air.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
He waved and bowed as roses were thrown onto the stage — one caught neatly between his teeth.
Suddenly, all the flowers flew toward his hands, twisting together into a single bouquet. He tossed it into a cluster of ladies, who immediately fought over it like cats over mice.
Charm. Disarming voice.
"And that was just the beginning of the show~"
His melodic voice echoed through the room.
"Let Scara entertain thee~"
The crowd slowly made their way out, clearly satisfied with the show.
Scara could say the same.
Suckers.
The lights were on now, casting a warm glow over the room. Tables sat empty and cluttered with used plates, chairs were left askew — just the usual aftermath of an event like this.
Not that Scara cared. Cleaning up wasn't his business.
"One daiquiri, please," Scara requested from the dog bartender as he cartoonishly perched on a barstool that was a little too small for his ass.
The consequences of being tall, Scara sighed—ironic, considering he was practically a midget compared to his former height.
Still, he could accept it. Everyone on this world was smaller than he used to be, so it was acceptable to a certain extent.
"Whiskey on the rocks."
A smooth voice spoke from beside him, to Scara's right.
The cat's eyes slid toward the speaker. It was the familiar gecko.
Something nagged at the back of Scara's mind. He recognized this individual — not personally, but possibly by reputation. Though he couldn't put a finger where it is at the back of his mind. There weren't many Mobians like him, and certainly not many with such a distinctive color scheme.
The particularly large shark accompanying him was equally hard to miss.
"Forgive Scara for asking," he said, "but have we met before?"
Speaking in third person had always been fun in this new life of his. It helped build a persona — and made it easier to let others assume one thing while the truth slipped past unnoticed. Another favorite trick from his stacked deck.
"No, I don't believe we have. Orion the Gecko, at your service." The gecko tipped his hat and offered a good-natured smile.
"Pleasure to meet you, Orion. Hope you enjoyed Scara's show~" His voice dropped into a huskier tone.
"But forgive this cat for asking… Scara has heard of you. Just can't quite remember where from."
Perfect timing — his drink arrived.
Scara took a quick sip, then shifted into a deliberately seductive, effeminate pose.
Nothing.
Either it didn't work… or the gecko cared little for it.
Which meant this wasn't his usual chump.
How delightful, Scara thought.
"Well, this is the first time we've met in person, I can promise you that. Miss — or is it mister? Hard to tell." Orion chuckled as he deflected the question. "Mind settling a bet for me and my buddy? Jaws over there." He gestured casually. "I say you're a man. He says you're a lady."
Scara had already noticed the shark's approach — not just from the heavy footsteps, but from the strong scent of the sea clinging to him.
He turned to his left. Jaws sat there now, towering even over Scara, offering what the cat assumed was a polite grin.
Scara disagreed.
It looked more like a savage smile full of sharp teeth.
Still, manners were manners. Scara nodded courteously, flashing the same Cheshire grin others found so charming. It seemed to have a slightly stronger effect on the shark than it did on his gecko companion.
"Oh~ Scara's gender is Scara."
He turned back to Orion, eyes gleaming.
A setup, Scara thought.
How fun.
"Fernandez~ take a break. I'll cover for you — keep the big dog up top happy." Scara told the bartender, who now looked far more worried than before.
Scara only smiled, nodding him off as he rose from his stool. He brushed Orion's shoulders lightly as he passed, feeling a faint shiver in response, before slipping behind the bar.
He grabbed two rather expensive bottles. One glass was poured and slid neatly toward Orion's now-empty tumbler. He started on another for Jaws, only to stop when the shark shook his head and silently requested the entire bottle instead.
Scara shrugged and handed it over.
Charm.
"So, boys~ what do two handsome men want with little ol' me?" He leaned forward, elbows resting on the marble countertop, face propped in his paws. His pink eyes seemed to glow in the warm light.
A hint of red crept onto both their faces. A satisfied smile spread across Scara's own.
Orion shook his head, as if trying to clear whatever haze had settled over him — aka Scara's tricks.
Jaws, on the other hand… Scara could practically see hearts floating above his head.
Good, Scara thought. Two against one — still in my favor.
"Scara the Cat. Or should I say Meow Scarada," Orion began. "You popped up out of nowhere five or six years ago and took the entertainment industry by storm. One of the most popular and best magicians — "
"The most popular and best magician," Scara added helpfully.
Orion ignored him.
"— magicians," he continued evenly. "There were a few… interesting things that came up. Another criminal went active around the same time you did. A thief of some renown. Expensive diamonds, relics, paintings — the usual. All rumors, of course. No proof beyond a calling card. A diamond joker."
Scara merely smiled.
Of course Orion thought it was him.
"What a pity the cops never caught such an elusive and skilled thief~" Scara sighed dramatically, pressing a paw to his mask and another to his chest.
Orion held his gaze. Scara didn't blink.
"The interesting part," Orion said, "is that the thief vanished off the face of the earth. Most people think they ran off with the loot."
"Oh~ and you think they didn't?" Scara leaned closer, chin resting in his palm, the space between his and Orion's face narrowing. "What are you — some kind of detective?"
"No." Orion leaned back slightly, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Just someone with a grudge he'd like to settle."
Jaws shifted.
The charm haze faded from the shark's eyes as Scara noticed his posture subtly tighten.
Hmm… inconvenient, Scara thought.
"You always seemed like the most likely candidate," Orion continued casually.
"But no one could ever prove it. One of your biggest controversies, actually."
He waved a hand, and Jaws relaxed — just a little.
"Controversy comes with fame, dear~" Scara replied lightly.
"But yours?" Orion's smile sharpened. "Too much evidence pointing your way… and not enough to arrest you."
"So~ allegedly, I'm this 'mysterious thief.'"
Scara straightened, boredom edging into his voice. "What about it?"
"Nothing official," Orion chuckled. "No wires."
Then his tone shifted.
"It's Fang I have a problem with."
All pretense dropped.
The smile slid off Scara's face, replaced by a slow, thoughtful frown.
"Well, looks like you have my full attention."
HeyItsThatGuy
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Definitely, but I have no idea how to use this website. Or ao3, or space battle. Honestly a first for me posting on this sights beyond reading