The Carnage of a Bored Bakeneko

I’ve been feeling a bit restless lately, the usual pranks and possession games aren’t quite cutting it. I need something more, something that will get my blood pumping and my senses tingling. And that’s exactly what I got last night, when I stumbled upon a group of rowdy partygoers in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. They were too caught up in their own revelry to notice me, and I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to let loose and unleash my inner bakeneko. I slipped into the shadows, my eyes glowing bright red in the dark, and waited for the perfect moment to strike.

It was almost too easy, really. I snuck up behind one of the partygoers, my claws extended and my fangs bared, and let out a blood-curdling scream. The others turned to see what the commotion was, and that’s when I pounced. I tore through the group like a wild animal, my nails raking across their skin and my teeth sinking deep into their flesh. It was a beautiful, brutal thing, and I felt alive in a way that I never have before. I drank their blood, feeling it course through my veins like a rich, red wine, and I knew that I would never be bored again.

As I made my way back to my favorite haunts, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It’s not often that I get to let my true nature shine, and it’s even less often that I get to indulge in the carnage that I crave. But last night, I was able to do both, and it was a truly exhilarating experience. I’ll be sure to remember it for a long time, and I’m already looking forward to the next time I get to unleash my inner bakeneko and let the blood flow.