weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
You could have armored OWCA agents.
"What's that? A dog in power armor?"
*puts on hat*
"Egads! Agent D in power armor!?"
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
"What's that? A dog in power armor?"
*puts on hat*
"Egads! Agent D in power armor!?"
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm like 80% sure undertale isn't a Disney work though.
? We do have a dog agent in the OWCA. How does this involved undertale in anyway?
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It quite famously has a dog in power armor, I was trying to make a reference.
- Location
- I think somewhere. I might be nowhere though
There's puppy guards in Undertale. If you pet one of them, its head will endlessly extend into the sky and back around.
The Kat Who Was Dragged in from the Cold
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
Omake: The Kat Who Was Dragged in from the Cold
Edit: Changed the title since the thread figured it out already.
For all of the upsides to living in Doofania, they were met with inevitable downsides.The confused architecture made navigating the city novel for tourists, but overstimulating for locals. Food was readily available, but that food was an eccentric blend of German cuisine and pressed bugs. The robotic police force existed to serve the public good, but Normbots had depths of personality rivalled only by polished planks of wood.
Another double-edged sword of lesser note was the abnormally large population of cats. Inquinator, in his campaign to smear the city with garbage, gave vermin such as non-cricket insects and rodents ample reason to propagate. Inquinator wanted a plague to keep the Doofanians busy, and food was plentily available. This period of prosperity for the rats and bugs lasted until the cats became aware of it, at which pointed they moved in themselves.
The Inquinator brought the trash, the trash brought the vermin, and of course, the rats brought the cats. It seemed like a very simple throughline of events to follow, but after organized crime had been thoroughly trampled by Norm Prime and the private army of Doofenshmirtz, no one expected the cats to be the ones funnelling narcotics into the city. With the humans busying themselves elsewhere and being slow to legislate the growth and distribution of Nepeta cataria, disorganized clusters of catnip catios blossomed up overnight. Anything above that would arouse notice and bring the hounds down on all of them.
One such place was the Cradle, a decrepit apartment pagoda lying on the fringes of the violent altercation between the trash titan and Norm. Collateral damage tilted the tower to one side, causing damage that rendered it unsuitable for human habitation. Old couches and chairs became scratching posts as the new tenants partook in pipes and packets of their preferred vice without any owners to cut off their intake. The Cradle was a place every Tom and Molly could enjoy when they needed to unwind, assuming they could keep a secret.
"Meow," one feline says to the other as he curled up into a ball in a hanging basket. All dogs went to heaven, sure, but this was a cat's paradise."Meow meow meow meow meow?"
His question was answered by the door to the catio being kicked open.
Several cats leap out of their perches and baskets in surprise, but others were too relaxed and sedated to worry about whether they were being raided by Animal Control or not.
The perpetrator walked in. He was not a Normbot with Animal Control, but rather a malformed Sphinx covered in hairless, lilac skin. He had sharpened teeth and a pair of black orbs for eyes, which he used to glare at the reclining felines in such a way that unnerved even the most maladjusted, mangy mog in the Cradle. These scaredy cats found another direction to stare in so as not to bother the frightening newcomer.
As ugly and intimidating as the Sphinx was, at least some of their fear had to do with the struggling garbage bag he dragged into the catio. It was an extra-strength container, but not soundproof.
"Mrow!" the bag whined as it was dragged over a bump on the wood tile floor. The bump decided to stay quiet, content where he was resting and not wanting to cause a stir that would earn the Sphinx's attention.
"Miaow miaow miaow," the Sphinx demanded as he hauled his bag towards the owner's office. His accent was unusual, off-putting, and difficult to trace. They all assumed he was an agent of the Catva and didn't want to pry.
He reached the hinged flap in the wall that was guarded by two big, imposing cats. They looked fearsome and untamed, one alley cat and one fully non-domesticated. The tougher of the two was definitely an ocelot, one of several that became legbreakers in the feline underworld when their original habitats were destroyed.
The wiry ocelot stopped the Sphinx at the kitty door, one paw extended.
"Meow meow meow?" He chastised, pointing at a trio of prohibition signs along the far wall.
The first was a picture of a German shepherd. "Meow meow." The second was a human man and woman. "Meow meow meow." The third was a black bag with lines coming from it. "Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!"
The Sphinx glanced at the signs for a moment, before dismissing them with a shrug. Rules were for other cats.
"Miaow miaow miaow," he said with a tinge of annoyance. "Miaow miaow miaow."
The ocelot scoffed, his tail flickering in anger at the arrogance of this little upstart. "Meow meow?"
The Sphinx grinned, revealing two rows of fine razors in his mouth. He popped open his grey claws and, with the lone swipe of one paw, turned the ocelot into a bobtail.
"Meow! Meow wow wow ow ow!"
He snickered as the ocelot and every other cat in the room showed him their bellies. Even the ones that were still intoxicated, since it looked fun and they didn't want to miss out on the party.
"Miaow miaow miaow."
He cleared his throat and continued onward, taking his garbage bag into the head office of the cat mafia and dumping it on to the first table he could find. A dark yellow tabby with green eyes poured on to the desk of the regional boss, who had been pawing at an executive mouse clicker with his attendants present before being interrupted.
"Meow meow meow!?" the don asked. He was a fat tortiseshell with an eye missing, incredulous and angry at a cat he didn't recognize being let out of the bag in his office. Said cat was severely beaten and was guaranteed to leave stains on the wood. "Meow meow!?"
The Sphinx shook his head and let out an annoyed growl. He applied a brown fedora to the battered tabby's crown, making the victim's identity clear.
The boss and his cronies gasped. "Meow meow meow meow?!" they exclaimed in shock.
"…Miaow," he replied flatly. "Miaow miaow moaow?"
"Meow meow!" the don answered with a smile. Nervously nodding along with the Sphinx's request, he send one mook to find the case and the other two to drag the OWCA agent into a cell while they figured out what to do with him next.
Calvin, or Agent Kitten as he was also known, had been sticking his whiskers where they didn't belong. The don appreciated anyone taking Calvin down a peg, but he didn't expect the new hairless abomination in town to be the one to do it.
The white longhair that managed the don's affairs returned to the office in a hurry. She put a black suitcase down for the Sphinx to see and exanine.
"Meow meow, meow," she said.
"Miaow miaow."
She hastily opened it. Inside the case was everything they agreed upon last time: Unrestricted access to the premium dumpsters, forged adoption papers that would stand up to intense scrutiny, detailed maps of the Doofanian sewer systems, and no questions asked about why.
"M-Meow meow meow meow?" the boss asked, hoping their business was over.
The Sphinx looked over the papers, then nodded. "Miaow."
The don wiped his brow. "Me-ow. Meow meow meow meow."
The Sphinx moved to leave, but then he turned around, scratching his chin as a wide smile stretched across his face.
"Miaow miaow miaow…?"
The don gulped. "M-Meow meow meow?"
"Miaow miaow!" the Sphinx exclaimed as he extended a paw into Agent Kitty's cell.
Having swiping what he needed to complete his ensemble, the Sphinx cat made his leave of the Cradle, all the richer from the acquisition of his ill-gotten gains.
The arrangements he made with the cat mafia gauranteed he had his pick from the litter created by the city. The fake owners would form plausible deniability. Tunnel access led to sensitive infrastructure.
Truth be told, there was only one thing he really needed from the whole affair. With Agent Kitty out of the way, OWCA would need to start training a replacement. They were currently undertaking internal reforms and restructuring, the most important part of which included hiring new blood.
Thankfully, the hat he liberated from his predecessor fit like a charm.
Edit: Changed the title since the thread figured it out already.
For all of the upsides to living in Doofania, they were met with inevitable downsides.The confused architecture made navigating the city novel for tourists, but overstimulating for locals. Food was readily available, but that food was an eccentric blend of German cuisine and pressed bugs. The robotic police force existed to serve the public good, but Normbots had depths of personality rivalled only by polished planks of wood.
Another double-edged sword of lesser note was the abnormally large population of cats. Inquinator, in his campaign to smear the city with garbage, gave vermin such as non-cricket insects and rodents ample reason to propagate. Inquinator wanted a plague to keep the Doofanians busy, and food was plentily available. This period of prosperity for the rats and bugs lasted until the cats became aware of it, at which pointed they moved in themselves.
The Inquinator brought the trash, the trash brought the vermin, and of course, the rats brought the cats. It seemed like a very simple throughline of events to follow, but after organized crime had been thoroughly trampled by Norm Prime and the private army of Doofenshmirtz, no one expected the cats to be the ones funnelling narcotics into the city. With the humans busying themselves elsewhere and being slow to legislate the growth and distribution of Nepeta cataria, disorganized clusters of catnip catios blossomed up overnight. Anything above that would arouse notice and bring the hounds down on all of them.
One such place was the Cradle, a decrepit apartment pagoda lying on the fringes of the violent altercation between the trash titan and Norm. Collateral damage tilted the tower to one side, causing damage that rendered it unsuitable for human habitation. Old couches and chairs became scratching posts as the new tenants partook in pipes and packets of their preferred vice without any owners to cut off their intake. The Cradle was a place every Tom and Molly could enjoy when they needed to unwind, assuming they could keep a secret.
"Meow," one feline says to the other as he curled up into a ball in a hanging basket. All dogs went to heaven, sure, but this was a cat's paradise."Meow meow meow meow meow?"
His question was answered by the door to the catio being kicked open.
Several cats leap out of their perches and baskets in surprise, but others were too relaxed and sedated to worry about whether they were being raided by Animal Control or not.
The perpetrator walked in. He was not a Normbot with Animal Control, but rather a malformed Sphinx covered in hairless, lilac skin. He had sharpened teeth and a pair of black orbs for eyes, which he used to glare at the reclining felines in such a way that unnerved even the most maladjusted, mangy mog in the Cradle. These scaredy cats found another direction to stare in so as not to bother the frightening newcomer.
As ugly and intimidating as the Sphinx was, at least some of their fear had to do with the struggling garbage bag he dragged into the catio. It was an extra-strength container, but not soundproof.
"Mrow!" the bag whined as it was dragged over a bump on the wood tile floor. The bump decided to stay quiet, content where he was resting and not wanting to cause a stir that would earn the Sphinx's attention.
"Miaow miaow miaow," the Sphinx demanded as he hauled his bag towards the owner's office. His accent was unusual, off-putting, and difficult to trace. They all assumed he was an agent of the Catva and didn't want to pry.
He reached the hinged flap in the wall that was guarded by two big, imposing cats. They looked fearsome and untamed, one alley cat and one fully non-domesticated. The tougher of the two was definitely an ocelot, one of several that became legbreakers in the feline underworld when their original habitats were destroyed.
The wiry ocelot stopped the Sphinx at the kitty door, one paw extended.
"Meow meow meow?" He chastised, pointing at a trio of prohibition signs along the far wall.
The first was a picture of a German shepherd. "Meow meow." The second was a human man and woman. "Meow meow meow." The third was a black bag with lines coming from it. "Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow!"
The Sphinx glanced at the signs for a moment, before dismissing them with a shrug. Rules were for other cats.
"Miaow miaow miaow," he said with a tinge of annoyance. "Miaow miaow miaow."
The ocelot scoffed, his tail flickering in anger at the arrogance of this little upstart. "Meow meow?"
The Sphinx grinned, revealing two rows of fine razors in his mouth. He popped open his grey claws and, with the lone swipe of one paw, turned the ocelot into a bobtail.
"Meow! Meow wow wow ow ow!"
He snickered as the ocelot and every other cat in the room showed him their bellies. Even the ones that were still intoxicated, since it looked fun and they didn't want to miss out on the party.
"Miaow miaow miaow."
He cleared his throat and continued onward, taking his garbage bag into the head office of the cat mafia and dumping it on to the first table he could find. A dark yellow tabby with green eyes poured on to the desk of the regional boss, who had been pawing at an executive mouse clicker with his attendants present before being interrupted.
"Meow meow meow!?" the don asked. He was a fat tortiseshell with an eye missing, incredulous and angry at a cat he didn't recognize being let out of the bag in his office. Said cat was severely beaten and was guaranteed to leave stains on the wood. "Meow meow!?"
The Sphinx shook his head and let out an annoyed growl. He applied a brown fedora to the battered tabby's crown, making the victim's identity clear.
The boss and his cronies gasped. "Meow meow meow meow?!" they exclaimed in shock.
"…Miaow," he replied flatly. "Miaow miaow moaow?"
"Meow meow!" the don answered with a smile. Nervously nodding along with the Sphinx's request, he send one mook to find the case and the other two to drag the OWCA agent into a cell while they figured out what to do with him next.
Calvin, or Agent Kitten as he was also known, had been sticking his whiskers where they didn't belong. The don appreciated anyone taking Calvin down a peg, but he didn't expect the new hairless abomination in town to be the one to do it.
The white longhair that managed the don's affairs returned to the office in a hurry. She put a black suitcase down for the Sphinx to see and exanine.
"Meow meow, meow," she said.
"Miaow miaow."
She hastily opened it. Inside the case was everything they agreed upon last time: Unrestricted access to the premium dumpsters, forged adoption papers that would stand up to intense scrutiny, detailed maps of the Doofanian sewer systems, and no questions asked about why.
"M-Meow meow meow meow?" the boss asked, hoping their business was over.
The Sphinx looked over the papers, then nodded. "Miaow."
The don wiped his brow. "Me-ow. Meow meow meow meow."
The Sphinx moved to leave, but then he turned around, scratching his chin as a wide smile stretched across his face.
"Miaow miaow miaow…?"
The don gulped. "M-Meow meow meow?"
"Miaow miaow!" the Sphinx exclaimed as he extended a paw into Agent Kitty's cell.
Having swiping what he needed to complete his ensemble, the Sphinx cat made his leave of the Cradle, all the richer from the acquisition of his ill-gotten gains.
The arrangements he made with the cat mafia gauranteed he had his pick from the litter created by the city. The fake owners would form plausible deniability. Tunnel access led to sensitive infrastructure.
Truth be told, there was only one thing he really needed from the whole affair. With Agent Kitty out of the way, OWCA would need to start training a replacement. They were currently undertaking internal reforms and restructuring, the most important part of which included hiring new blood.
Thankfully, the hat he liberated from his predecessor fit like a charm.
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- Location
- Hyperborea
Ladies and gentlemen. Our mission is clear.*
It is obvious that the only way to cure Inquinator of his obsession with filth and earn his Undying Loyalty™ is to resolve his childhood trauma in the best way possible.
We have a teddy bear to track down and reunite with its owner. This will earn us a hero unit and decisively prove that our way of dealing with troublesome toons is superior to Judge Doom's.
* Okay, our mission will be clear once we have TECHNOR, THE MECHANICAL MAN psycho-analyze Inquinator. Which will probably come after Stanley, since we already started working on him.
- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
The cat mafia has a lot of nerve to set up in Heinz "Ocelot" Doofenshmirtz's territory without paying the proper respect. Their arrogance will be their undoing.
I don't know what the fuck just happened but it probably isn't good and I'm worried that this is Kat from Kid vs Kat
If my bad feeling is warranted I have to say that I've never understood the appeal of writing omakes that introduce more pains in our asses, no offence of course
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Just so long as no one gives them a Nerv-Gear, we should be fine.
The Kat is here, I wonder does his planet is still out there? Also what happened to the kid?
Cat translate inator away:
"What is cat supposed to be?"
" Calvin the cat?"
- Location
- Somewhere
My god, cat mafia 🙀 Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow?
The Dragon Witch
Vengeful Witch
to each their own. some people just find joy in making messes for other people to clean up.
I agree but what can you do about it ya know?
- Location
- Germany
...*Cats* are responsible for the drug ring?
What is this? The trenches of WWI, where one poor cat got executed for "espionage"? (Yes, that really happened)
What is this? The trenches of WWI, where one poor cat got executed for "espionage"? (Yes, that really happened)
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Wrong drug ring. They're dealing in catnip, not nootropics or mutagens.
- Location
- Somewhere
If there are people who don't get who that Sphinx Cat is.
kidvskat.fandom.com
Kat
Agent 27B is the main antagonist of season 1 and central antagonist of season 2 of the show Kid vs. Kat. He is an alien of a planet called Katnipia, (home of an entire race of sapient felines). He is named Mister Kat when adopted by Millie. He is really mean to Coop and is a regular enemy. Coop...
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I generally try not to give you guys hints if I already know the answer, but just to forestall the oncoming argument:
KitRougard
Blatant furry. Deal with it.
- Location
- wherever I feel like~
- Pronouns
- He/She
But if they're done well enough, WE could eventually recruit those pains to put them in other people's asses!
Besides, there is no way the QM would let an Omake ruin us - our demise will be something HE* planned** the whole time*** and we will be unable to do anything**** to stop it*****
*The bad dice rolls
**Actually he was trying for the opposite of this
***Made up on the spot
****This much is true
*****To be honest we probably brought it upon ourselves
- Pronouns
- He/Him
If Kat is a genuine nemesis/enemy now then that could actually be very bad
IIRC he genuinely wants to kill off or enslave all of humanity, is pretty intelligent and has apparently managed to successfully infiltrate our organisation
So yeah a potentially pretty disastrous enemy that we have no in character reason to be aware of or take any actions against is now present in our territory because of a bad Inator roll
This is why we should always be taking the Tinker Personal action!
IIRC he genuinely wants to kill off or enslave all of humanity, is pretty intelligent and has apparently managed to successfully infiltrate our organisation
So yeah a potentially pretty disastrous enemy that we have no in character reason to be aware of or take any actions against is now present in our territory because of a bad Inator roll
This is why we should always be taking the Tinker Personal action!
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weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
To be fair, he later grows fond of the little girl that cares about him... while trying to kill her brother for getting in the way of his schemes all the time. Kat even endangers his mission and (technically betrays his race) to save Millie when his bosses consider her a distraction to their agenda.
Hell, according to the showrunner, Coop and Kat actually manage to bury the hatchet after the series finale! It probably would have happened in season 3.
Also, he goes totally native. Addicted to fish snacks and other Earth cat stuff. When you remember he's supposed to be a super intelligent alien assassin it's hilarious.
That's true and I suppose the Inator just says that it lures a potential nemesis to Doofania not that they'll necessarily be adversarial
And depending on how the series diverged it's bad ending could have been Kat failing to save Millie