Oops (Drops my Crossover Ship)

“Ah, I believe we’re here!” 

Crisp looked up from his map to check his surroundings. It seemed like the right place: A small clearing next to a river. He sighed and set down the bag he had brought with him. But before he could unpack, a loud shout came from behind.

“UGH! There are bugs EVERYWHERE! They’re obstructing my vision! I swear to god if these little fuckers don’t BUZZ OFF IM GONNA-”

“H-hey, easy Miss Belladonna!” Crisp ran over to his companion. “Remember, our mission here is to try to enjoy ourselves! The Supernova scientists are adamant on this. You need to find serotonin in activities besides…”

Belladonna grinned, holding up a wickedly clawed paw. “Murdering people? Please…Those idiots fucked up my creation and they want me to suffer for it. I’m shocked none of them have tried to get rid of me yet. BUT I’D LOVE TO SEE THEM TRY! HEHEHEHEHE!”

“Well, uh, yes, I’m sure that would end wonderfully. But I’m sure there’s more reason to you still being here besides the, uh, scientists being afraid of being uh, gutted like a fish. Speaking of which, I just remembered why they sent us here! Belladonna, have you heard of fishing?”

Belladonna stared at her tiny escort. “Does it involve murder?”

“Er, it actually does.” Crisp’s visor began showing digital sweat. Are we sure we were given the right task? This is absurd!  

He shook his fur out and continued. “But in this case, the uhhh, killing is actually useful! While we don’t rely on organic food, most people on this planet do. And you know, I’ve heard roasted fish is quite a delicacy in Port Borealis. I’d love to take you to their finest restaurant sometime. It would be lovely.”

…Wait did I just say that out loud?

Belladonna’s eyes widened. “What’s that now?”
“AH! NOTHING! I was just droning on! Ok ok ok look, just go over to that river and look for fish. I’m gonna set up the fishing poles. And please don’t cause any problems just because my back is turned!”

With that, he scurried away to his bag. 

Curse his big mouth. He could not just tell someone that he wanted to take them on a dinner date like that! Much less a cat that would one hundred and thirty percent NOT be allowed in any public setting right now! What was he even thinking, having a CRUSH on a CAT DRIVEN TO MURDER? How did that even happen? 

…Right, the poles. 

Crisp finally put together the fishing poles and headed over to the edge of the river, where Belladonna sat. She seemed to be intently watching the water. Crisp sat beside her, praying that his visor didn’t turn pink.

“Ok, miss. So uh, to use the fishing pole we-” 

He was cut off by Belladonna suddenly thrusting her paw in the water. A moment passed, then she took her paw back out. And there it was: A fish stabbed through the middle of Belladonna’s long, sharp claw. 

Crisp dropped his pole, and just stared at her for a minute. Then, he shook his head.

“Uh, you know what, that works. C’mon, I’ll show you how to store it.”

The fish was promptly placed in an icy cooler. After that, crisp took out a notepad to jot down his observation. Belladonna saw it and immediately flinched. 

Crisp looked at her. “Something wrong, Miss?”

“I failed the task, didn’t I.”

“What makes you think that?”

Belladonna growled. “I know you’re not that stupid. You’re gonna tell the scientists I couldn’t help but mercilessly kill on an easy task. You’re probably gonna tell them to use me for scrap metal. ‘Oh, poor Belladonna. Her only emotion is from murder. There is no way we can fix her.’”

“Hey now-”

“Never mind the fact that it wasn't even MY fault that I ended up like this! Why am I being punished for something someone else did? Your whole laboratory is a JOKE!” Belladonna stomped her foot and turned away. 

Crisp sighed. 

“Would it make you happy to know I agree?”

She turned her head.”

“I may be an idiot, but I know what happens there is wrong. It’s wrong to treat you like that. It’s wrong for all the other test subjects too. I wish there was a way to stop it, but I’m not strong enough.”

He put away the notepad. 

“But I want the best for everyone there. I especially want the best for you. I know you believe you’re unfixable, but if there’s anything I can prove, it’s that you’re wrong. And I can prove it.”

Belladonna gave him a glare. “How are you gonna prove that?”

“I saw you with Wolfsbane.”

“...What are you talking about?”

Crisp pulled out his phone and opened a file there. “Wolfsbane. Created as “watchdog” for Supernova Science Labs. Escaped after an encounter with Belladonna. Whereabouts unknown.”

He then pulled up a photo. It was of Wolfsbane and Belladonna together. They seemed to be talking.

“I saw you both the night she escaped. I was working after hours. You broke her chain.” 

Crisp then put the phone away again. “I didn’t report it to the lab because while they would have seen a traitor, I saw a hero. And I wanted a chance to prove it. You can be a good cat, Miss Belladonna. Maybe you just need someone else to help you see it.” 

His companion didn’t speak for a few moments. Then she stood up and walked over to him. She then sat beside him.

“You really want to waste your time with me, huh?”

“If you don’t mind.” 

They were interrupted by rain beginning to fall. Before Crisp could react, Belladonna raised her wing to shield the smaller cat from the falling water. 

“You may be an idiot, but you’re a charming idiot.” 

He’d take that as a compliment.