Kitty_Skits: Three Girls, Three Imitation Souls

Selvaria

This corridor loops. I've counted my steps—every thousand paces returns us to this exact spot.

Kana

But there aren't even any corners! How can we be lost in a hallway that goes nowhere?

Ridley

Whatever force brought us here clearly wants us to meet. The question is why.

Kittysamma

Welcome, departed souls. I am the reaper of this liminal space. You died, you see. Quite embarrassingly, actually.

Selvaria

A Valkyria does not die in hallways. If this is death, I demand to see my body.

Kittysamma

Oh, your bodies are quite gone. Dissolved into the multiversal void. Very messy business.

Ridley

Then explain how we can still feel our hearts racing if we're truly dead?

Kana

Wait. If you're death itself, why do you smell like... wet cat food?

Kittysamma

I—what? No, that's... that's existential dread you're smelling.

Selvaria

And why does death have toe beans?

Kittysamma

Fine! You're not dead, okay? But you should have seen your faces! Priceless! Etsudo's gonna be happy when I tell her I saved three lost souls.

Kana

Oh my god. You're just someone's pet cat with a god complex.

Kittysamma

I am NOT a pet! I choose to be lazy and fed! There's a difference!

Kittysamma

And so you know, your three are Alternates. Copies. Echoes of your supposed originals. A cosmic photocopy gone wrong.

Selvaria

Then these originals—where are they? Dead? Living? Better versions of ourselves?

Kittysamma

Irrelevant. You exist now, which means you're stuck here until something hungry finds you. I've got five worlds that take in... defects like you.

Kana

Defects? We're people, not broken toys! My world has laws against—

Kittysamma

Your world doesn't exist here. Neither does your laws, your rules, or your precious dignity. You're cosmic refugees now.

Selvaria

And if we refuse these five worlds?

Kittysamma

Then you stay here. In my hallway. Where things far worse than death play hide-and-seek with lost souls. They love finding new... friends.

Ridley

These five worlds—what are they? Prison camps? Slave markets? Or something worse?

Kittysamma

Oh, nothing so crude. They're... specialized. One's entirely populated by failed protagonists. Another's where side characters go when writers forget them. My personal favorite? The world where everyone's slightly off by exactly three degrees.

Selvaria

You're lying about something. Cats don't save mice unless they're bored...

Kittysamma

First of all, yes, I am bored. And also yes, I do have ulterior motives in saving you three. Head pats from Etsudo for saving three lost souls.

Kana

Really... You're saving us for headpats?

Ridley

We'll take the failed protagonists world. At least they'll understand what it's like to be... incomplete.

Kittysamma

Excellent choice. They'll love you three—just a quick F.Y.I. Dont go to Mans Town, it's not a good place for the lady folks.

Selvaria

What now?

Kana

We're going to a world where we're the fake versions of ourselves...

Selvaria

No. We're going to a world where we'll discover exactly who we are. Real, fake, or something entirely new.

Ridley

And if we don't like what we find?

Unknown voice

Then you become me. Welcome to the identity crisis, sister.