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The amber eye'd cat peered down the cell block, paws taught with anxiety.

The elf-cat's mind drifted to the reminder of how she got to this odd, hell-like location. She had been in the real world for one mere moments, her cat-like reflexes and shapeshifting abilities allowing her to steal and destroy as she pleased, reveling in the chaos.

But, the chaos was short lived, as a strange metallic creature burst from the tiles of the gas station. The screen lit up, a cartoonish green smile on the robot's face. Nyra's muscles tightened, drawing in her power for a powerful pounce against the possible foe.

The white mechanical being however, made no movements at first. Its eyes darted side to side, as if looking for someone other than the purple elf-cat. Perhaps this was not a foe at all but infact-

WHAM!

A Metallic pincher ripped her from the flooring, grabbing her hindlegs in a death grip. The feline felt herself shaken left to right violently, colliding with several objects within the store. What was the point in that? Clearly the machine already had her in its grasp! This was just senseless, mindless violence for the sake of violence? What maniac would enjoy watching such a tale?

Ahem.

Nyra's head spun in pain, swirling with confusion as she saw another man get grabbed by the bot. Was it just collecting criminals for the local jail? She supposed that made sense, as another arm brought out a night stick, beating the already rough looking male in the head several times. Well.

At least it was an equal oppertunist robot. The elf-cat couldn't argue with that, even if it hurt.

Shortly after the duo's capture, Nyra felt herself lifted into the air by her captor, flying high above the skyline. Just where was this machine taking her? Do cats go to human prisons? ....Was this legal?

Nyra shook her head, memory fading as her paws made a soft sound against the metal flooring, careful not to wake Superjail's unruly inmates. The last thing the night elf turned cat needed was another outburst of blood, guts, and many other disgusting bodily functions. She couldn't remember any Azeroth prisons being quite like this in her time there, not that she would ever admit to being in one. Her amber orbs penetrated the darkness of the cell block, night vision kicking in thanks to her bloodline. Getting out of her was the plan,but how was the question.

She could scale the wall outside, but that would take hours by this rate. Her stamina would give out. She could do one of her stealth skills and sneak through a few doors here and there...But what if it ran out at the wrong moment? She would not want to become a bloodied pancake. Nyra's claws clicked in frusteration. What kind of hellscape was this? Was the real world really this grotesque? She nearly growled loudly, but the sounds of boots clicking stopped the elf-cat dead in her tracks. No one was supposed to be awake at this time. Fear pelted her soul, they were coming this way. And she had no where to go.

Hackles raised, teeth bared, the feline prepared herself for a battle if need be. She was a hardened warrior! No matter the cost, a few standard criminals would be nothing for her! with her ears perked forwards, Nyra listened in as the stranger slowly came into view.

It was the strangest thing, she thought. There was no way this ....person was human at all. His get up was far too formal for being an inmate as well. Her eyes locked onto his for a moment, the dim light glistening off the golden color of his armor. Just who was this? Nyra swallowed the lump in her throat, realizing that if this creature were to want a fight, it may possibly be more difficult than first anticipated.

"Who are you?" The elf-cat's voice was much weaker than she anticipated. Her nerves tightened slightly, not ready for the nervous state he had put her into.

The stranger's eyes squinted heavily, an air of judgement in his gaze, "Aren't I supposed to be the one asking that? You sure don't look like the usual loser in here."

This could be it! This man looked rather important, and he had no idea she was supposed to be an inmate here. If she convinced him that perhaps she got here by mistake, then she'd be outta here in a jiffy!

(Note from author: I want to die I want to fucking die so bad)

With her best 'seductive' voice, the feline approached the golden-clad male, "I'm Nyra...I had a bit of an accident overseas you see. I'm not really supposed to be here."

It was silent for a few moments before the taller male burst into laughter, it was callous and scratchy, causing Nyra's ears to flatten in embarassment. This may not have been the best choice.

"Hahah! Wow, what BULLSHIT!I haven't heard such an awful excuse in- ever!" The golden armored being slowly stopped, wiping an invisible tear from her eye, "The name's Stingray, Lord Stingray to you. If I wasn't already an inmate myself you'd be in a world of hurt right about now."

Nyra sighed softly, hackles lowering. At least with this...Stingray fellow, she wasn't introuble for breaking out of her cell. But that begged the question...

"How did you get out?"

"It's easy! You think a simple cell could trap the greatest conquerer known to man?"

The feline held back the urge to roll her eyes, instead settling for a small nod of agreement. She had to admit...this inmate did have a certain charm to himself.

(Author's note: I CANT FUCKING DO THIS I CANT DO THIS I RPOMISE I DONT WRITE STUPID FANFICS ALL THJE TIEM KILL ME SIMP KILL ME SIMP MAMAAAA OOOOOOOOOOO I DONT WANNA DIE!! SOMETIMES WISH I NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALLLLL)

"Well I see we have the same goal in mind then," She stated plainly, "To get out of this hell hole."

"Eugh, trust me, it isn't that easy little....missy."

"I've noticed. They really made a mess of the layout."

(AN: OI-I me deadon the floor)

The two stood for a moment, looking eachother over. Nyra found it impossible to tell what he was thinking, but...she almost didn't care.

"You know what uh...Nyra!" Her eyes dilated slightly at the sound of her name...but why? why did she feel like that?

"Huh? what?"

"You clearly know your stuff if you've snuck this far, let's sayyy....you and me get together and find a way out?"

Nyra's tail puffed up slightly in anticipation. Escape? ...That sounded nice. She cleared her mind of any other thoughts that were brought on by the meeting, extending her paw into his hand for a handshake.

"Well Lord Stingray, you've got yourself a deal."

(AN: OK IM DONE I CANT DO IT I CANT DO IT ANYMORE WE'RE DONE WE'RE DONE DON EO NDOEEKODDODSS KILL ME)