Faleu

The apartment building at Washington Square wasn’t the worst address when it came to living. It was a 25 stories high building filled with spacey apartments that cost a pretty penny. The combined salary of two T.U.F.F. agents was just enough to pay the rent and live a comfortable way of living. It maybe meant a few extra hours, but Dudley enjoyed this luxury, especially after his last apartment. Back then he had lived in a rather nice apartment in a bad part of the city. It happened quite a few times that he woke up in the dead of night catching Snaptrap who tried to flee with his T.V. over the fire ladder. Also, the frequent visits of Sam back then had kind of ruined the place for him. So much so that he moved into Kitty’s old apartment at the first given opportunity. Kitty back then was first very reluctant about them moving together, it was a big step in their relationship and she didn’t want to do it because of accommodation issues. But as soon as half of D.O.O.M. had met her

“Sorry sorry there was an accident on Maxwell Boulevard and…” Dudley had just opened the door as he stared into the green eyes of the tall tanned furred cat that was angrily tapping her high heel on the ground. “We said 5 pm, now it’s 5:30,” Kitty stated with the cold empathy of an executioner. “We will be too late at the location.” “I am sorry…” Dudley tried his best puppy eyes in reply and hoped that Kitty would put mercy before justice on her own birthday. “Dudley we rented a whole private room in a really expensive restaurant. Our friends will come. My mother is there, heck even my sisters said they would come…” “They are not in jail?” “Kerry isn’t, just Katerina was until today.” “Oh got it.” He smiled a skewed smile. He hadn’t had much interaction with Katerina who was mostly called Katty, but Kerry who was mostly known as madam Katastrophe was a more common name for him. It wasn’t because they had foiled a lot of plans for them, although this of course was part

It isn’t easy describing the emptiness. After all it’s a tricky thing for the mind to even imagine. If you start with a normal room, let’s say a living room and you extract every essential part like the couch, TV, and so on, you would still be stuck with an empty room that wouldn’t live up to the void’s nature. Instead, you have to subtract the room itself from the equation and even the concept must yield from the mind. But still, that’s not enough, the mind likes to imagine color at that point, like dark blue, black, or even white. But the void itself does not possess color. It itself is was and will be the distilled essence of nothingness. An ordinary mind will always have problems with the void, the brain is trained to find patterns and tends to make some up if there are simply none. It needed a special kind of mind to bear this kind of view or rather lack of it. Dudley was someone with this kind of mind. He was a white dog, some would say mutt, and a frequent visitor of the