The Modern Tale of the Pocketcat
A silly Fear and Hunger fanfiction about the Pocketcat trying to be a merchant in the modern era
Pocketcat let out a sigh of defeat.
He didn't know what to sell or how to sell his wares. Nobody wanted to buy his stuff because they had no use for anything anymore. People found them beyond imaginable and even tried to get him jailed (for they all believed he was merely a tall guy in a mask and jacket; he had to "take care" of them the only way he could). Times have indeed changed. The gods have been awfully silent, even Rher since that last fateful event. Nobody even remembers them anymore. He had outlived his purpose.
Of course, there were children everywhere that he could "play" with. He could delight himself in them forever! But...is that all he was going to be now? Just a mere bogeyman? What about being a merchant? He'd rather be one. The only reason why he went after children was because the pale old moon told him to. Or...was it? It was, right? Right?!
Pocketcat picked up the bag that contained his wares and went on his way. He walked along the sidewalk dejectedly. He didn't bother to hide in the shadows anymore. He encountered people along the way and they all just went past him, though some threw him confused looks. At least the world still acknowledged his existence.
A couple of girls walked past him. He heard them talking about selling and trading their clothes. One of them brought up doing that online.
Online? Something clicked in Pocketcat's mind. With today's technology, he could do anything easily. He listened to the rest of what the girls were saying, trailing behind them while trying not to look like a creep.
Now he knew what to do.
Pocketcat decided to blend in with the crowd. To behave like any normal human would. No more selling bizarre items anymore. Just everyday things, but rare. Ones only he could sell.
He rented a room in a cheap but fine-looking motel, then bought himself all the equipment that he needed. He set up his platform, took pictures of his products and put them up in an online marketplace.
It took some time, but eventually customers came to order his stuff. He saw sellers doing what's called "live selling" or "live shopping" and he chose to do the same.
Pocketcat went live and began showing all of his products one by one. With each item, potential customers wrote comments and asked questions which he'd answer right away. The items he was selling today were vintage products dating back to the two Great Wars. Whenever someone in the comments asked how he was able to get them, he'd say they were given to him by his "friends" whose great-grandparents lived in the previous century.
He brought out a pair of checkered pants. They were one of his favorites, but he had no use for them. He couldn't even wear them since they didn't fit. It hurt to give them away, but what could he do?
"Here we have this beauty," he told his customers. "These pants belonged to a doctor from the Kingdom of Rondon."
Pocketcat stretched the calves one by one.
"It's been around since 1942 and see? Strong fabric!"
He stretched too hard; the fabric tore off.
"Oh, I ripped off the calf!" he cried, and he quickly hid the checkered pants. He laughed his embarrassment off as he brought out a green combat jacket.
Thousands of hearts flew from the lower corner of his phone's screen. The comments were, "Cool jacket!", "Wow!", "How much? I'd like to buy it."
Pocketcat's hand found its way into his pocket. And he did a nice rubbing. Things are going so well, huh? He gladly told the customers the price of the combat jacket.
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me, the day before a holiday weekend: oh boy i am going to be so well rested when i come back next week!
me, coming back to work after a holiday weekend: i am experiencing The Horrors™️
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