Big Trouble from Little Kot [OPEN]

'Oh no! What am I ~ nya!'

Waking up one day was terrifying. Especially when the world suddenly became big. The room got big, the table got big, and even the food got big! Oh the trauma, oh woe! Ore dashed out of the room, fleet of foot fleeing across the hallway - it was a blessing that not one was aware of the high paced figure dashing past the wide gap of the paper doors. Though now that you think of it, why are there no noise from his footsteps?

Dash it! Less time thinking, more time fleeing! The cuddly cat pace was a sight to behold. Filled with the power of Shinigami technology, the Mod Soul found life in not a false body, but a cuddly toy. He was fast, too fast for Ore to pump his plush, stuffed arms. His plushed legs bounced against the wooden ground, inching ever so closer towards the opened door, leading to sunlight. The plush cat's eyes glistened from the sunlight reflection

'I can see the exit ~ nya!'

It had been five minutes, and already he was living on a series of good luck. Escaped from the Fifth Division building, Ore found himself in the concrete and walled street - everything became even bigger. He decided to stop, collecting his breath and thoughts, ignorant of what he had now become.

A black plushie cat with a top knot.