Let's kill tonight~Show them all you're not the ordinary type {open}

[Center]The clock struck midnight. Once...twice... three times...

A skinny tom cat with a strange top hat walked through the shadows with ease, deep copper eyes glowing. Panic! At the Disco had his claws oout for no peticular reason; he had a smirk on his maw as he walked, and looked quite dark.

Four times..five...six...

He paused, ears flicking back and fourth. A cat was nearby, just a random cat probably minding its own business. Now, Panic! Was no normal cat. The dark forest seemed to call him, command his very soul... yet he was controlled by no one. He simply did something, usually for no reason at all.

Seven...eight... nine...

Insanity was a wonderful thing. It left Panic! In a great mod at all times, especially the worst of times. He took a deep breath and chuckled a bit evilly. "I want to kill tonight.l he decided, talking to himself. "Why not show them all I'm not the ordinary type?" he pondered.

Ten...eleven... twelve!

It was decided. With claws flexing, Panic! Padded toward the cat nearby, eyes glinting darkly.

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"Why hello there!" Panic! Chuckled as he stared at the cat, looming closer and closer. His top hat covered one eye, making him appear even more dark. His black fur shined in the dim light, and his deep copper eyes appeared almost red.

"What are you doing out here, all alone?" he asked, beginning to circle her slowly. He chuckled evilly again, eyes as dark as his soul. There had always been something... off... about Panic!.

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"A walk... I see. Well. Unfortunatly, some cats here are insane." he paused to let that sink in, as if it wasn't obvious already. Panic! Stopped in front of her, inches from her face as he narrowed his eyes and let an evil grin spread on his face. "Tonight I happen to be one of them." he mused. With a purr, he aimed to slash at her chest, a simple move that wouldn't kill the she-cat.

"Sorry hon, sometimes a cat needs to kill..." he told her, almost regretting it. Through his mist of insanity, Panic! Wondered why he was like this. Normally he shrugged the uneasy feeling off.

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Panic! Paused, surprised. He had never met a cat that welcomed death... it was unnatural. Sort of like his urge to randomly kill cats. He blinked, aiming to gently run his claws over the exposed flesh, just enough to make her bleed. He then withdrew, circling her again with an unreadable expression.

"Curious... you'll dance to anything? You welcome death like it's a piece of freshkill." he observed, sitting now and flexing his claws. "I might not kill you, not yet.... hmmm now, what do you think of the murder of others?" Panic! Questioned, voice low.

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Panic! Grinned slowly, this time it was bright. "My, you've put nto words what I put into claws, it seems. I might have to give you choises here, I've realized you're no normal cat." he growled, looking to the sky with satisfaction. His eyes gleamed as he stared down at her once again. Should he give her what she wanted? It would be the right thing to do so; however, maybe she'd think twice if he asked.

"Now are you sure you want to do this? Unlike other cats, you see the truth of the matter. Ever think about helping others realize it as well?" he purred, licking the blood from his claws.

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Panic! thought for a moment, aruptly standing. "Interesting, that's quite a claim for victory. I've always wondered if I was the only one with this need to kill, to free others; guess now." he whispered, copper eyes glowing from under the shadows of his hat.

He chuckled, looking off into the distance. "Nah, I won't kill you; those beliefs are too important to kill." he purred. He tipped his hat with a paw, claws still out like usual. "Well if it's not you tonight it's gotta be someone. I'l be off." he turned, wondering if her plans were to lounge around all night, or to do what he was doing and seek out a soul to reap.

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"Not at all ma'am. And sure, we could consider it that." he gave a charming grin and padded along, ever searching for the smell of another cat that would soon regret seeing his face. He hummed a song while he padded along, one that most cats didn't know since it was from his old owners. The twolegs had been a band, the band in which he was named after.

Panic! Stopped, sitting suddenly as his tilted head made the top hat fall over one eye again. "Why, I think someone is near here. This will be fun~!" he chuckled, flexing his claws again.

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Panic! At the Disco sniffed delicatly, eyes narrowed. He padded along and came upon the corpse of a cat, recently killed. His eyes widened pleasantly as he flicked his tail and stared down at the dead cat. "It appears that someone is doing our work for us. No matter; we'll help them as well.l he purred slowly, flexing his claws once more.

Panic tilted his head, impressed. Death by splitting open of the stomach, something he would have done to his companion had he not learned of her outlook on life and death. "That is beautifully done. We should return the favor to himn wouldn't you say?" he grinned, white teeth flashing.

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"Excellent! I'll lead the search~" he meowed, seeming to dance on his paws as he padded along. The tom cat knew that the killer was near, and silently walked into the aley. The strong scent of another tom hit his nose, causing his grin to widen.