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Not long after Comet and Tweek became roommates, the little gray furball became an unofficial member of Freedom Force; at least, it’s what they sometimes referred to the little feline as in small conversations. Tweek blinked for moments while registering a literal image of a tiny cat superhero when he heard that nickname: maybe a red cape, or those masks that reveal his bright eyes while throwing buildings at bad guys; that would be hilarious.
Other than silly fantastical thoughts, Comet - contrary to his name - has not done anything too dramatic, and yet he was an honorary member of a hero agency. The only things Comet would do around the area were trotting with Tweek, eating with Tweek, scratching with Tweek, sitting with Tweek, meditating with Tweek…alright, maybe virtually anything the little space wonder of a feline does is with the stormborn.
Today was not an exception. Comet purred on Tweek’s lap when his owner ruffled tufts of fur on the top of his head. Living the life while one or two superheroes threw themselves to another headline news on TV that pulled a live camera of a battle between them and a random anomaly on the streets within South Park; nice. The blond sucked his breath when the camera panned towards Toolshed being thrown to the concrete wall before he bounced back,
“Yikes…being– a superhero is real tough, huh, Comet?” the little munchkin only yawned before he nuzzled against Tweek’s hand, almost feeling his owner’s slight tremble.
Perhaps a disturbance would interrupt little Comet’s leisure time, the feline’s eye corner spotted tanky movement from a tall, dark-skinned man getting closer to his owner; the instinct to release claws eased in when he heard Tupperware’s voice next to his owner. The cat’s ears twitched at the conversation, with lots of comical sound effects and some intellectual comments to the TV’s low volume of hits and kicks. Comet groaned when his master didn’t continue petting him, but it seemed Tweek ignored him over the overlapping noises around the blond. Knowing that the munchkin bastard’s paws gripped slightly across the pants and–
“Ouch! Comet–” Tweek instinctively held the cat up just above his lap; was he getting a little chunky lately? The little munchkin stuck his tongue out, and his half-lid green-orange eyes stared into the void, ignoring Tweek’s naggings on why he shouldn’t put his claws on Tweek’s lap for the nth time ever since the cat’s been in his life.
“You two are sure fun,” Tupperware snickered next to Tweek, “Hey wait– isn’t he gaining weight now? I guess that’s what happens when I just learned how to make proper cat food,” the cyborg tried to approach Comet’s chin, but only retreat when he heard a light hiss. For some weeks after Comet’s arrival, Tupperware invested in homemade nutritional dishes for pets since he didn’t wish to put in cash for cheap cat food, though they were still there in case of emergencies. The online recipes worked well, and he became Comet’s first Freedom Force friend from that.
“Guess so; he’s been having an appetite since coming here…,” Tweek briefly examined Comet, then leveled him down to rub the munchkin’s chin before receiving a long but enthusiastic purr, as enthusiastic as Comet can be.
“Yeah, I get it. I’m really happy to hear that, actually” Tupperware sympathized, “how long have you got the little guy?”
“More than six months, if I remember correctly…he was so small back then, and now he’s…um,” Tweek glanced at the gray terror’s furry stomach, thinking…pondering…
“Well– it’s good that he’s rapidly growing! It’s just that, you know, he got…chunkier,”
Even when they meant it on the most polite level, it still looked like Comet unamusingly judging his master and his master's friend blinking so pretentiously at him - or more accurately, his apparent chunkiness.
“Anyways! Why did you name him Comet, anyways? I think it’s a cool name, and I really wanted to know how you came up with it,” Tupperware’s dark eyes sparkled so visibly that Tweek had to intuitively hold Comet’s paws as soon as the cat landed on his lap; they’re not ready to pay the cyborg’s eye reparation bills when their three teammates were getting hits and kicks from the monster.
“Well, I don’t remember too many details. When my friends and I saw him for the first time, we were just out of a space-related museum. And then I…I thought about his fur and shape reminded me of a meteor, but then we figured it out that he isn’t chunky enough to be a meteor–”
“Wait, Chunky as in like…chunky soft or chunky like ‘oh, these rocks are chunky’ chunky?”
“I don’t know-! I think it’s just, um–something that we all thought about that. I do remember that Henrietta had a lot of name suggestions for Comet before he was Comet; looking back, we still think they were good names, but most of them were a bit too long to remember…”
“Oh, I see. Sorry about the interruption; please carry on,” Tupperware snickered.
“And then, I think that when Henrietta started on some stars-related names, Thomas had the idea of a comet, and then he talked about how comets looked fuzzy and how Comet is too. Henrietta also accepted that in the end - and so, we have Comet,” Tweek returned combing the little munchkin’s gray fur, and he purred in response. Maybe all the chitchatting made Comet sleepy as Tupperware barely saw those green and orange colors anymore; he already squinted his eyes before realizing the drowsy cat was about to fall asleep on Tweek’s lap.
“Oh, I see. I like the collective agreement between you and your friends. I couldn’t see a more perfect name for him than Comet,” Tupperware praised as he gestured close to the cat while making sure he doesn’t get scratched.
“Thanks, man, it means a lot,” Tweek sighed contently; it was a piece from his personal story, so there was pressure sharing them. In the end, when Tupperware only nodded as he bumped Tweek’s side affectionately, the Stormborn felt he did the right thing.
“...Then again,” Tweek glanced away from Tupperware, then his face shifted like he thought of something malicious, “I think I should call him Meteor sometimes. I want back the sensation of Comet throwing himself on the bed and making an impact– too bad that the new bed is too soft to have it back…”
“Oh, my god. You know what, Tweek? Maybe I should do that; I’ll ask Toolshed to give some different cushion to happen–”
“Wait wait wait!! Tupperware!! I was joking–Tupper- Tupperware!!”
Comet slept through the whole thing, impressively making it the most heroic thing he ever done.