Makeup Curse Season 2 Part 5 (REDRAFTED)

Hey all - This episode has been redrafted.

This story needed to be changed up to make more sense for the plans I have going forward

Enjoy and let me know if your interest is peaked by this......

                                                          Makeup Curse Season 2 Part 5

Becca slams the gas pedal to the floor. The old camper van's engine howls in protest, but instead of speed, all that rises is the chaos inside—plates rattle, fixtures tremble, and Fritz grows increasingly anxious.

“Meoow….Slow down!” Fritz complains, jumping into the passenger seat to be then immediately thrown across it as Becca attempts a undertake on the highway. “I didn’t travel halfway across the universe to be killed in this heap!” Fritz screams out, digging his claw into the seat as Becca swerves in the other direction

“Becca!” Fritz cries out as he swings across the seat to hit his backside and tail against the door. “I can’t die yet, please!”

Becca’s face twitches, a flicker of doubt passing through her. For a brief moment, she wonders if it would really be so terrible. Part of her does blame Fritz for what’s happening to Ross. She doesn’t ease off the gas—instead, she presses harder as if speed might drown out the guilt.

“Meow!” Fritz hisses, scrambling to get hold of the passenger seat. “Are you listening to me!? I feel like my bones are breaking!”

Becca swerves again, only just dodging a large semi-truck. “Ross is the love of my life! I can’t slow down!” Becca shouts from the top of her lungs as she narrowly misses another car in front. “I won’t forgive myself if she dies!

“But what if we die!” Fritz yells, clawing the seat in desperation, “We’re both pivotal in Elm’s plans! We can’t die right now!

The van’s engine finally stops screaming, settling into a strained but steady hum as the speed levels out. No longer being tossed around like a sock in a dryer, Fritz scrambles upright and frantically wrestles with the passenger seat belt, his paws fumbling over the buckle until he somehow clicks it into place.

Just as he's about to shoot Becca a smug look for being proud of buckling up without a single opposable thumb—her sharp, angry glare wipes the satisfaction right off his face.

“What!?” Becca growls and spits, fully taking her attention off the road. “What did you just say!?”

Although he can’t see over the dashboard, Fritz freaks out and digs his claws into the seat. “The road! The road!” he screams. “Eyes back on the road!”

The van lurches violently to one side as Becca swerves to dodge a surge of traffic. Tires screech in protest as she jerks the wheel back, narrowly avoiding a massive truck. For a moment, Becca and Fritz sit frozen, eyes locked on the road ahead, faces pale and drained of color.

Becca lets out a long sigh before pulling into the slow lane to catch her breath. The van settles down, and the rattling stops as it goes at a normal speed. Fritz, clinging to the seat with his claws, begins to relax, but he can tell Becca is angry.

“Explain yourself, cat,” Becca snarls without taking her eyes from the road. “Why am I anything to do with that creepy old guy's plans!?”

“I-Ignore me…,” Fritz chuckles nervously, having to pull his claw from the material of the seat. “I was just saying stuff because I was scared.”

Becca shoots him and irritated glance before swiping at him with her hand. “You tell me, cat!” she says. “Or I’m going to throw you out of the window.”

Slowly, the van’s passenger window begins to slide open. A rush of wind blasts into the cabin, whipping through the air and sending a chill straight down Fritz’s spine. He turns to Becca, wide-eyed and trembling. “Y-You wouldn’t.”

“I’m having a bad day,” Becca replies through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you meant or…. bye-bye, little kitty.”

Fritz shows his fangs. “I’m not a little kitty! I’m older than you are!”

Becca doesn’t answer. Instead, she shoots Fritz a glance, then reaches across and unbuckles his seat belt with a swift tug. The strap slips from his paws before he can react. Without a word, she throws him another look—colder this time—then grabs him by the scruff of his neck and lifts him effortlessly into the air.

The blustering wind from the open passenger window whips through Fritz’s fur and tugs at his whiskers. He thrashes wildly, limbs flailing in panic as he tries to latch onto Becca in any way he can

“No, please!” he screams.

“Tell me what you meant!” Becca roars, her voice cutting through the chaos as she inches him closer to the open window, arm stretched across the car.

Fritz looks down—the road blurs beneath him, a dizzying rush of motion. Panic shifts to desperation. No longer flailing, he clamps onto Becca’s arm, digging his claws deep into her skin. She doesn’t even flinch. Adrenaline is coursing through her veins now, drowning out everything else.

“Now!” Becca shouts furiously, “Tell me why he thinks I want anything to do with him!?”

“Repopulation!” Fritz screeches in fear. “He wants your royal blood!”

Slowly, Becca lowers Fritz to the chair, and the window slides back up. As the window seals and the wind noise disappears, Becca looks at Fritz, shaking as he holds desperately to her arm, unable to let go in shock.

“He wants my blood?” Becca shakes her head.

Fritz glares at Becca before slowly retracting his claws from her arm. Blood seeps from the scratches, but he doesn’t pause to look. In the next instant, he drops to the seat and scrambles desperately for his seatbelt once again.

“Yes, your Royal blood,” Fritz explains righteously. “And if we save Ross, he’ll be part of the plan too.”

Becca rubs the blood from her arm, her gaze fixed straight ahead. She lets out a long, steady breath, trying to reign in her emotions. “So,” she says, her voice calm but edged with tension. “That means Elm really can save Ross’s life?”

“Yes,” Fritz pouts, now sitting safely strapped in. “Now, please, focus on the task we have. Getting that orb won’t be easy!”

Slightly less panicked now, Becca loosens up, letting the tension drain from her shoulders with a long exhale. “So… have you seen this ‘sickness’ before?”

Fritz looks away, lost in memories of Vastin, the Grimalkin capital. As an outcast in his own family, he recalls the pain of losing his only friend, the one who had kept him from being truly alone.

“I’ve seen those vibrant, unnatural colors in a friend’s eyes before,” Fritz says, turning away to hide his emotions. “Back on Yibixus.”

“You have?” Becca asks, now a lot more friendly and relaxed

Fritz’s thoughts drift back to his friend—the only one he’d ever shared his deepest secret with. She was the only one who truly cared, but one night, she was taken, and he never saw her again.

“Yeah….,” Fritz answers with regret, sullying his tone. “She was my best friend. One night, she said she felt sick. I looked into her eyes, and I saw those same colors glistening back at me.”

“W-what happen!?” Becca is swift to ask, worrying about Ross. “Was she okay!?”

Fritz looks up and out the window as the tops of trees rush past. He lets out a long breath before answering. “I… don’t know.”

“You…,” Becca looks down at him. “…Don’t know?”

Fritz turns back, his anger flaring. “No, I don’t know what happened to her. I tried to find out, but every lead pointed back to your family. I assume she was used until she just… faded away.”

“My family!?” Becca gasps, stunned and taken aback.

“Yeah,” Fritz turns up his nose. “I hate you for that.”

Becca rubs her face. She’s not overly sure why he hates her, but that look in his eyes tells her all she has to know.

“Y’know…” Becca says carefully, trying to avoid escalating things. “I didn’t know I was the prince until recently. I didn’t know about Grimalkins or Yibixus. It feels a bit unfair to blame me for things I had no part in. Hell, I don’t even know what a Grimalkin looks like.”

“Excuses,” Fritz snaps. “Your family was greedy and self-important—always keeping male Grimalkins suppressed because your family was scared!” He glances down at one paw and lets out a frustrated groan. “If they’d just let Elm do what he was meant to, I wouldn’t be stuck as the wrong gender or as an Earth cat.”

He shoots a glare at Becca, who keeps her eyes on the road. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to feel this wrong in your own body?”

“Whoa.” Becca shoots him a snarky glance. “That’s a lot to unpack, Ca—Fritz.”

She taps thoughtfully on the steering wheel, eyes flicking between the road and the cat beside her. Then, with a faint, wry smile, she glances down at him.

“Actually,” she says, voice softening as she looks down at herself, then back to the road, “I do know what it’s like to feel trapped in the wrong body. You keep calling me a prince… but I grew up as a girl.”

“I know,” Fritz answers, glaring at the dashboard in front of him. “I was there when they did that to you.”

Becca snaps a look down in his direction. “W-What!?”

“That’s right,” Fritz replies in realization, snapping his tail. “You were just a baby when they changed you. I remember it was just before Green attacked the factory.”

“You say ‘changed me’ like it’s something normal,” Becca grumbles.

“Wasn’t my idea—or Elm’s, that’s for sure!” Fritz replies flippantly, a wrinkle of his whiskers. “It was that damn Greda! Always meddling, always getting in our way!”

“Green attack after the changed me?” Becca says, desperate to understand. “You’ve gotta tell me more!”

Fritz slowly turns and makes eye contact with Becca. His expression is serious. “Do you really want to know?”

Becca nods. “Please.”

Fritz rubs his face and recounts what he remembers in his mind. “Well,” he says reluctantly. “I can only tell you what I remember. You’d have to ask Elm for more details.”

“Fine, but please. Help me understand.”

“Well, firstly,” Fritz presents his feline body to her. “Do you understand that Grimalkins that fled to this planet transform into these creatures.” Fritz touches his paw. “Elm tells me the portal to this planet from Yibixus is ancient and was a mystery to even the brightest of our kind.”

“Portal?”

“Yeah,” Fritz nods. “One of the things that made our species great was our ability to produce portals.” Fritz grins wide with pride. “When I was a grimalkin boy, I was taken in by Elm for my ability to manifest more than one portal at a time, and I could do it without a sword. I was a child prodigy.”

“Portals….,” Becca laughs. “I think you’ve been watching too much sci-fi.”

“No, it’s true,” Fritz says firmly. “I really could. I wish you’d seen it. I was Elm’s protector for years—nothing could touch him with me around. Anyone who tried? I’d portal them miles away without a second thought.”

Becca glances over, studying Fritz’s face. His expression is sincere, and it makes her pause in thought. “Show me then,” she says. “Show me one of these portals.”

Fritz mutters something under his breath and shifts in his seat. “I…” he starts, then hesitates, his voice cracking slightly. “I can’t. Not in this body.”

He swallows hard, eyes fixed on the floor. “That’s why I need to be a Grimalkin again. Without my powers, I’m… I’m nothing.”

“Who told you that you are nothing?”

“Elm,” Fritz replies sourly. “He says if I can’t protect him, I have to be useful in other ways. I think that’s why he’s sent me with you.”

“Ah,” Becca says, a note of sympathy creeping into her voice as she glances at the cat beside her. She scratches her cheek, thinking. “So… is that what this orb is for? It can heal Ross and turn you back?”

“Yes and no…,” Fritz replies, clearly uneasy. “We also need the shard, too, like the one you're searching for to fix Ross’s face.”

Fritz’s voice becomes worried, which makes Becca look down at him. “But we aren’t the only ones that want those shards.”

“Green?”

“Yes,” Fritz nods, pawing at his ears. “If Green gets hold of them, it’ll unleash a living hellscape on this planet. Elm calls it a soul cascade.”

“I take it that’s bad.”

“Very,” Fritz nods. “That’s why we have to trust Elm—he’s the only one who can stop this. What he needs now is every Grimalkin united behind him. That’s where you come in. Formardor’s, the shards—once we have them all, we can rebuild the containment facility and finally help our kind.”

Becca scratches her beard. “Right, sure. But erm….what’s a Formardor again?”

“A Grimalkin with the ability to change things,” Fritz answers like it’s common knowledge.

“R-R…Right?”

“Don’t believe me?” Fritz looks up with a smile, showing his fangs. “How else do you think our people transformed into humans. How else do you think you were turned into a little girl?”

“One of those shards?” Becca replies sarcastically, showing her male body to him. “The makeup did this to me.”

“Well, I guess…,” Fritz answers flippantly. “But please don’t be so blase about the Formadors that gave their lives to give us a fighting chance of thriving here.”

“So, there are loads of Grimalkins out there? Living as humans?” Becca asks, her mind drifting to Ross. “Maybe some of them don’t even know they’re Grimalkins?”

Fritz tilts his head to one side. “I guess. I haven’t really thought about it, but It’s hard to tell who was a Grimalkin these days. Back when we first started transforming, it was easy to tell, but those who have been living as humans now for years have almost forgotten who they once were.”

Becca taps on the steering wheel in thought. She thinks about everything she knows about Ross, but nothing jumps out at her as suspicious. As far as she’s aware, Ross Is very much a normal human.

Becca then looks at Fritz and his body. “So, if you were there when I got transformed, why weren’t you changed into a human?”

Fritz doesn’t take kindly to the question. He looks away in frustration and grumbles.

“Sore subject?”

Fritz whips his tail to show his frustration. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“So, this was all happening at the old factory you and Elm hang out in?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t get it,” Becca states, scratching the side of her face. “If that’s where our people took refuge, why is it a dump now?”

“That night Green attacked and ruined everything is all kind of a blur,” Fritz answers, then looks at his paws in thought and picks at his pads. “Do you know who the disgraced captain is? Her name is Ursula.”

“Ursula?” Becca asks, looking at the road. “Disgraced?” Becca then turns to look quickly at Fritz, confused. “Why are they disgraced?”

Fritz frowns hard. “They had the chance to kill Green when he was just an abomination of a hybrid between our species and the humans.” Fritz digs his claws into the chair fabric. “But she showed it mercy.”

Fritz grips his seat belt and stares emotionless. “Most of our people blame her for the loss of Yibixus.”

“Wait,” Becca reaches into her pocket to pull out the picture Elm gave her. She holds it out to Fritz. “Is this Ursula? Is she the one wearing the necklace?”

“That’s her,” Fritz agrees. “And her two children. Aiden is the older one and I believe the younger one was called Peter. Aiden is Green’s child, but Peter is fathered by another. I still don’t understand what happened there. Elm is very curious as her second pregnancy seemed to happen very randomly.”

Becca looks at the picture quickly and at the two children before stuffing it back into her pocket. “Fritz, was she there that night Green attacked?”

“Yes,” Fritz replies. “But she wasn’t much help. That’s why so many of us died. Even in her human form, she was frighteningly fast—she could’ve protected dozens. But she didn’t.”

Becca glances down, curious. “She couldn’t fight Green because he’s Aiden’s father?” She looks back at the road, brow furrowed as she thinks. “Were they… in love?”

Fritz blows a raspberry and doesn’t care for such nonsense. “Maybe, I don’t know. I don’t care either. All I know is that Green slaughtered so many of us in cold blood as she ran for her life. Elm told me she stood frozen and shook in fear.”

Fritz shows his fangs. “She’s pathetic.”

Becca checks the tracker, and the dot is starting to move. Off in the distance, a city skyline starts to appear. They must be getting nearer to their destination.

“We’re getting closer,” Becca points at the city in front. “So, is that why Elm wanted us to find her and the shard she carries? I assume she’s been missing ever since?”

Fritz tries to look over the dashboard and out of the window, but he can’t. Annoyed at his little cat's body, he grumbles to himself before answering. “Yeah, something like that.” He then looks up at Becca. “She’s not to be trusted.”

Becca checks the tracker—the dot is moving, signaling their turnoff from the highway. She eases the van to a slow roll at the next junction. Her eyes then narrow as a massive plume of dark smoke rises on the horizon. It billows against the sky, shadowing them from the sun.

Becca points at the massive black cloud in the sky. “Green’s doing?”

Even Fritz can see the black smoke as he looks up and out the window screen. “Green, yes,” he replies.

“This feels dangerous,” Becca eventually replies. “Aren’t you scared of what that thing might do? Didn’t you say it murders people—I’m not a fighter.”

Fritz and Becca share a moment of genuine fear as the dark cloud in the sky gets larger and looms overhead.

“What’s the plan?” Becca asks, looking up and out of the front of the car.

Fritz unbuckles his belt and leans on the dashboard to see the smoke cloud rising above the city. “Erm…,” he says as they look at each other. “Stay low and quiet. I’m sure if we stay out of sight, a moment will present itself.”

“That’s not a plan,” Becca laughs nervously. “That sounds like wishful thinking.”

“You got a better idea….?”