"You're all awful, is our suffering amusing to you? Is it funny when your own creation is in its death wails, crying out one last time?" The orange tom mewed angrily, furious that they were laughing. "You're sick, you're sick disgusting creatures. You created us and somehow you hate us so much you want to watch us suffer until we fade like a dying flame? Really? That really puts all this bullsh*t in perspective. We were just pawns and instead of telling us, when you knew damn well it was happening you let us believe that you were evil, which is true, but you let us wage war against you with full knowledge it was fruitless and would only lead to death and hurt?" His eyes were wide like a deer's. "We're just a game, none of us matter, it was all just a game for some heartless all powerful beings. None of our lives have ever mattered, it was just a joke. Well, hardy har, hilarious guys, well played." Flame clapped his paws together. Whatever was left of his sanity shattering.
"Not only that but you've been running this scam for millions of years and watching us kill each other instead of guiding us to peace? Showing yourselves to the humans instead of watching as they murdered each other in the streets over stupid f*cking justifications like race and religion?" He couldn't believe it, they were all just a joke that wouldn't quit. The only thing he wanted was that knife, so he could just end it now before he had to bear anymore of this insanity. They had let all of this happen for their own amusement. It was all just a pointless game, it was like chess. They were all the pawns. It was over.