April 24, 2017-I shifted my weight. I already knew that he wasn’t who I thought he was, he was only reiterating the fact.
“Ok, then why don’t you go ahead and tell me who you are,” I said firmly.
“You don’t need to get upset; who I am doesn’t change anything,” Simba said.
“Then why are you stalling?” I said and narrowed my eyes at him.
“Come with me, I can’t tell you exactly, but I can show you,” he said, and I followed him to the prison library. I had been in the library a million times not a thing was out of place and to be frank, it was boring. Books lived here, from floor to ceiling. Odd books, rare books, textbooks and the classics. This was the place where the small, stupid human tapped away at her keyboard, while I sat on it to be a pain. I loved putting myself in front of whatever she was doing because this was a clear message that I was in charge; it worked every time because she always stopped what she was doing to pick me up and pet me.
I followed Simba to the back corner of the library and watched as he shuffled some books around like a puzzle. My eyes grew wider when I realized what was happening.
“Stand back,” he said, and for once I obeyed him. A large portion of the wall began to creak and groan, and with a giant “THUMP” it opened to reveal a staircase.
I swallowed hard,”What is this place?” Simba ignored me, picked up a lit torch and led us into the darkness.
We finally reached an iron gate with a scanner on the wall. Simba held up his left paw, and we were granted access.
I blinked quickly because I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was this real? Was it true?
“Welcome to headquarters, I’m special agent Simba Mufasa of the FBI,” he said.
“The Federal Bureau of Investigation?” I squeaked.
“No, the FELINE BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION,” he said as he flashed his badge.
The walls closed in on me, and the world went black.