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Two years. It had been two full years since Twodimensional had been born to a loving mother and a caring father, a young, unusually colored tom who mewled so loudly it seemed as though his lungs would pop. A lot had changed since then. Not only the color of his eyes – once a light blue, now turned a deep black – but also his demeanor as well. 2D had mellowed out a great deal since he was a rambunctious child, constantly bolting about and trying to prove himself. Some might've taken this as a loss of ambition, but the serval had never thought of it that way. He still had plenty of ambition and drive for the things he loved, but did he feel the need to constantly push and shove his way to the top? No. That was more of Murdoc's thing, and while 2D was constantly happy to follow the other around like a puppy after the canine's tail, he knew he was mainly just the sociable face of their operation. After all, who wouldn't have their attention caught by a blue serval with black, bloody eyes? 2D had never minded being the frontman, feeling happy and warm under the attention and praise.

However, even though a great deal of things had changed since his childhood, one thing hadn't – his love for the grotesque. Ever since he had been a young kit just trying to figure out how to hunt, he had always been fascinated with things traditionally considered horror. It was an odd interest for sure, but he couldn't help it. He had found horror stories in the abandoned and decrepit buildings near his old home, and he had eagerly consumed all of the stories inside. He had become enchanted at the prospect of ghosts and goblins, things that went bump in the night, and most of all – zombies. The very prospect of the living dead was so foreign and absorbing to the young male, who has greedily consumed every piece of media he could find containing them. When he had run out of books, his attention had been turned to movies, finding old projectors and crumbling tapes in a frantic search for his next interesting story. Eventually he had amassed quite the collection of various zombie movies and media, and he was always eager to share it with others, although some weren't as enthusiastic as others. Murdoc had never understood his obsession, usually pointing out that 2D looked like a zombie himself, with his dead black eyes and chilled blue fur. 2D never paid him much mind, however, knowing that Murdoc didn't like most things outside of his comfort zone.

Now that 2D had a whole new group of people to share his interest with, however, he had been eager to see if anyone else would become enchanted with the idea of the living dead. It was an odd way to spend one's birthday for sure, but he had never really minded being odd – it was kind of impossible for him not to be, after all. So, after fishing out all of his old zombie movies from the bag he had brought with him, 2D had gone on a hunt for a projector. It had taken a bit of digging through the little seaside town he had taken up residence in, but he eventually found one, pointing it at the side of one of the houses with the permission of the owner. After a lot of fiddling around with making the rather ancient projector work, he had turned to the gathering crowd who had wandered over to see what the hell the decurion was doing. Giving them a big, gap-toothed smile, the singer announced proudly, "'Ello everyone! I'm sure y'didn't know fis, but today is m'birthday! And t'celebrate, I fought maybe I could include the rest of you in one of my favorite 'obbies – watchin' zombie movies! Some of fese might be a little scary for th'little ones, so if you're squeamish, it's fine for y't'stay at 'ome!" He hoped that enough peoplr would attend for it to be a fun night, instead of everyone rushing off at the first sign of gore.

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Sometimes, it took a minute for things to occur to 2D. Usually these things were inconsequential, and as a result of his ignorance at times. However, when it came to his fascination with gore and horror, it never seemed to occur to him that perhaps others wouldn't be quite so delighted. Enter Larkspurskip, who seemed to come over with a look of curiosity on his face, but then had it rapidly morphing into disgust. 2D's face fell for a moment, thinking that perhaps he had done something wrong, but then he noticed the scene that was on screen, complete with the screaming and gnashing sounds. Once again he lit up with life, turning back to Larkspur and talking animatedly, his paws shifting in front of him, "Yeah! I mean, in some movies fey can be good, but it isn't very common. 'Cause fey're the reanimated dead! Fey're not really supposed t'be pretty, if I'm 'onest." He couldn't really think of a time where a movie had tried to present the zombies as pretty, unless it was for some kind of comedic effect.

Turning his attention then to Clony, 2D flicked his tail at it in greeting, a smile on his muzzle before he spoke, "Like I said, a zombie is fe reanimated dead! Fey get up 'n' shamble 'round, 'n' fey eat brains..." He gestured back at the screen behind him, not quite knowing what was going on, but able to hear the groans and growls from the movie. He then tilted his head to one side, surprised that Clony didn't know the word "squeamish". He supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised, considering how much of an oddball it was. Happy to explain, he continued animatedly, "'N' squeamish is just... somebody fat doesn't like scary or ugly and bloody stuff. So fey probably wouldn't like many zombie movies. But fese ones aren't too bad! You're probably right about 'em not bein' fat scary." That wasn't really true, considering the gruesome zombie related deaths some poor schmuck was suffering on screen, but 2D had seen it all before. It had basically no effect on the decurion anymore.