pictures were found on royalty free sites and text added by me, until I can get an illustrator.

Episode 1: An unlikely hero!

Opening: we open on an 18-year-old young man laying on his bed with 4 neko body pillows laying on it, including the one he has himself wrapped around, as he watches tv the others stacked around him like a fort. The bed lies in the center of the room facing a giant smart tv hooked up to a high-end computer with massive servers encircling it.
the rest of the room is packed full of neko related merchandise. A mountain of various body pillows with many different neko girls on them reaches to a 20-foot-high ceiling all along one wall of the room. An adjacent wall is entirely shelving with neko figurines that reaches to the ceiling with rolling ladders along them, like an old library, to access higher up figurines. The rest of the room is rows of stand-alone shelves reaching back another 20 feet and to the ceiling, and like everything else, full of neko related merch. None of which are opened and kept in mint condition.

The boy is chubby, with black shaggy hair a little under shoulder length hanging in his face, black eyes, 5’6, and relatively handsome when he moves the hair out of his face, dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a neko girl on the front in a flirty pose. He is lying on his stomach entwined with his body pillow watching a commercial about missing neko girls.

(commercial) sad empathy inspiring music plays in the background as pictures of missing nekos, and their grieving fans and loved one are slowly displayed on the screen as a spokesman starts his narration. “every day, there are innocent defenseless nekos being kidnapped from their homes, off the streets, and even in broad daylight, for god knows what purpose, and we need your help to find them!” a picture is put on the screen of a masked villain as the spokesman continues “if you see this man or anything suspicious, please call the neko crisis response hotline at this number.” The picture goes away and returns to pictures of missing nekos and their mourners as a number flashes at the bottom. “something you hear or see could be the clue we need to save these poor nekos, please call…”

The boy pauses the commercial and rolls over on his back, still entwined with the body pillow as he lays there staring at the ceiling. Then, begins to narrate the beginning of the story as it cuts between him and scenes of what he is describing occasionally playing out.

Ishida Kinowada: “My name is Ishida Kinowada, I don’t know about where you are from, but here in my world we have demi-humans of all sorts. There are half demons, half angels, fox girls, and many others, but the crowning jewel of them all is of course… NEKOS!!! Beautiful, soft, twitchy eared little cat girls, and boys, if you’re into that kinda thing.” he gags at the thought of the boys before his expression turns back to pure joy with a bit of drool as his thoughts return to neko girls. “yes, wonderful, glorious neko girls who sing, dance, and act in all kinds of media! Proof there is heaven on earth!” clears his throat as he collects himself and returns to a serious face. “…But I digress.
My world is in a crisis now, fore this precious neko resource is under siege! It all began a few months ago… I was going through my daily routine of ramen noodles, binging the latest neko related anime, a term we use for any videos featuring demi humans, and trolling the neko related message boards for posers, neko haters, and of course new content! But that day was different, because that day all the message boards started going crazy talking about a string of neko related thefts that were happening. Slowly at first, but within a few days it had become a worldwide event!

Everywhere across the world neko related merchandise began disappearing. First from the store shelves, then the warehouses that supplied the stores, always taking nothing but the neko merch. Soon the paperwork that gave people the rights to make merchandise began disappearing from corporate safes, and little girls neko dolls and DVDs were stolen from their homes as they slept!

About this time, having hoarded a huge collection of neko merchandise of my own, I felt a target painted on all my pretty merch and was compelled to protect it! I bought this giant vault, had it buried beneath my mansion protected by the worlds most advanced security system, intending to ride out this age of villainy in my shelter!” he says as the scenes tour his collection and bunker, and him shifting around in bed from side to side before finally getting up and pacing around the room anxiously as he continues his narration. Slowly becoming more of an internal dialogue.
this recent development threatens to change that master plan however. The crisis has escalated now to kidnapping the nekos themselves! If this villain succeeds there will never be any neko anime or merchandise ever again! The bastards gone too far! He must be stopped!” suddenly struck with an idea, he reaches for the buzzer that summons his butler Alfred and hits it, before continuing to pace around the room with a weird smile on his face until Alfred arrives.

As he enters the room you see an older man who is about 38 years old, but looks more like 28, with medium length blonde slicked back hair on top pulled back into a small ponytail with the sides and back of his head shaved. He is 6’1 with perfect posture and muscular build, wearing what looked like a Kato costume without the mask and hat. He stands there watching his young master pace around the room for a moment before speaking.

Alfred: “you summoned me sir?” he said with a stereotypical English butler accent.

Ishida: “Alfred!” he said, finally realizing he had arrived. “I’ve had the most amazing idea to solve all our problems!”

Alfred: gives him a smirk and a sarcastic look before saying. “you’re finally going to leave this ridiculous “neko cave” and take over management of your family’s company, sir?”

Ishida: throws his neko body pillow he has been pacing around with and hits Alfred square in the face with it. “no idiot, why would I ever do that!? My parents left me billions! why would I ever do anything not neko related when I’m filthy fucking rich??!” rolls his eyes and scoffs at the idea of actually having to leave his precious neko themed lifestyle before continuing his original thought. “I’m talking about a solution to the neko disappearance problem of course!”

Alfred: Alfred stands there for a second looking at his young master, who was more of a son than a client to him at this point and began rubbing his temples in preparation for the headache he knew was to come. “this should be good.” he murmured to himself.

Ishida: “what was that?”

Alfred: “nothing sir! By all means, I await in anticipation for your solution!” He said sarcastically.

Ishida: oblivious to the sarcasm due to being caught up in his idea, he gives a devilish smile and begins detailing the worst idea of all time. “as you know my faithful butler, there is a masked villain out there with a legion of henchmen bent on the eradication of all neko themed merch! I have just decided the best way to combat this villain is to become a superhero! I’ll dress up in a costume, buy a bunch of crime fighting gear, then hunt down this bastard myself! mwahahahha” he said with fire in his eyes and a bloodthirsty look on his face as he thought about punishing the fiend. “he WILL feel my wrath! And then maybe I’ll meet a grateful cute little neko girl, or 5, that want to thank me for my services.” He said with a thoughtful look as he nodded his head in agreement with himself. The look on his face turning from thoughtful to more and more perverted as his mind continues down that thought path and what they might do to show their gratitude.

Alfred: clears his throat to wake Ishida up from his daydreaming about grateful nekos before stating cautiously “I mean no offense sir, but isn’t the key to being a superhero to be “super” in some way? You have no talents, no skills, no stamina, no strength, certainly no superpowers to speak of, and if I may be so bold sir your time down here is making you fat!”

Ishida: he opens his mouth to protest before stopping and looking at himself, he grabs his man tits and decides it was a fair point. “whatever, I’m rich, if Bruce Wayne can do it then so can I! I’m gonna order a bunch of cool shit online and become the nekonator!!” notices the blank stare Alfred is giving him and assumes it’s just about the name and begins to list off equally ridiculous options as he researches gear online. “the nekolizer? the nekphomaniac? The neko avenger?”

Alfred: after listening to the young master’s insane idea, decides its best to play along and discourage him by the size of the task itself. Alfred walks over and takes the computer mouse away from him and stands in front of his screen. “you can figure out what to call yourself later! if you are serious about this then gear and names can wait, now we whip the fat off you with some good old-fashioned training!” he said with an enthusiasm that he expected to scare Ishida off the idea. But instead Ishida was sitting there giving him a profoundly serious look.

Ishida: jumping out of bed. “you’re right!” he exclaimed with determination in his eyes that surprised Alfred. “if I ever want to see another new neko anime again I have to train my body to fight this villain!”

Alfred: “that’s not really what I said..” he proclaimed not knowing whether to be happy he’s getting the young master out of this room, or scared that he’s so serious. “..but if you are serious sir, then I shall begin your training at dawn. Be forewarned however, I will not go easy on you just because you are the young master!”

Ishida: “dawn? But it’s already 1 AM now Alfred!” he said with a pleading tone.

Alfred: walks towards the door and pauses at the entrance “then I suggest you get some rest sir. You’re about to have a few hard months…” he said before turning off the lights and leaving Ishida to get some rest.

Ishida: talking to himself, hoping he heard him wrong. “did he say months!?!?!”

Scene: fades out and cuts to Alfred waking him up at precisely dawn with a tray laid out next to his bed with a well-balanced breakfast.

Alfred: “wakey-wakey my little superhero” he said sarcastically with a little smile. “gotta get up and start your training if you want to save any nekos one day!” continuing his sarcasm.

Ishida: mumbles incoherently having only been asleep for an hour or so due to the excited state he was in last night. He rolls back over away from Alfred, cuddling with the neko body pillow he was entwined around. Alfred, having prepared for this outcome, hits the alarm on the bunker that indicates the neko merch is under attack. Ishida jumps up screaming commands “battle stations! We’re under siege, grab the weapons!” the “weapons” being a beanbag gun and some fencing practice swords he was now holding in his arms like a lover until he noticed Alfred’s smile and drops them to the floor with an annoyed and angry look. “you bastard! What did you do that for?” he yelled before seeing the breakfast and remembering their conversation last night. “you’re evil you know that?” he said as he sat down and took a bite of toast groggily.

Alfred: “if you think that now just wait young master.” He said with a sly smile. “finish your breakfast and meet me in the courtyard when you are done and bring your two practice swords there” then he left Ishida to his breakfast and went to get ready. Ishida sits there grumbling over his toast as he wonders what he got himself into.

Scene: cut to scene of them facing off in the courtyard each with a practice sword in hand. A tense, serious look is upon Alfred’s face as he takes up his stance. while Ishida is standing there half-assed and unprepared, talking shit about Alfred’s qualifications.

Ishida: thinking to himself how he can easily beat his butler even in his current chubby state he proclaims. “you know I was thinking about it last night and I should probably hire a personal trainer or something. Maybe learn karate, you know someone with some experience. No offense but you are just a butler after all…” just as he makes that statement Alfred is suddenly right on top of him. Alfred punches him in the face with his sword hand as he swings it down and then sweeps it back catching Ishida’s legs out from under him and knocks him flat on his back. “wtf was that?!” he proclaimed as he stared upwards at Alfred who now loomed over him.

Alfred: “not bad for a butler huh?” he said obviously taunting Ishida.

Ishida: slowly gets up and gives him a furious look before charging at him recklessly swinging his sword at him. “don’t get cocky old man! I’m still way younger and stronger than you!”

Alfred: dodging and deflecting Ishida’s untrained attacks easily with one hand behind his back. He gives a yawn before laying him out on his back again, so fast Ishida doesn’t even see how. “don’t be so quick to judge young master. I was trained at a young age in multiple forms of martial arts including hand to hand and weaponry. Not to mention some random “karate” instructor would rat you out in a second if he found out what you are doing. You need to be smarter than that sir.”

Ishida: staring at him in disbelief having never known that about Alfred despite having known him since ishida was just a child, he stands back up and looks seriously at Alfred “very well, I shall accept your training for the sake of nekos everywhere!” he said sounding extra corny and with big stars over his eyes like he had said something profound.

Alfred: smacks Ishida on the head with his sword leaving a big knot. “every time I think you are serious you go all dopey on me, young master. Try to focus.” He said as he shook his head continuing to wonder what he got himself into, before proclaiming. “Come at me sir! Your training begins now!”

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