(( no plans for a new blog atm but here’s a lazy lil doodle of my boy because i still love him! when he was younger he would roll in the dirt a lot and get in trouble. ))
(( okay, so, the good news is i have a new laptop now! the bad news is i’ve kind of lost my motivation to write pidgey. which is really sad, because i was just getting started! i might make a new blog, and if i do i’ll post it here! but i’ll have to think on it first and make sure it’s something i really want to do. ))
Magic powers?? Of what sorts? Wait why does she only have them and not the rest of you? I can understand why youd wish to be normal but i cant help if i fantasize about it. It just all seems very exciting from an outsiders perspective! Though i do hope you find your family lickity split.
she does this weird force field thing! according to the moth lady we all have powers... there was a storm and she seemed to think i caused it? but i don’t know about all that, it could’ve been a coincidence. and yeah, i’m sure it does sound pretty exciting! like something out of a book or a movie.
You won’t get caught. You’re good at hiding. You’ve been hiding your entire life, why would now be any different?
You watch the boy carefully from your position in the tree. He’s mumbling angrily to himself, his phone’s flashlight illuminating the area. You’d heard him coming before you saw him, his heavy steps and frequent shouts alerting you to his presence, and now he’s standing almost directly beneath you.
Your new cat friend sits in your lap, having fallen asleep a while earlier. He’d seemed perfectly content to climb up into the tree with you, but didn’t appreciate you trying to pet him, so you’d just decided to let him do his own thing. Now, though, it seems like someone’s looking for him. The shout from below finally wakes him up, as well as startling you badly enough that you almost fall.
“FUCKWAFFLE!” The cat scrambles out of your lap and starts making his way down, prompting the boy to aim the phone’s light into the tree. You freeze, looking down at him with wide eyes, and he mirrors your expression, the two of you staring at each other in silence.
Whoops. You got caught.
You watch as his gaze drifts from your face to your very visible wings and back again, wondering if you should make a break for it.
“Christ on a fucking cracker,” he mutters in an awestruck sort of way. You’re scared, but you can’t help but smile a bit at that, if only because it’s so ridiculous. He backs up, nearly tripping over his own feet. “What the hell.”
You pause, then make a decision, hopping out of the tree. He’s already seen you, and he’s just a kid like you, right? The boy jumps back and you hold up your hands, trying to seem nonthreatening.
“Um, hi! Sorry, uh, about your cat? I promise I’m not a cat stealer or anything, he just started following me, but um- I know this is probably really weird, but please don’t freak out, okay?” He watches you carefully for a moment, looking ready to run. But he doesn’t, and you take that as a sign that he’s listening. “I’m not going to hurt you or anything, alright? In fact, I’m more worried about you hurting me! Hopefully neither of us hurts anyone.”
“You have wings.” You blink at him, surprised by the statement for some reason.
“Yes! Yes, I do, I uh. Was born with them.” Or made with them, but you feel like it’s best to start slow. He doesn’t quite look afraid anymore. You can tell he’s still wary, though.
“What are you?”
“... Human-avian hybrid...?” It comes out sounding more like a question than you intended, and he squints at you, taking a step forward.
“Are they fake? Is it a costume? What the fuck are you doing out here?”
“They’re not fake!” You lift your wings slightly to help prove your point. “And trust me, I’m not out here sleeping in trees because I want to be! I just don’t have anywhere to go.” He seems to consider this, slowly lowering the phone he’d raised almost like it was a weapon.
“Why not?” His voice is quieter now, and you relax a little.
“It’s... kind of a long story, but the short version is that I lost my home. I’m looking for my family right now because we got separated... and your cat just sort of started following me? That’s an amazing name for a cat, by the way.” The boy looks down at Fuckwaffle, then back up at you.
“Thanks. I guess. ... What am I supposed to do now? Just fucking leave?”
“I mean... if that’s what you want to do.” He shakes his head, then runs a hand through his hair.
“Yeah, I found a homeless bird boy and I’m just gonna leave him in the middle of the woods where I found him. What’s your name?”
“Oh, uh. Pidgey.”
“Like the Pokémon.”
“Yes.” He frowns at you, then bends over to pick up his cat.
“Well, Pidgey, congratu-fucking-lations, you just scored yourself a place to stay with your ridiculously pitiable story.” You stare, not quite processing what he said at first.
“Wait, what?” He’s already walking off, though he stops to check if you’re following him. You hesitate, then run to catch up. “Are you sure? You’re taking this really well, I didn’t expect you to-”
“Shut up before I change my mind. I can freak out later, it’s too late at night for this shit.”
“At least tell me your name!” The boy looks at you, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking.
“... Karter.”
He takes you back to his house, the same place where you’d hid in the shed while it rained. You wonder if this is okay, if you should run - he probably doesn’t live alone, right? Would his parents be as accepting? But the house is warm and he offers you his couch, and before you know it you’re drifting off under the blankets.
Jumping jehosaphat! Id say things cant get any weirder for you but im afraid i may jinx it. Flying and being on the run and meeting a cat and a moth lady… Youre making it feel like all i do is watch paint dry and grass grow. Is there anything else i should know about your story? Perhaps an evil villain and the end of all times being at stake?
well, hopefully neither of those things! my sister apparently has magic powers or something, though, if that counts? and honestly, besides the flying part, the whole situation kind of really sucks! sometimes i wish me and my family were normal people who did normal things.
Well to be fair i was under the belief that making bird humans in a lab was impossible so i think its fair to say nothing is impossible! Maybe we should even expect the impossible. Dang i wish i could fly though…
yeah, i mean, a time traveling moth lady showed up at my house earlier, so i think maybe the world is actually just that weird! flying is honestly the best, i’d stay in the sky forever if i could! ... well, maybe not forever, but for a long time at least.
Well i do sincerely hope you find your family once again! And that certainly is a bright side! Always lovely to have a companion by your side especially in a hard time like this. Sorry to drag on about the wings but im just so doggone curious. I presume you can fly then?
i sure can! i mean, apparently it should be impossible with like, my weight and the size of my wings? but a lot of things i would’ve thought were impossible have been happening lately, and i think i kind of just have to roll with it like i usually do if i wanna make it out of this with my sanity intact. it’s like... suspension of disbelief, except forever?
Holy moly eight of you?? What a family! Sometimes wish i was from a big ol family but you know what they say about what you wish for. Does seem like youre in a pickle… And how come you cant see them? Are they also on the run?
yeah, we all are! i was a little lost since they left before i did, but i found a message from one of my brothers, so at least i know i’m going in the right direction! i got caught in the rain, so i’m probably even more behind now... but on the bright side, i found a cat named fuckwaffle who looks like the angriest, fluffiest little storm cloud and he’s following me!
By gum that is absolutely extraordinary!! Well the bit about having wings and being a bird person. Less so about them treating you terribly. Is your brother in the same boat? Also a bird person and the works?
it is pretty cool! i just wish we didn’t have to hide all the time. and he’s the same way, yeah! there’s eight of us, actually. i don’t think we’re all actually related biologically, but they’re still family to me. sure would be nice if i could find them, though!
Woah back the bus up! Are you implying you were some sort of science experiment? Also why would you run from the people who made you? I think we need to start over again. Im already confused.
i know it’s kind of a lot, but yes! i’m like, a bird person? i have wings! and i’m running because they’re terrible people. i was stuck with them until i was eleven and i am never ever going back if i can help it!
I do? Also what do you mean by on the run? Who are you running from??
yep, the way you talk! or, well, type. i’m running from, uh... the evil scientist types who created me in a lab? there’s really no way to make that sound less weird, sorry.
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