Myla x Bretta?
When Bretta left Dirtmouth to search for her true love, she remembered just how difficult traveling amongst the infection was.
Fleeing from some vengeflies, she ran to hide in an old mine. Unfortunately, they followed her- so she turned on them, grabbed some rocks, and YEET
The vengeflies ran (flew?) away. Bretta heard a voice behind her and jumped- she'd thought the mine was abandoned.
"Th- that was so cool!" Myla's eyes were shining. "Are y-you okay th-though?"
Oh no she's cute.
"Oh! I'm, uh.. I'm alright!"
She was a blushing mess. Myla didn't quite catch on. The two chatted for a while, then went their seperate ways.
Bretta didn't want to jump right in. Twice was enough, and she was scared to lose in love a third time.
But that was okay. The two of them became very close friends. Over time, they ended up as lovers in all but name. The confession happened eventually, and the two were happier than ever.
Bretta would listen to Myla sing all day if she could. Every now and again, she'd join in. Even if her voice was shaky, Myla adored it every time.
At the end of a long day, Myla would always go home with Bretta. The two would rest in Dirtmouth, taking the opportunity to cuddle whenever possible.
Overall, they're surprisingly domestic. Elderbug has no idea when this happened, but they look happy, so he's supportive!
