Made these two cuties from Rats SMP!!! On the left is Scott the farmer rat and on the right is Jimmy the safety rat! I might just have to make the whole crew at this point cuz I love these so much!
(Yo! Rats x Pirates SMP content here folks! Get your fresh crossover here! Starting at Martyn's Finale for Rats)
Every rat had just disappeared into the snow-covered bush to start looking for a new home to settle in. Scott had been behind everyone else, walking beside Martyn. Scott was about to follow but paused, his ear twitching as he turned his head, frowning as he watched Martyn sprinting in the opposite direction. Finding it odd, he glanced back at the bushes. He promised himself he would get Martyn then he would regroup. He set down the food he had and scampered after the snow tracks that Martyn made.
Scott followed the tracks until they led him to a shore of some sort. Scott’s ears twitched as he wondered why Martyn would come here. He spotted Martyn on the ice, looking around it seemed. He was about to call out, but his voice caught in his throat as Martyn seemingly disappeared down a hole in the ice. His tail flicked in annoyance as he hugged his shoulders, shivering slightly, he scurried over to where he disappeared.
He looked into the icy water and took a deep breath before plunging in after the wayward rat. Immediately, his senses heightened as cold filled his body. Squinting his eyes, he could just see the outline of Martyn disappearing down a crack in the seabed. Scott swam after him, diving down the crevice as well. He was startled as he fell into a small cave. Shivering, he could hear Martyn talking to himself as he stepped deeper. He called out, “Martyn! What are you doing?” His eyes widened as reached a larger part of the cave. Covering his mouth with his paws, he stared at the purple portal. A shiver went down his spine as something shifted within him. Martyn stared at him wide-eyed, clearly not expecting to be followed, standing directly in front of the portal.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Martyn said, clearly baffled. “Why did you follow me!? You were supposed to be with everyone else.” He exclaimed.
Rubbing his paws together, Scott replied, “I saw you turn away from the group, so I followed you to ask where you were going.” He stared at the portal. “Martyn… What is this?” he asked hesitantly.
Martyn bit his lip, looking conflicted before his gaze hardened. “Scott, go back. I’ll be okay. I know what I am doing.” He turned away from him. “I need to keep going. Goodbye, Scott.” With that, Martyn stepped through the portal, becoming lost in the swirls.
Squeaking with alarm, Scott rushed forward. He scampered to the edge of the now flickering portal. He glanced back towards the entrance, thinking of the other rats. Owen is a great leader, capable and strong. Eloise will help him; she always is willing to do so. Acho will be there if needed, he was always a reasonable rat. They don’t need him; they will be fine. He looked forward to the portal once again.
He didn’t know what Martyn had gotten himself into, but he was alone. Martyn could be killed or trapped without someone there to help him. He needs to have at least one person looking out for him. He glanced back once more, saying a silent goodbye, before deciding to step through the portal.
A shutter ran through him as the warmth of the portal encased him. He felt himself relaxing in this strange purple existence. The warmth reminded Scott of the human fireplaces within the mansion. He felt his eyelids getting heavy the farther he floated. He thought he could hear whispers and flashes of purple wings and eyes cross his vision, but the call of the void was too strong. He passed out feeling as if someone grabbed him with celestial hands.
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Cold water covered him, shocking him from slumber. Scott flailed for a moment before his head breached the surface of the water. Sputtering and coughing, Scott paddled his way to the dirt shore. He pulled himself out and coughed up the rest of the water that was in his lungs. He sat there, panting for a moment, catching his breath. He peeked backward to find what he had fallen into.
It was small a pond with a possible stage built into it. His breath caught in his throat in awe as he spotted the cliff and waterfall behind it, along with human-sized pillars leading to the cliff. There was light coming from the shade of the cliff as well. He stood up on shaky legs as he turned a slow circle.
There was so much around him. A large orange tent, a cave with seemingly a kitchen, and a large mess hall area. There was always a path leading to a dock and two more leading in different directions. One heading towards the forest, the other heading towards the cliffs. He spotted a large field of an array of different vegetables, a cow sounded in the distance, so he guessed there was a farm somewhere near there as well.
He also noted that the weather is different as well. No snow in sight. He felt a warm summer breeze brush through his fur as he stepped away from the pond. His cold body quickly warmed in the tropical weather. His ears twitched a bit, wondering why Martyn didn’t bring everyone here. This is a paradise compared to the snowy wonderland at home. He sighed. He could get answers went he found him again.
He rubbed the extra water off his face before deciding on the kitchen. Knowing Martyn, he might be getting food. The blue-haired rat scurried across the grass; ears perked for any sign of humans. Pausing at the entrance, Scott's ears shot up in excitement. Unlike the cook at home, pots were unsupervised, and ingredients were everywhere. His eyes sparkled at all the possibilities, rubbing his paws together. He hopped up onto the counter and peered into the pot. Dumplings floated lazily in the boiling water. His shoulders slumped as he realized he couldn’t do anything to help.
Suddenly feeling very dumb, he grabbed his face and smacked his cheeks a bit. “Scott. Focus. Cooking later, find Martyn first.” He again looked around, frowning not seeing any signs of another rat going through here. He ran across the counter and was about to scurry down when he heard footsteps approaching.
Scrambling, the blue rat leaped into a backpack that was leaning against the counter. Thinking quickly, he buried himself as deep in as he could, hearing a male human humming a strange song. His heartbeat was loud in his ears as he waited with bated breath. The human moved around, boots clicking against the floor. Scott nearly squeaked as light flooded the backpack but was quickly buried underneath a ton of dumplings. As quickly as the avalanche of dumplings started, it stopped, and darkness consumed the inside of the backpack once again. He let out a relieved breath, thinking it was over.
He squeaked as the pack started to move. He was thrown to the side as the human put the pack on his back. Soon the movement evened out into rhythmic steps of walking. Cautiously, Scott peeked out of the backpack. He looked around him, watching as the forest passed. He was grateful he didn’t choose the forest as he spotted skeletons with bows, eyeing the person he was with up. Gulping, he mentally urged the human to start moving, and miraculously, the guy did, probably having seen the monsters as well. He ducked down and let the human carry him to the unknown.
It was far too short of a ride in Scott’s opinion as the movement around him stopped. He immediately moved to hop out past the human but was dumped into a barrel. He was disoriented from the suddenness of falling. He let out a startled squeal as he was scuffed and lifted. The cyan-furred rat’s mouth went dry when he locked eyes with a gingered-haired human scowling at him.
Magpies around suddenly started cawing and chatting excitedly. They cawed, “Rat Scott! Rat Scott! Why is Rat Scott here? Cute! I miss rats.” The human shooed the crazed birds away, looking rather confused, but didn’t let it bother him. The ginger turned back to him, studying him curiously. Scott shrunk away from the scrutinizing gaze, balling himself up.
“Hmph. Never seen a blue rat before nor one wearing clothes. Perhaps Martyn will know where you came from. Rats seem to gravitate towards him.” Blue eyes bore into Scott, making him tremble, not registering anything he was saying, his blood rushing in his ears was too loud to hear over. “Or if he doesn’t, I could always add you as a discovery. You are rather cute.”
The human placed the rat on his palm and then used both hands to cup him close to his chest. Using a pinky finger, the ginger stroked the trembling figure’s fur, humming a soft tune to soothe the rat. The cyan-haired rat was surprised to find himself relaxing in the gentle grasp of his odd human. For some reason, he could tell this human had no intention of hurting him, feeling as if he was connected to him. Scott shook off the feeling, finally having his breathing under control.
The man smiled down at the rat once he noticed the shaking stop. “There. See? I won’t hurt you, little rat.” He held him a little tighter, not enough to hurt, but just to be snug. “Now, off to find that Kestrel.” The human started walking, making the farmer rat tense ever so slightly.
The destination that the ginger had in mind was a relatively short walk, with the human occasionally petting Scott’s back, keeping him calm. The whole time Scott could only think of where they were going. Sure, the guy said that he wasn’t going to hurt him, but that doesn't mean someone else won’t. He worried his lip, tail in his paws as he thought how he should have just stayed with the group. He bet Owen and the others were worried sick about Martyn and him. He just wanted his family to be together.
Scott’s depressive thoughts were interrupted by the shout of the human. “Martyn! You here?” The ginger called.
The rat’s ears perked up at the mention of the name. Martyn!? He’s here? And he’s friends with this human? Scott looked around the fancy tavern area. He didn’t see the Martyn he knew anywhere. The human walked to the bar and called out again.
There was a loud crash heard through the building. Both rat and human looked alarmed before a blond-haired male human rounded the corner, looking frazzled. Following him was a mischief of rats, squealing and squeaking to each other pleasantly. When the blond saw the ginger human, he perked up a bit. “Oh hey, Mr. Denholm. Sorry, I was taking a nap when you called.” The guy smiled at the ginger with a slight blush.
To say Scott was shocked was an understatement. The human sounded and acted just like his Martyn, but he wasn’t! He was not a rat. This was a complete human being. He looked almost the same, the only difference was the small scar under his eye. He had his headband and everything.
“That’s fine, Martyn. And please, just Scott. That’s my father,” The ginger replied with a smile. The rat looked up at the human holding him in disbelief. They share the same name! I mean Scott isn’t a rare name but it’s odd when there is a human that looks just like your friend and the human holding you looks like you but with ginger hair. “But anyway, have you lost any of your rats recently?”
Martyn looks confused for a moment, “No? I don’t think so anyway. Why?” He questioned.
Scott jolted as he was presented to the human version of his friend. He looked up at the blond in distress as he gripped his tail. He watched as Martyn’s eyes grew wider at the sight of him, stumbling back a little bit.
The rats below started to squeak, “Rat Scott? Didn’t we leave him with the others? Lore? Crossover?” Martyn, in a similar fashion to what human Scott did to his magpies, chased them off.
“Scott, where did you find this rat?” Martyn asked slowly as he approached cautiously. Scott’s ears drooped at the hesitance of his friend.
“I found him in my dumpling barrel,” The ginger gently stroked his spine with a finger making him relax again. “I think he was in my backpack, and I buried him by accident. I was hoping you would recognize him, or if you didn’t, I would make a little encloser for him, as I had never seen a pure blue rat.” Human Scott looked at Martyn sheepishly.
Martyn looked at him and then back to the ginger, clearly conflicted about something. He sighed, rubbing his face then mumbled, “Yes, I recognize this little rat. The thing is, he shouldn’t be here.” Martyn glared at him sharply. Scott shrank under the gaze, avoiding eye contact. He knew Martyn could be intimidating, but at his current size, it was downright horrifying. “Here, I’ll take him.” He extended his hands toward him.
The ginger deflated a little bit. “Oh. Well okay. Take good care of him. He seems like a nice little rat.” Scott scampered out of Human Scott’s hands into Martyn’s awaiting ones. Martyn pressed him close to his chest once he was settled in his hands. “Maybe I can see him again soon?”
Martyn nodded absently, “Yeah, sure.” Martyn was looking Scott over in his hands, checking around him and his body. He seemed relieved once he was done, looking back at human Scott. “Thank you for bringing him to me, Scott. I’ll see you later. I need to take care of him.”
“Alright. Bye-bye, little blue rat. Hope to see you soon!” He smiled at the cyan-haired rat before heading off. Martyn waited for a beat before being him and setting him on the counter.
“Alright now that he’s gone, how are you here?!” Martyn raised his voice at him, gripping his hair. “I told you that I would be okay! And how did you get through the portal anyway!? You were supposed to stay in that world! I don’t understand how an NPC could escape its world.” He mumbled the last part to himself as he paced in front of Scott.
“I just was worried about you. You gave me a scare seeing you running away from everyone else! I didn’t want you hurt!” Scott cried. Martyn turned to him, staring at him in complete confusion.
“Well damn. I can’t understand you now. You are just making squeaks for me,” He rubbed his temple. “Well, I guess you being here doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t think I can even get you home if I want to.”
Scott's eyes widened and he squeaked in distress. He began pacing, tugging his ears. What would become of every rat? How would they survive winter without him? They didn’t know anything about being a wild rat. Many were house or city rats. His breathing was picking up as he continued to panic. A sudden large hand on his back made him jump.
Martyn winced, “Sorry about that but you looked like you were about to go into a panic attack.” Martyn gave him a sad expression. “I’m sorry about our friends but I can’t do anything to get back to them.”
Tears gathered in Scott’s eyes as he started to cry. Martyn scooped him up and pressed him into his shirt, soothing him gently with a back rub. He buried his face into the fine cotton of Martyn’s shirt as he clung to him.
Martyn smiled weakly and said, “If it's any consolation, you will like being here. I’ll take care of you and the herons have a lovely field of vegetables.” He rambles on. “And Scott, the guy you just met, loves to cook. You can spend time around there. Heck, maybe you’ll be classified as a discovery by Scott.” The blond scrunched up his face. “That’s going to get confusing. Two Scott’s around here now.” He laughed slightly.
The blue rat sniffled a bit but nodded along with Martyn’s ramble. He wiped his eyes and gave Martyn a watery smile. He’s glad he at least has someone from home, and who knows, maybe he’ll meet more friendly people. Martyn petted his head gently with a kind smile and wiped away the last of his tears.
“There’s the farmer rat I know.” Martyn grinned. “Again, I’m sorry for getting you mixed up in this, Scott. But I will always protect you.” He promised.
And Scott believed him. He will always believe that Martyn will protect him. Scott will do the same for him. He’ll face anything this new world threatens to throw at him to help Martyn. Scott snuggled closer and hugged Martyn tightly. Martyn covered him with his hand protectively, lovingly.
