I have a new brainrot to share with you friend
So again its gonna be straigh up an animal, Ferret reader who doesn't have a buisness (what a group of ferrets is called). You just happened to appear one day on one of the 141 guys mission have just stuck with them, back on base in their living corters the poor guys have paniced many times assuming you've died but really its just normal ferret sleeping like the dead being a floppy noodle. ENOY ( ੭˙꒳ ˙)੭
Welcome back friend 🙏 hehe I love this!! This is gonna be short since I'm rlly busy lately but here's a tiny blurb for reference :3
You've been living with these humans for what seems like forever now. They treat you well, and they give you food and a place to live. But for some reason, they still hadn't gotten used to your sleeping positions.
Let's look at a few examples, shall we?
Kyle was going about his business, working on some 'housecleaning' around the base when he saw you. Practically lifeless, upside-down in one of the corners of the rec room. As an unofficial pet of the 141's naturally Kyle would panic.
Running over to you muttering 'no no no no no' under his breath, Kyle crouched down and picked up your limp body and began to poke and prod at you.
About two seconds passed when you showed you were, in fact, alive - then promptly bit him.
Kyle flinched back, rubbing his hand where your bite had landed. "Bloody hell! I was just making sure you weren't dead, you ungrateful freeloader."
He proceeded to mumble and grumble under his breath for the next hour.
Price found you underneath his desk in the little dog bed he got you. You were twisted at an unnatural angle that didn't seem healthy even in the slightest, so he crouched down and gently shook your little shoulder.
"Ay, wake up." he was told by some other soldiers that ferrets were more flexible and slinky than most animals, but if this was the flexible they were talking about, then he was certainly caught off-guard.
You woke up with a disgruntled noise and glared at him before resuming your nap, completely unbothered by him.
Price shrugged and continued his paperwork, making a mental note for later.
Johnny found you on his pillow of all places. You weren't necessarily asleep, he could tell, as your one eye was open and watching him as he made his way towards your little throne on his pillow.
"Move," he muttered, lightly shifting the pillow in hopes you'd get annoyed and leave.
All you did was hiss at him in return.
Johnny narrowed his eyes, and grabbed your wiggly body in his hands and chucked you into the pile of blankets opposite his bed. You emerged two seconds later with a noticeable glare that soon faded when you realized the blanket pile was much comfier to lay on.
But of course, a recruit passing by only saw Johnny throwing you across the room, so in the next hour he was sitting infront of Price explaining himself while Price looked at him with exasperated amusement.
Simon found you on the floor of the storage closet, all twisted up and somehow still looking comfortable. Being more observant than his sergeants, he knew you were sleeping - although that didn't prevent the momentary panic he had when it looked like you weren't even breathing.
Carefully crouching down to your level, he gently pulled you into his arms as he layed on his back and brought you onto his chest. He stroked your fur and occasionally massaged your back with tender fingers.
Johnny found you two about three or four hours later, both asleep. Johnny would've laughed if it wasn't for the genuine look of calmness over Simon's face.
Let's just say he came back with a blanket and draped it over the two of you.
