An Origin, Of Sorts
Summary
No one goes out for walk expecting to discover a whole new species of bittybones, right?
.... Right?
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“-And that’s when I said, ‘B, are you trying to decimate the multiverse through kindness again’- you’re not listening.” Renegade stared at his feline companion, who waved a paw at him.
“No no I was totally listenin-” Willow started, before being cut off.
“No they weren’t!” Aquamarine gave a lazy grin from his perch in Willow’s handkerchief.
“And good bitties wouldn’t do this to their Kind, BELOVED, partners, but we don’t all get what we want ey?” Willow gave a playful huff, before their ears swiveled around, “The fuck?”
Renegade raised a brow bone, “What do your magic ears hear, almighty feline?”
“Shut it. I heard whimpers.” They flapped a paw in Renegade’s general direction in an attempt to make him follow as they proceeded to wander in the direction they heard the cries.
“Huh, I can hear it too now. Be quiet Renegade your thoughts are too loud again.” Aquamarine commented, tilting his head to hear better as Renegade pouted, but obeyed.
Willow led Renegade over to an alleyway, and walked over to a dumpster before getting onto all fours and peering under as he kneeled down next to them.
“Helloooo? Anyone under there? I promise I’m as harmless as a particularly annoying fly.” Willow called out to the darkness under the dumpster. The afternoon shade DEFINITELY didn’t help with the lighting situation, that was for sure.
The only reply Willow received was a soft sob. The white feline frowned, before nudging Aquamarine down to the ground. “Your turn, Aqua.”
The Sansy bitty nodded at his new task, before meandering under the dumpster at a non threatening pace, sliding his hands into his hoodie pockets to help with the non threatening image.
“Heya, anyone under here? We heard some crying, so we thought we’d make sure no one’s hurt.” He squinted at the darkness, before finally giving up and summoning a small, glowing blue bone construct, and widening his eyes at what he saw.
“Oh stars….” He muttered, as he creeped forward. In front of him laid an injured centaur-like bitty. Instead of hooves, though, the bitty had feline-like paws and fur. The poor thing was shirtless, and was curled around, from what Aqua could see, an injury of sorts in its side. Its fur was stained a dark color, and was matted, along with its bones being coated in a thick layer of dirt and grime.
By the time the bitty finally noticed Aqua, he was only a few steps away, and the bitty started up a sad attempt at a growl.
Aqua raised his hands carefully, trying to show he was no threat despite the floating bone construct next to him. “Woah, now, hun. I’m not here to hurt ya. Why not get out from under here ey? It’s pretty dirty, and I have some friends who can help ya out.”
A pair of suspicious eyelights stared him down as he could feel himself being CHECKed. Definitely a Sans-type, then, from how thorough the CHECK felt.
AQUAMARINE
LV 0 EXP 0 HP 1 ATK 1 DEF 1
Only wants to help.
The bitty relaxed slightly, before speaking, “Try ta’ backstab me, and I gut ya.” It growled, before hefting itself upwards, growling when Aqua moved to help it up. “I’ GOT it.” The bitty near snarled. Aqua simply nodded, before stepping back.
When the pair finally exited the shadows of the dumpster, Willow and Renegade had to hold back gasps. The bitty was in a bad shape, and was clearly keeping it together through sheer willpower and most likely spite.
“Heya there, bud. Wanna let us take you to someone who can help out?” Willow gave a soft grin, trying to be as nice as they were capable of to the new bitty.
The bitty hesitated, before replying. “....Yes please. I’m going to pass out now.” It said, before listing sideways into Aqua’s panicked hold.
“Oh shit!” Aqua shouted, struggling a little under the others weight. Renegade was quick to snatch the two up.
“I know a place that’s open nearby here. Adoption center, should hopefully have emergency medical supplies.” Renegade informed, before snatching up Willow as well and breaking into a sprint, careful to keep his fragile cargo stable with some light usage of Gravity magic.
The receptionist was in for quite a shock when the over seven foot skeleton skidded into through the entrance.
“We need emergency medical attention stat.” Was all Renegade said as he let go of Willow (who easily landed on their feet) to get a better hold of the injured bitty.
The receptionist stuttered for a moment, before darting away to grab someone more qualified to deal with this situation. Rather quickly, a monster in nurses scrubs rushed out to take the bitty from Renegade.
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“How is he?” Willow demanded as the monster walked out of the medical wing.
“Stable, and should recover with proper care and rest. Poor thing had a broken arm among other injuries.” She informed the trio, who had been banished to the waiting room. “Now, what happened to that poor bitty? I only see cases like that in ferals or fighting rings!” She demanded.
“We don’t know, is the thing. We found him under a dumpster in an alleyway, and he was super distrustful and would only follow Aqua after he did a CHECK.” Willow informed the monster, who sighed and ran a hand over her face.
“Might be a runaway, or a feral. What bitty type even is he? I’ve never seen one like him before. Of course, I’ve seen the odd centaur here and there, but one like this? Not a peep!””
“That we ALSO don’t know.” Renegade replied, shrugging.
“Whatever. Listen, are you able to take him home with you tonight? He’s stable enough to move, and it’s probably for the best he leaves. From my experiences, waking up in an adoption center isn’t pleasant for ferals.” The monster asked them.
Willow and Renegade looked at each other, before shrugging. Why not? Besides, they needed to get back to Pearl before they tore up the apartment. “Sure, we can handle it.” Willow decided.
“Good, let me just get him and you can take him with you.” She said, before rushing back into the medical wing to grab the currently-unconscious bitty. She soon returned with him, and Renegade took him carefully into his hands.
“Good luck.” The monster told them, before disappearing into other parts of the adoption center.
“Portal?” Renegade asked Willow, who gave him a grin.
“Portal.” They replied, already opening one up as Aquamarine squirmed from his new place in Willow’s scarf. They stepped through into their shared apartment, which was only slightly chaotic due to Opal, their resident Endogerus bitty, raining havoc. Said three foot tall bitty skidded to a halt in front of them.
“Not now, love, we have an injured with us.” Willow soothed the Endogerus, who let out a whine and head(s)butted Willow directly in their muzzle, who proceeded to splutter, as Renegade made his way to the couch, ignoring Aquamarine’s laughter. He pulled together a few of the blankets kept on the cough to make a small nest for the injured bitty, complete with pillow back support for optimal lounging.
He sat the bitty down in the middle of the middle, careful to mind the injuries. While in the medical wing, they had cleaned him up. His fur now showed cyan patterns on white fur, and snow white bones. Scars littered all exposed parts of the bitty’s body, which is to say, all of it. It made Renegade wonder what clan type the bitty belonged to.
“So.” Renegade cut through the noise, “What are we gonna do now?”
