#somftchilds

[mediicusvitae]

@somftchilds​​ said: " I'm jjust anyagi...nnoth...nothing medical abbout it!!! "

“Nonsense, Gala-chan... There’s medical curiosity to be had about everything. Especially the anyagi’s unique anatomy.”

[pertumultuose]

@somftchilds​

The doctors had left the door open after her daily check-up. Not that they were really doctors, anyway, but that’s what they called themselves in front of her. She was sure it was a lie, after all, no doctor she’d ever seen had behaved like they had, and while she might not really know the law, she was sure it wasn’t legal to take children from their homes without their parents consent, like they had done to her, deadly disease or not (And what deadly disease was she supposed to have? She felt perfectly fine, she hadn’t even had a stomache in months!)

She kept this to herself, however. There was no point in expressing her doubts, she’d realized, after the only thing they caused was for the ‘doctors’ around her to become more wary of her. She needed to find out what was really going on, and how to leave this place, and for that she needed to be underestimated. The less of a threat she was considered, the better chance she had of someone slipping and giving her a chance to investigate or run away.

Which was exactly what happened. 

Mocha slowly approached the office’s door, checking to see if the doctor had truly left her alone, door open, and no guards outside to escort her back to Biscuit Room. No one was outside. No one was watching. 

But someone would be back soon, surely. 

Mocha took her chance. Taking careful but quick steps, trying her best not to make any sound, she headed towards the side of the facility to the left of Biscuit Room. This was where she suspected the back entrance to be, where she’d seen doctors go to and not come back until hours had passed, their uniforms smelling of fresh air. She knew more or less where the front entrance should be, but… There was the walk-in freezer that way, and she didn’t want to have to be alone in that room full of giant corpses. 

The outside had to be cold. There weren’t any windows for her to see what the outside was actually like, but she’d tried placing her hands on the metal walls at various times, trying to decipher when daylight was, and which sides of the facilities were east and west, but nothing. The metal had always been cold, extremely so. Then she’d seen snow on the doctor’s boots, one time he had forgotten to clean them before entering Biscuit Room, and everything had made sense. It was a winter island. She had no clothes except the stupid white dress they made her wear, but she could figure out how to get shelter once she was outside. She’d find a marine outpost in town, alert them of the situation, try to get help for the other kids…

She quickly hid behind a set of pipes. The back entrance was within her sight, and a group of doctors was near it. They seemed to be talking between themselves, something about Master Caesar’s plan. It wasn’t important right now, but she made sure to catch every snippet of conversation she could. Might come in useful, later, when the marines asked her to help in their investigation. 

The doctors (guards, probably. They weren’t really doctors, she had to remind herself again) approached the door. She felt lucky as she sighed in relief. She’d be able to sneak out, maybe she’d ask someone for directions to the closest marine base… 

Following at a careful distance, she saw the guards leave the facility and close the door behind them. No one was behind her, and there was nobody left in the room except for her.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure the doctors wouldn’t see her trailing behind them, she slowly walked towards the door, pulling the handle to open it. She’d been growing taller these past few months, she thought. Back when she’d been first brought here, she wouldn’t have been able to reach the handle. She was still shorter than the doctors, but she was pretty sure kids her age weren’t supposed to be this tall just yet. 

To say the outside was cold would’ve been a terrible understatement. It was freezing. She trembled for a moment, her body missing the warmth of the facility. She shouldn’t go back, but… She wasn’t sure she’d last out here. The snow gathering around her didn’t let her see much, but the facility didn’t seem to be inside a town. She’d need to walk whatever distance was needed until she reached the rural part of the island, and in these clothes…

Quickly making up her mind, she went back to the facility, grabbing a cloth bag hanging from the wall, one she was pretty sure was often used for bringing in supplies, and ripped it open, placing it around her shoulders like a cape. That’d have to be enough. 

As she left the facility, she headed towards the side that was opposite from the sea. She had no clue as to how to pinpoint the town’s location, so she’d just have to keep her eyes open for it. 

Walking was cold, though, her young limbs too used to the warmth of Biscuit Room. And as open as her eyes were, there was no town in sight, not at least as far as she could see…

But there were footprints. 

They weren’t footprints like the doctors’, at least she didn’t think so, they seemed more like… holes? Tiny ones, and there were plants growing near them. Someone else might’ve thought it was a coincidence, but Mocha wasn’t so sure. She hadn’t seen plants anywhere else on the island, especially not ones like these. 

Maybe it was a monster…

The footprints were too small for it to be something big, but it could have needle-like legs and a bigger body, like a spider…

As she got lost in thought, crouching down next to the footprints and trying to investigate their origin, she heard the ground rumble. Lifting her gaze from the ground, alarmed, she caught glimpse of a shadow settling on top the footprints she was observing. 

Something was standing behind her. 

[son-of-beast]

@somftchilds​ asked:

" i'll give you s sake...but only!! only if yyou don't t tell anyone i'm h here!! " ( baby yamy? baby yamy- )

“You have sake...?” Yamato recalled the few drops he’s managed to lap up in the past, a miniscule amount. Previously Kaido didn’t exactly care, but he still never gave him an actual cup of the mesmerizing liquid. Now, however, he certainly wasn’t allowed anything...! He didn’t imagine this weird-looking goat girl creature would have it, who even was she? But he wouldn’t complain, he’d take whatever he could get. It could ease the pain if only for a moment.

“I won’t tell anyone... Are you not supposed to be here...?”

[medicus-mortem]

   “And she’s just making it worse,” Law says, sighing as he watches all this stupid. Lamy really needs to accept that she’s creepy. He has and he’s better for it. Doesn’t even care that the soft looking goat doesn’t like him.

[kittus-sideshow-shindig]

Sure is a nice day for your subordinates to be plotting your death via plague flower. Zoom Zoom am i right fellas.

[sogekyng-a]

@somftchilds​ asked:

" p pabbi!!!! " oh god oh frick there's a goat running and JUMP HUGGING INTO USOPP-

      HIS GOAT CHILD!!!!!! 

           “gala! sweetheart!” he was going to hold her in his arms and never let her go.

[tsvestidiabolus]

@somftchilds​ // 

Really, she’d never expected to see a fluffy... creature of sorts wind up on this island, lying on the sand like some sort of shipwreck.  Robin swallows, forcing down the memory that threatened to tear her apart of a giant in the same situation, and approaches the creature.

“Hello?” she asks, voice soft. “Did - did you need water?”

She shouldn’t be so trusting of strangers.  The two months of living after - after the incident taught her as much.  But something tells her this creature won’t attack.

[xamassed]

｢ @somftchilds​  ｣

" ccan you talk to tthem too? i think they like yyou a...lot! " ( gala referring to plants-- 👀 @ Rowan )

Tiny hands with pudgy fingers petted oh-so gently at the thick, umbrella-sized leaves bowed before the two. The question presented to her was a good one, but she didn’t know where to start her answer.

“I don’t.  .  . use words.” She began uncertainly. “We don’t talk like how you and me do. But I feel them, and it feels like words.” Little Rowan let loose a disgruntled huff. Sometimes, finding the proper explination was difficult. She could, at least, continue with more confidence than before. “This tree likes you too.”