Little Story 15
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(Warnings for uh, broken bitty bones)
“What is that…!” you exclaim, staring at the picture on your screen. The bittie’s face is contorted in pain, attempting to hold what’s left of the dangling bone to his arm. “Is… Is this how you bleed!?”
Coughing comes from your right, and you look over to find the bitty on your shoulder making a face. He instinctively holds a similar part of his arm, squeezing it lightly while watching the screen. “I-I dunno! I’ve never fuckin’ opened my bones ta find out!”
“You’ve never scratched yourself by accident or something before!”
“Not enough that weird shit comes outta me! N’ I’ve been banged up all sorts’a places!” He grunts a little, like he’s chocking something down. “Th-The hell r’ ya humans doin’ posting shit like this online fer anyway!”
You quickly scroll down, looking at the message board, but most of the comments are asking about what happened rather than being helpful. You do notice one that seems a little odd.
Hold him, he needs to be held.
But there isn’t much after that.
You look at the bitty sitting across your makeshift heating pad and make a decision. You have to see what’s going on with his body. You place your phone down and reach for him, feeling his icy cold frame through his clothes. He’s still so stiff, his chest barely moving as you hook a finger under his filthy shirt, pulling up gently. You meet resistance as the shirt seems to have almost bonded to his ribcage from the blue substance stained all around it.
“Hey…!” A menacing growl comes from your shoulder. You feel something sharp jab into your neck, the air is one with garbage stench. “The hell r’ya doin’…?”
“I… We need to look…” You say feeling the bitty clawed hand press against the flesh of your skin. He’s stood into a crouching position, holding onto your shirt for balance while he threatens you with his other hand. “You know we need to look…” You say again, more urgently this time.
The bitty on your shoulder seems to think, before settling down and removing his claws. “I really will kill ya…” He mutters. “So don’t do nothin’ weird…”
You wait a beat, before continuing, slowly tugging at the bitty on your lap’s shirt and finally feeling it peel away.
“S-Shit…” You hear muttered from your shoulder, and you have to agree. Blue cracks run down the bittie’s ribcage, and you notice immediately that some of the lower floating ribs are snapped off at the tips. The strange coagulated blue fluid seems to have come from the open cracks in the bitties bones, and has probably been accumulating around in his shirt for hours… days…? It smells off, like soured fruit, and you feel yourself heave a little from the combined smell of both bitties… or is it from what you’re seeing…?
“The hell did they DO!” The bitty on your shoulder snarls, and you feel him rocking back and forth as he tries to contain his rage.
“He didn’t tell you?”
“NO! What the hell!”
You flinch when you feel the bitties grip tighten just a little too much and his claws dig into your skin. You catch your hand moving instinctively, and stop it hovering somewhere between your shoulder and the bitty at your lap.
W-Watch it…” The bitty on your shoulder snaps, before realizing what he’s doing and removing his claws.
“S-Sorry…” You mumble, bringing your hand back to the bitty in your lap.
You’ve discovered where the blue substance is coming from, but…
What do you do next?
1 The bitty needs handling. Cover the bitty and attempt to heat him up further, using another heat pack and your hands.
2 The bitty stinks and needs washing, prepare a warm bath in your sink and attempt to wash off the horrid smelling blue substance.
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