arrow-feather

[arrow-feather]

🪶 ….it’s blinking rapidly.

heyyy, Rita... Cooper wants to eat you :3

🟢 Huh. Cooper’s dead?

[arrow-feather]

🪶 Riri, what is that glowing green button on Rattron?

heyyy, Rita... Cooper wants to eat you :3

🟢 Huh. Cooper’s dead?

[arrow-feather]

🪶 Oh…

*A warmth washes over them. Dammit.*

O- Ok…

🪶 *Arrow suddenly jolts awake, feeling cold and disoriented.*

*To their surprise, Rita is leaning against the wall of the hollow, chowing down on some toast*

Y- You’re still here??

[arrow-feather]

🪶 I have absolutely no idea what that means. I don’t know if I even like this place.

🪶 *Arrow suddenly jolts awake, feeling cold and disoriented.*

*To their surprise, Rita is leaning against the wall of the hollow, chowing down on some toast*

Y- You’re still here??

[arrow-feather]

🪶 tch- I don’t need any friends. I just need…

*..what do they need?*

*’please…live happy for us…’*

*Their feathers twitch uncomfortably*

I…maybe some company…maybe it would be good for me. You’re much less annoying than that hedgehog.

🪶 *Arrow suddenly jolts awake, feeling cold and disoriented.*

*To their surprise, Rita is leaning against the wall of the hollow, chowing down on some toast*

Y- You’re still here??

[arrow-feather]

🪶 I- I’m good, but thank you.

…I just don’t really get it, though. Why are you still here? Do you want something from me??

🪶 *Arrow suddenly jolts awake, feeling cold and disoriented.*

*To their surprise, Rita is leaning against the wall of the hollow, chowing down on some toast*

Y- You’re still here??

[arrow-feather]

🪶 *Arrow suddenly jolts awake, feeling cold and disoriented.*

*To their surprise, Rita is leaning against the wall of the hollow, chowing down on some toast*

Y- You’re still here??

[arrow-feather]

🪶 *Arrow hazily opens their eyes. It’s still dark out, and rain still trickles onto the wood of the trees*

*Something warm is pressed against them. It’s Rita, leaning on their side, tail wrapped around himself, ears draped over their face. Arrow is torn between wanting to move and not wanting to disturb the sleeping rat*

*There’s something so…nice about her. Arrow can’t understand it. She looked Mobian, but was born and raised on Earth, completely unaware of the wars and pain that happened on Arrow’s planet.*

*She looked at them with curiosity and excitement rather than fear or disdain*

*A sudden wave of something washes over them. Protectiveness? Respect? Understanding? It’s so strange. They hardly know him. Why do they feel so..*

*Slowly, Arrow drapes their wing around Rita, letting themself relax a tiny bit. Rita stirs slightly, and makes a small trilling noise, sighing deeply. They must be having a good dream.*

*Arrow feels heat rise to their face*

Weird…I must have a cold…

[arrow-feather]

🪶 …

*Arrow shuffles nervously and settles down a little*

*And soon enough…they feel their eyelids grow heavy…*

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 F- Friend?? I just met you-

But I guess…we could be like, acquaintances or something.

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 That’s…

*They fluff out their feathers*

Yeah…that’s better.

Thanks, Rita.

You don’t have to like- stay with me or anything.

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 Wh- Whoa, hey!!

*Their face flushed a bit, but they let Rita pull them along. The two stop under four strange trees twisted together to make a little shelter*

Ah…

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 Like- a human house? No thanks. I don’t want help from humans.

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 *They hesitantly take it from Rita’s hand and nibble on a little. Instantly, their eyes light up*

*They shove piece after piece into their beak, hungrily devouring the bacon*

So….so good!!

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 What uh…what is this?

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 Huh? I’m not hun-

*their stomach growls and they wince as a hunger pang hits them*

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*

[arrow-feather]

🪶 *Arrow narrows their eyes and tilts their head, trying to get a read on this strange person*

I’m Arrow Feather, but just call me Arrow, please.

🪶 *Arrow half lands half collapses into the forest. It’s pouring rain, the perfect cover for their quiet sobs. They curl their wings around themself desperately, wanting any kind of familiar warmth. But they haven’t had that kind of warmth in ages.*