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Little Amby

Hey y'all!!! So I got bored and decided to write my own lil thing about when Little Amby was homeless and everything. It is pretty rushed bc i'm so tired so pls don't hate me xx

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!!

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My lungs were exploding as I heaved deeply, feeling every jagged stone and twig dig into the bottom of my feet due to my tattered, outgrown shoes as I sprinted.

Aggravated shouts and bellows could be heard from an alarmingly close distance behind me.

I pumped my legs hard, barely even feeling them anymore. They just felt like spaghetti connected to my torso. The freezing, whistling wind was targeting my face, feeling like icicles were impaling themselves into my skin.

The footsteps were getting louder. More prominent. I hugged the small loaf of bread to my chest, even though I felt like collapsing from over-exertion, I still sprinted. I couldn't let this meal be taken back from me. I just couldn't.

"You little scoundrel! You are not getting away with this, wait till I get my hands on you!" The baker screamed, his face lava red even though the chilling wind was blowing fiercely in his face as he ran, him and the local guards not far behind.

I ignored the threats, my level of stress was high enough, it didn't need to get any higher.

I felt a small ounce of relief when I could see the forest, I could throw them off of my trail. Just as I got closer and closer, a coach with glorious steeds recklessly turned a corner, and came bustling down the streets out of nowhere.

"Move boy!" The horseman yelled, the stallions thundering up a dust storm as they galloped at a terrifying speed towards me.

I leaped out of the way, letting out an "Oof!" at the hard impact of when I hit the concrete. The cart  carelessly whizzed past, leaving me on the floor. I immediately regretted what I did when I heard the yells get closer, wishing I had just let those horses trample me.

I hid the bread underneath my scrawny body before hearing the familiar, angered voice. "Who do you think you are, coming to my bakery and stealing my food!" The bulky man stomped towards my limp form. I desperately gasped in unlabored breaths, trying to regain back the energy to even lift my head up.

Thankfully the baker did it for me, I winced as I felt his firm grip on my dirty, black hair, yanking on it in order to lift my head up. That's when my blue eyes met his green ones. Angry, green ones.

I also noticed the multiple pairs of well-crafted shoes surrounding me. The guards. I was trapped.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself!?" He shook my head, roughly.

I swallowed, wetting my dry throat before replying.

"Please... I haven't eaten in a week." I rasped, exhaustedly. "I have no money. If I did, I would've paid you. Please. I'm begging you, please." I pleaded. If I had to go another day without devouring anything, I would lose my mind.

"That sounds like a problem that doesn't concern me." The baker mocked.

My lip quivered. I could feel my eyes getting glossier. Was I going to cry? No! Be a man! Men don't cry. Men. Don't. Cry.

I inhaled deeply through my nose, quickly blinking away the salty moisture in my eyes.

"Hand over the bread, boy." A guard interjected, kicking me hard enough to roll me off of my stomach so that I was laying on my back, the bread I held enclosed to my chest now easily accessible.