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Buttercup's Hidden in Piles of Sticks

Chapter 21.
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[Now Playing: Alien Boy by Oliver Tree]
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[POV: PURPLED]

Purpled groaned as he leaned down and picked up another stick, huffing in annoyance as they were jabbed by a stick in their wrist. His wrists and fingers were now covered in small cuts and scratches from having to pick up the sticks, and the occasional dead thorny vine. Luckily it didn't cause too much bleeding, or at least most of them didn't.

A stick they'd picked up a few hours ago when he had just started working on the lawn, had ended up stabbing their forearm, and he had to take a break until the bleeding stopped. They were sure it would come out of his pay, but at least he didn't have a huge cut that would end up getting infected.

The people he was working for, a man and a woman, had left a while ago to go shopping or something, he had been too busy sweeping their porch to really pay attention to what they'd said.

But it was going to be worth it, he was sure it would be. Purpled had been saving up money for a while now, a few months ago on a hike he was taking they'd seen a old messed up car, it looked completely fine on the outside, besides being covered in dirt and having some scratches, and one of the back door handles were rusted over...

But at least they knew that they would be able to fix up the truck himself, when he had been younger he had worked a job at a auto repair shop where they gave him minimum wage and he always ended up working overtime. It was generally horrible working conditions, but at least they'd been able to learn how to fix up cars.

Well, the car had one big issue. It was missing its engine, the whole thing, and a radio, and a few other parts. But they'd been sure that they'd be able to fix it up if he could just save up enough money. So, Purpled had slowly, pushed the car into a alcove where nobody would look.

Plus since then, they'd brought out more stuff to use, like he had toolboxes, cleaning supplies, and other things stuffed into the truck for easy access.

Purpled's head shot up as he heard a noise, being brought out of his thoughts as well. He looked up to see two young children, a little girl who looked about seven, and a little boy who must've been four or five. He started at them, and they both stared back.

The little boy was holding onto a little cow stuffed animal, it was a soft pastel color with flowers decorating its back, and very clearly well loved, the little girl was holding a similarly worn out stuffed animal of a blue squid looking creature.

"Where's your parents?" Purpled finally asked as he held onto a stick in his hands, unsure of the two little 'creatures' that stood in front of him.

"They went out, mommy said a boy with silly colored eyes would make us a snacky, us if we got hungry." The girl explained, she was stumbling over her words and seemed slightly scared of him. Which was understandable, Purpled had been told he didn't look very approachable or friendly, and he didn't really like little kids anyways.

"Erm, can't you guys get something yourself?" Purpled questioned the seven year old girl as he shoved their hands into his pockets awkwardly.

The little girl shook her head, and then nudged the little boy who quickly shook his head as well. The little boy seemed even more nervous than his sister, and refused to make eye contact with Purpled when they looked at him. Purpled didn't mind.