Author's Note: This one is quite a long one. But, I'm happy that I finally got done with it. It's pretty much how I wanted it to come out.
Well, I didn't like how some points of it read, but I can't think of a way to fix 'em. Personally, I don't even want to fix it anymore. I may just mess it up somehow.
So. Enjoy.
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(Two weeks after pt. 1)
BigB's POV:
It's been a few weeks since I respawned and became stuck in this cursed world. Luckily, there's been quite a few positive things that've happened since that's happened.
For example:
The cave base that Lizzie, myself, and Scott resided within had evolved from a small and cramped space into a decent sized space. Said space had a working kitchen, a small bathroom, a living room (with a comfy couch for me), and an actual bedroom (Where Lizzie slept).
Scott, meanwhile, still lived within the hole in the wall that he had dug out. Speaking of the owl man himself, he was still fast asleep in the dug out; he'd been asleep for most of the day now.
" Is he okay?" I questioned Lizzie as she came out of the kitchen with a tray of food. Lizzie looked over at the dugout.
" I... He should be? I haven't seen him favoring any specific limb recently." Lizzie tilted her head as she set the tray down.
I frowned and shook my head.
" Not what I meant." I mumbled, " I meant that he's been sleeping a lot more."
Lizzie tiredly raised an eyebrow. I let out a sigh as my eyebrows narrowed together, " You've known him longer than I have, Lizzie. You must know something, anything, about owl hybrids."
As Lizzie continued to stare at me, I took the moment to take my steak and bread off of the platter. Lizzie shook her head and flinched as her tail swished and brushed against her leg.
" I know.... I know that I should." Lizzie mumbled back, " I just... I'm still at a lost for words at all this, BigB. Which is very much unlike me."
That's odd.
I thought to myself.
Lizzie's usually got something to say about everything. Or at least, she may have a joke or small comment to change the subject.
Instead of questioning her, I simply gave her a soft nod. Lizzie nodded back and picked the tray back up. I then watched as she walked over to the dugout.
Tap
Tip
Tap
Lizzie's worn shoes tapped against the cave floor as she walked over to the dugout. Then, the merhybrid's tail swished as she lowered the tray to the ground and cleared her throat.
" S-Scott!" Lizzie called out as she crossed her arms behind her back, " I've got you some raw rabbit!" she forced a smile as her ear fins lowered. After she finished speaking, the hybrid briefly bowed her head before heading back over to me.
Then, the ritual that took over our everyday began:
First, Lizzie grabbed at a wall screen and pulled it until it divided the couch from the dugout.
Next, she would look and me and I'd nod and set my food to the side.
After that, Lizzie would open a small portion of the screen until the two of us could see through.
