Three Bitty Monsters (REWRITE)

A Bitty Problem.

"Hey, how's it hanging," you ask before quickly throwing yourself on the hard concrete behind you as you see a small skull like dragon ready shoot at you.

You roll back and get to the other side of the fountain.

"Very civilized." You say dryly and you pull out a small stick of tape from your bag.

You didn't know what these guys were, but you really didn't need to have them on your ass cause you saw them.

Although you weren't quite sure what to do with them once you (hopefully) got the box shut again.

Dump them in the ocean? You doubted skeletons could swim, and if trapped in a box, they'd surely drown.

...

But for no reason in particular.... You didn't want to head to the ocean, it was a long walk anyways.

Throw it in a dumpster? You definitely could, but if they woke someone up and convinced the fellow to let them out, you could have a slight issue.

Lighting it in fire seemed like the easiest way to get rid of it....

But....

What the hell am I thinking?

Trying kill it? Them? What are you doing? That's.... murder.... It's wrong...

You ask yourself these questions as the box moves a bit.

Oh dick and balls, their getting on the dragon thing.

You decide to sit on the edge of the fountain.

And you wait.

It feels time slows down, and you observed as a dragon skull thing with goop dripping from it's eyes emerges from the box, stopping about a foot or so above it.

You notice how the skull is several times larger than the skeletons, and how it seems to belong to the once with goopy eyes.

You quitetly observe them as they do the same to you.

They all wore a blue hoodie and some black shorts, with pink slippers and a white shirt, although the goopster wore a turtleneck and not a t-shirt like the other two.

Speaking of which, the goopy one was honestly the most simple of them, nearly having no variation to the previous description, except it (he?) had goop running from his blank eyes (eyesockets?), and a red target... Soul? It seemed like a soul, he also seemed oddly calm and... Unemotional.

The next skeleton looked simaler to the first, but it has some... weird powdery stuff all over it, and it's eyes didn't have goop streaks running from them, it did however have pinpricks in its eyes, which every few seconds would get a red and/or blue ring around them, like it was nervous or under some type of emotional stress.

R/relatable.

The last skeleton was..... Kinda unnerving to be honest.
It was exactly the same as the prior description, but... Bloodier. It has a large bloodstain on the front of it's shirt, and it had a singular, large red eye in its socket, adorned by a large hole in it's skull. It twitched sometimes, which was unnerving.

You weren't sure how it was still alive, or if it was even ALIVE at all.

They seem to finish taking you in, yet they keep staring and you start to get nervous.... Gah! You fucking hate being stared at......

. . .

"Uh... I know I'm great and a lot to take in but.... It's considered impolite to stare, y'know?" You say, in an attempt to lighten the mood and also to get them to quit staring at you.

The bloody one moves a bit, and after a moment chuckles unervingly.

"Well sorry pal, I didn't mean tibia rude." He says and now it's your turn to stare.

You feel a bubble in your chest that you haven't felt an a long time and you let out a couple of laughs.

You grin slightly and stand up, now directly in front of the skeletons and the dragon skull.

"Heh, your funny, aren't you?" You ask and he chuckles a bit at that and you join in with some half fake - half real laughter while the other two look at you like your crazy.

Did they really have to fuckin stare..?

...

The silence is deafening and extremely awkward as neither can find what to say, so out of desire to end the silence (and staring) you ask your conversation starter.

"So, how are you?" You ask and they seem to realize that you genuinely expect an answer.... Hmm, perhaps they don't talk much either.

"Uh, well," the shortest one, the one covered in dust starts, "despite being suddenly small and in a box, I'm doing no worse than usual."

That seems to imply he is normally feeling like shit.

...

Fair enough.

...

"Well.... Uh...." You start, "This is going absolutely no where, so I'm gonna uh... Leaf you all to it, ey?" You say and you feel a bit smug at the chuckles you got out from the bloody and they dusty one...

...While the goopy one stayed a stone faced as ever- actually, he looked pretty deep in thought.

"So uh.... Have fun at the park.... I .... Uh... I think I'm just gonna-" You start to back away before you hear some cracking in the sky, and you see a flash of lightning as rain pours from the dark clouds.

The once starry sky was now dark, and you could just barely make out the moon from between the cloud cover. Stupid fucking rain.

You put you gun in your pocket and unwrap your hoodie from your waist, unwilling to take your eyes off the skeletons for more than a second.

You quickly pull the maroon hoodie over your head and-

...

Ah fuck knuckles.

...

Where'd they go?

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Hey guys! This story will be updated every weekend (I hope) and if I feel up to it, I may update it multiple times a week, I also proofread my stories now, but let me know if anything is misspelled and I will try to fix it! I'm really happy that you all enjoy this and remember.

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