What a weird little guy Octo is! No ones ever seen his caregiver before. How COOL is that!? Though, its not like he needs one anyways, Octo gets by just fine. Any little would feel incompetent just standing next to him. But what they dont realize, i...
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Octo
"Where's your caregiver little guy?"
Octo squeezed his eyes shut and began to slowly grind his teeth together in an attempt to keep his temper in check. Going out today was a mistake.
He glanced up at the man, then looked back at his phone. This was an hourly occurrence that was beginning to irk him. He could feel the man getting impatient and it made him a little bit pleased at how he stressed the man so.
"Not much of a talker are we, huh?" The man replied with a light chuckle.
"Don't got one mister" Octo replied. He put down his phone and ice cream, and looked the man dead in the eye. These kind of conversations never ended well.
The man was shocked, and rightly so. It wasn't common for Littles to be seen in public without their corresponding Caregivers. It was even in the law. This kind of stuff is what puts people behind bars for years.
Well thank heavens Octo wasn't a Little.
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Well, while he physically looks like a little, he feels a lot stronger, smarter, and better than a little. He can't really explain that to people anymore, so Octo just comes off as an extremely stubborn and disobedient child.
It sucks sometimes, but he will never admit to being a little, even if his life was on the line.
Anyways, where was I..
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Octo slowly stood up and backed away. He didn't want to look hostile, or someone might actually bend him over their knee and spank him.
"Hey kid! W-where are you off to?" yelled the man.
Oh no, Octo thought. He's going to come at me.
He spied his bike leaning against a tree and thought of a plan. A smile crept up on his face and he dropped his ice-cream.
It hit the ground with a splat!
Then he looked up at the man and pursed his lips as if he was going to cry. This trick always worked.
"Ohh n-no no! Don't cry little guy!! Uhh- um h-here I'll get you another one. H-how does that sound? Yes? You w-wait right here and we'll have you a new one right away!!", the man stuttered and stumbled, obviously freaking out at the idea of a Little crying because of him.
He tied something around the bench leg and dashed of into the park to get him another cone. Octo smiled widely and pat himself on the back at how well he pulled that off.
He turned to go when something caught his eye. It was the thing the man tied to the bench. How had he not noticed it before?
There, kneeling on the ground was a pet. It had tan skin and messy brown hair. He couldn't see its eyes because it was looking down.
