I may be a child, but...

Mumza's Claim

He awoke to a dry and achy throat. His eyes blurred when he opened them and he was forced to close them due to a blinding light that assaulted his eye balls. Who the fuck put the sun right in front of his face? He went to middle finger the bitch when he found he couldn't move his limbs at all. All he could feel was panic as his limbs seemed to be full of cement. He could feel nothing below his chest, and what he could feel burned so badly. When the sensation caught up to his lagging mind he cried out as best as he could because it hurt hurt hurt hurt. He's so sorry, he promises, just please. Stop the hurt. It hurt so bad. please please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

There was a yelling nearby that made him sob out his please like a broken record. Chuffs and deep clicks are what soothed him out of his panic. Fur brushed over his hands and arms, pulling them away from clawing his face. Wait, when did his hands get to his face? Wasn't he not able to move them? Opening his eyes again, he did not see polished white walls, but instead dusty outdoors. Dust and debris flying around as building chunks surrounded him. He looked down to his body and found a large piece of cement on top of himself.

...What?

Why is there so much blood? Where were his kids? Why why why why why?

What happened to bee? Boo? What about Purpled? The kids? If he's hurt, prime knows what happened to him.

He was brought back out for his head by soft furry paws scratching their way through his grimy and bloody hair.

Who was with him?

Trying to move shot pain throughout him, the loud gutteral scream he let out only made his throat more sore and caused blood to fill his throat. Cawing of birds screeched above him, making his head pound in pain. Chuffs reverberated through his head. When had his head moved?

His senses were sluggish and he was so tired.

So so tired, please just let him sleep.

When. He closed his eyes for a little too long he was shaken lightly, a panicked voice he only heard part of.

" No-..-no-...-can't-...-dont-...-fall asleep-...-open your eyes-...-please-...-kid-"

That's funny, why does it sound familiar? He racked his brain for the memory of the familiar voice before giving up and opening his eyes and looking at the person who is speaking so softly and nice to him -please don't stop- finding red eyes and pink fur.

He reached his hand up to the others face, feeling the nice soft fur.

"Pretty"

A loopy smile slapped on his face in no time. Thoughts all focussed on his new friend didn't last long. His mind wandered to his kids. Where were they? They weren't supposed to leave his side. A broken chirp clawed its way through his torn throat.

The hand rubbing his arms tightened, and continued soon after. That's not what he wanted. He wanted his chicks, please. He promises to be good. Please please please.

" What's-...- kid?"

It was a question. One he couldn't hear all of, maybe it was a test? Oh no. Does he not get his kids if he doesn't pass?

More broken chirps and whistles spill from his bleeding mouth.

"Please".

It was all he could make out with all of his noises. The stupid noises they taught him to not use. Stupid mouth, it's going to get him in trouble. Then he'll never see his chicks.

" Plea-...- at?"

Okay. He can do this. That had to be something. Maybe they want him to ask for them? Is this more training? Okay. He could do this. He promises. He'll be good. He just wants his flock. He'll do anything.