A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

Lucella Elementary - Chapter 6

TIME FOR THE BUN BUN HAHAHAHHA

Okay, being serious here, here we're introducing Blaise the bunny, aka Bunny! Uhm, I'll be changing Foxi's name to Vulpine also! It still relates to 'fox', so it'll just be a quick name change!

Anyways, onto the story!

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CW: Murder/death, violence, traumatic experience(s) references

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Vulpine narrowed their eyes at the building, with a slight frown.

"C'mon, we should get going," Dixon murmured beside them, creeping in the shadows to the door. Vulpine sighed. The argument left an imprint on them. Maybe they ARE a bad friend. They should have done something different.

They shook their head, following Dixon's path closely. He slid through the glass doors, holding it open so Vulpine could slip through.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and turned it on, leaning into it. "We're here. What now..?" He asked into the silence quietly, seeming on edge.

O̵h̵!̸ ̷G̵o̷o̵d̷,̶ ̴g̴o̵o̷d̴.̸ ̸I̸ ̵b̶e̶l̴i̵e̵v̸e̵ ̵s̶h̷e̷ ̶i̶s̷ ̵o̷n̴ ̸t̸h̴e̴ ̸s̴e̶c̴o̶n̸d̶ ̴s̴t̷o̵r̵y̵,̶ ̴m̷a̷y̸b̶e̶ ̶f̸i̷r̷s̶t̵?̵ ̸E̶i̶t̸h̷e̷r̵ ̴w̷a̸y̴,̸ ̸f̴i̶n̸d̶ ̸h̵e̵r̴ ̷a̸n̶d̵ ̷g̸e̸t̴ ̶t̵o̶ ̷t̷h̴e̸ ̷s̷e̵w̷e̴r̶s̵,̷ ̵y̷o̵u̷ ̷c̴a̶n̶ ̸m̴a̴k̸e̸ ̵a̴ ̵q̶u̸i̶c̷k̴ ̶e̴s̸c̵a̵p̷e̴ ̴t̵h̷e̴r̷e̵.̵ ̷ The device garbled, the other side seeming to have loud background noises.

"Wait, wait, wouldn't there be infected?" They questioned, pulling the walkie-talkie closer to them.

"Obviously dum-dum." Dixon mused, honking them in the head with his open hand. "Probably why he needs an elite team to help rescue her." He grinned, looking quite smug.

"Oh quit it you," Vulpine said, giving him a friendly shove. "We are two people who nearly died like 5 times."

U̸h̶m̶,̶ ̶i̵f̵ ̸y̷o̸u̷'̶r̸e̴ ̵q̵u̷i̸t̷e̶ ̷d̶o̴n̸e̴ ̶n̶o̴w̵-̸. Mr. P inquired.

"Sorry!-" They both said at the same time, Vulpine looking at Dixon with a grin. Healing friendship anyone?

̸W̸o̶r̴r̷y̷ ̸n̴o̸t̴!̴ ̷J̴u̵s̴t̵,̸ ̶h̸u̷r̷r̴y̶?̶ ̶P̵l̸e̵a̷s̶e̷?̴ ̴W̷e̴ ̴m̵i̸g̵h̶t̸ ̶h̷a̴v̶e̸ ̴t̵o̵ ̶b̶a̵r̴r̴i̸c̶a̵d̵e̶ ̴o̶u̵r̴s̸e̷l̷v̶e̸s̷ ̷a̷n̶d̵ ̴y̸o̵u̵ ̵a̴l̸l̸ ̷m̶i̶g̸h̴t̶ ̸n̴o̴t̴ ̶m̴a̸k̵e̷ ̷i̴t̴ ̶b̸a̶c̴k̴ ̷i̶n̶ ̵t̷i̴m̷e̸.̴ ̴

The entrance was silent for a second. "Wat." Dixon deadpanned, creasing his eyebrows.

A sudden noise made Vulpine look up and glance around. "Uh, not meaning to worry you, uh, mystery-guy, but how many infected were there?-" They hissed, dragging the walkie-talkie to their face.

O̶n̶e̵?̸ ̷M̴a̴y̷b̶e̵ ̴m̴o̶r̸e̴,̸ ̴i̸f̷ ̸t̵h̸e̸y̸'̷v̴e̴ ̵s̴t̴r̴a̵y̵e̵d̴ ̴i̷n̶s̷i̴d̶e̷.̵ ̴W̵h̴y̷.̸.̴?̸ ̶ Mr. P answered cautiously. Vulpine groaned, facepalming. Or halfway palming? How does it work with a mask-

̸O̵h̴ ̴d̵e̵a̶r̷,̷ ̸I̸'̴l̴l̸ ̴g̸e̶t̵ ̵g̸o̵i̶n̵g̶.̶ ̶G̴o̵o̵d̶ ̶l̴u̶c̶k̸ ̵y̸o̶u̴ ̶t̷w̴o̸!̴ ̷ The other end cut off to static. Dixon turned the walkie-talkie off, looking around.