The Lamb {OLD}

Disrupting the Ritual

"Well this is the end..." Y/N thinks to himself as he's carried off to the sacrificial table. He tries his best to stay positive about the situation, "this is good, right?" he thinks. "I'm partaking in a ritual that my peers often dream of being in but.." His thoughts are soon drowned out by the ritualistic chanting of his fellow peers. There's nothing he can do, he didn't volunteer he was chosen, which makes him special, as his family would say. Y/N shuts his eyes so he doesn't have to watch as the dagger is plunged into his chest, no he'll just feel it instead. "I lived a good life.." He mutters to himself, "I did great things...I served my leader well, this end is welcomed and deserved. I will be free.."

He waits however nothing has happened. No daggers in his chest and in fact the chanting had come to an abrupt stop, what was going on? Y/N opened his eyes once again thinking maybe he had already been sacrificed and was now dead, but no that wasn't the case at all. Standing in the way was a small lamb, the last of its kind even, and it was interrupting a sacred ritual. 

"How dare you, little lamb?" One member shouts, pointing the dagger at the lamb. In fact everyone's attention had been shifted to this intruder. 

The group lunges at the lamb, some with their fists and others with daggers yet they were no match for the skilled ball of fluff. He took them all out one by one with his sword, all while Y/N had begin to try and escape the ropes that kept him tied to the sacrificial table. He laid there struggling for a few moments not realizing the chaos of violence and blood surrounding him, "C'mon..." he grunted to himself, finally getting an arm free. Y/N let out a sigh of relief and began trying to wiggle his other arm free. The lamb soon took notice of Y/N's struggles and quietly approached him, abruptly grabbing him by the ropes and cutting him free.

Y/N fell to the ground but quickly picked himself back up, "P-please- don't hurt me-" were all he managed to choke out. The lamb stayed silent, just staring at Y/N, which gave Y/N a chance to get a good look at the stranger. The lamb's cloudy white fur had now been stained red yet this did not matter to the blood red fleece he wore around himself with pride, this fleece was held together with a bell and atop the lamb's head rested a crown. Y/N fidgeted nervously, the silence from the blood soaked lamb was starting to get worrisome.

"Hm...don't worry I'm not going to hurt you," The lamb spoke suddenly, his voice seeming cheery, he reached a hoof out to grab Y/N's arm which was met with a slap. The lamb stumbled back, a bit dramatic considering Y/N only slapped his hoof away but it was extremely unexpected to him.

Y/N's face went white, "I-I'm sorry I just- don't touch me please.." he stammered.

Lamb's face scrunched into a confused expression but he quickly let it go, crossing his arms behind his back, "Well, I'm leaving, you can come with me if you'd like."

Y/N looked up at the fluffy animal, "Where are you going...?"

"My cult of course! Though I've only got a few followers...but as I said you can come along if you'd like!" The crown on the lamb's head seemed almost annoyed at his lack of assertiveness.

"Oh.." Y/N fidgeted some more not quite realizing that the lamb had began to wander off before he could properly respond. He soon noticed and ran after the lamb not wanting to be left alone among all the corpses. "W-wait, why did you interrupt our ritual?"

"Ritual? I thought you were being murdered."

"Murdered?! I- why did you think that??"

Lamb thought for a moment, "Hm..well, if you were being sacrificed wouldn't you be happy about it? You seemed distressed. A ritualistic sacrifice is something you should be glad to be apart of."

"Right...well that's what everyone else thought too.."

The two walked in silence, only noises that were made were the grass beneath their feet and the quiet jingles of the lamb's bell as he walked. "This lamb seems nice," he thought, "for a cult leader...or well....my leader now I suppose." He stared down at the lamb. "Strange." Typically the cult leader towers over his followers but this lamb seemed to be quite small so perhaps he wasn't the leader? But that didn't make any sense. Y/N shook his head, so much had happened in such a short amount of time, he should just be glad that he's still alive. Y/N let out a small sigh, finally relaxing a bit and Lamb took notice of this quickly.

"So. What's your name?" The lamb asked.

"Oh, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you Y/N! You can call me Lamb if you'd like," He smiled as he spoke. Y/N wanted to return the smile but was still extremely disturbed by all the blood that was soaked into Lamb's fur.

"So, Lamb, how much further is your cult?"

"I'm glad you asked because we've just arrived!" Lamb spoke happily, running off toward a path which did indeed lead to the entrance of the cult and Y/N followed closely after.