Scattered Feathers

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Quackity didn't know what was up with Phil and why the man was hovering? But right at this moment the Crow Hybrid seemed to be trying to herd him back up the stairs and to that stupid room where that stupid nest was. All the while, Quackity was trying to do everything he could, without outright attacking, to not go back to that stupid room. He wasn't an animal and wasn't going to live like one, just because it eased something in Phil's mind. "Look Phil, lets just stay down here. The couch is comfy and there's more stuff to do down here." He tried to reason, as he was forced to move upward on the stairs.

Phil just smiled and just block the path downward with his arms and his one good wing, flared out. "Come on mate, the nest is more open, soft and comfy. Enough space to let us relax our wings, without knocking things with them. Its all that we need right now." Phil countered.

Quackity didn't realize how close they were to the doorway of the nest room, until he tripped on a pillow and fell into it. The landing pulled a surprised grunt from him but he didn't get to hurt by the plushness that the nest was made of. But apparently his fall did disrupt the flock of crows that were in the nest. Quackity covered his head with his arms, his wings instinctively curling around him to help protect him from claws in case the birds decided to attack. All the while Phil was laughing from the doorway. "Chat. You goofballs." Phil chuckled.

Quackity lifted his head and closed his wings flat to his back, to see the nest empty except for one crow that seemed to be standing proudly, surrounded by junk, as it wore a sloppy made pink bow around its neck with a few yellow flowers tucked in the bow. It also had a few white feathers tucked in its own feathers, making it look like a whole different bird if you were looking at it from a distance."Huh?" Quackity grunted out, lifting himself up on his arms as the crow looked at him and began 'walking' towards him with its beak up in the air, like it was showing off or something, but that was just crazy.

Quackity crawled himself into a back-paddle like crab walk away from the bird. Birds weren't suppose to act like that. He only stopped when he bumped into Phil's legs. The Crow hybrid still chuckling in the doorway at the edge of the nest.

"I think she likes you mate." Phil smiled, watching the crow strut about in a circle when it was a foot away from Quackity. Cawing and flapping its wings, some of the white feathers it had falling out as it did so.

"What?!" Quackity, slid himself away so he wasn't between Phil and the crazy crow in the nest. So he'd have eyes on both. Phil even had that big freaky crow; Brian, sitting on his shoulder.

"Chat picked one of them, who would stick with you in the nest, until you adjusted." Phil smiled, still finding humor as the crow, was trying to stick the white feathers back where they had fallen. The flowers falling from the sloppy bow on its neck, as it made its way to follow Quackity.

"Get it away from me!" He shouted swatting the bird away as it tried to jump onto his knee. The crow screeched, when as it was hit by his hand. The crazy bird gliding its way up to and diving onto Phil's shoulder burying itself between the Brian and Phil's neck, warbling and chirping, like it was heart broken.

Quackity only had the a moment before Phil's big freaky crow hissed, sounding like a demon as it jumped from Phil and was in Quackity's face its talons out aiming for the eyes. "Aaaahhhhhhh! Call it off! Call it off!" He begged.

"I don't know mate. You hit one of the young ones. Brian is very protective over the younger ones." Phil said. Quackity catching glimpses of the man holding the bird with bow up and examining its wings feathers, as he tried to hold off the angry bird attacking him. "You just started flying, haven't you." He cooed at the crow in his hands

"PHIL!!" Quackity yelled.

"He's just disciplining you, mate, like any adult bird would with its brood. Try saying sorry." Phil said still cooing at the crazy crow in his hands.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Quackity shouted over Brian's screeches and hissed. It took a few seconds after the birds went to land at Phil's feet, still hissing with all its feather ruffled, before Quackity put his arms down. Phil sat himself down placing the small crow on his knee as he fixed the bow and plucked out the extra white feathers that had to have come from some chickenes. "I'm surprised you guys manage to even find a bow, chat." He said, setting the crow on the nest once done. "Now, how about you two try again." He suggested, turning his gaze onto Quackity.

Quackity broke eyes contact with an angry Brian, and snapped them to Phil. "What did you say?"

"This little crow has decided to be your companion in the nest." Phil announced.

The crazy crow wearing the now neater bow, started walking its way back to Quackity, still with a haughty step in its walk. Although it looked like it was upset and a bit more cautious approaching this time.

"I don't want it." Quackity said, more aware of his tone with a big angry crow looking at him. Brian was still making hissing like noises at him.

"Phil?!" Techno called from downstairs. "What's happening I heard screaming." Quackity flinched hearing the Anarchists boots stomp up the stairs. Techno stopped at the doorway analyzing the scene before him. "Uh, what's happening?"

"Chat decided to give Quackity a nest companion, someone he could talk to." Phil answered, seeming proud.

"You mean like an emotional support animal?" Techno asked.

"I don't need an emotional support animal!" Quackity shouted. Slowly moving away from the still approaching crow.

"Why's it wearing a ribbon?" Techno laughed.

"They wanted to wear a ribbon, mate." Phil shrugged, before addressing Quackity. "Chat must think you do, if they've already pick one to stay with you. Who knows maybe you'll be great friends." He smiled.

Quackity grimaced as the crow with the ribbon, stopped in front of him and made a tiny noise.

"Ha, ha! I doubt he'll make friends like Tommy did." Techno laughed, leaving.

Phil still smiling just shook his head. "Even if you don't make friends, I still think its a good idea." Phil said. "Now." He said, shuffling so his wings face Quackity. "I got another itch, by the joint again."

Quackity huffed in annoyance, now aware of his own itches again on his wings again. This was going to get old very quickly.

TBC

A/N: Not a long chapter, but I wanted to go ahead and post this part of the story. Don't worry we're going to start picking things back up in the next chapter. Let me know what you all thought by VOTING, BOOKMARKING, and/or REVIEWING.