Crying Ravine

Ch-3 Little Bird Man

The door had swung open , scaring the two. Nobody was at the other side , as if nobody had opened the door.

"Species that don't belong on this planet first." Filth said , pushing Slurp towards the doorway.

"This is your own house and y-" Slurp said before getting completely blacked out by a cast iron pan.

Slurp had woke up in a bed , which was quite comfy. His eyes had trouble opening while a loud ringing began. He tried to wiggle his fingers , but he couldn't , as if a force was pressing down on him. As the ringing began to fade , he heard two people bickering over something absolutely stupid.

"I only hit the human because he said it was YOUR house , meanwhile it's totally mine." An unfamiliar voice said , yelling at Filth.

"You probably gave the bitch brain damage! Look at him , moaning in pain , he don't even have processors anymore." Filth said , trying to combat the little person's insults.

"Shut the fuck up , he's listening to your shit talk!" The voice rang out , as Slurp's eyes began to focus on them.

He had black fluffy hair with little gray horns poking out from his forehead and the sides of his face . He was plentiful shorter than Filth , which is also shorter than Slurp . Most of the fluff was covered by a white bucket hat. His face was covered by a plague doctor mask with some crude stitching , but it still looked quite durable. His green pupils stared right back into Slurp's. He had a loose white button top with a white dress running to his kneecaps underneath. He had on a black ribbon belt along with heavy duty gloves and work boots. Lastly , he had a white cape , splitting near the ends.

"Yoohoo? Twiggus? Yah' there?" The plague doctor said , snapping with his little cat paw.

"mmmmmm , did you hit me with the fucking pan?" Slurp said , waking up a little more.

" I though you were the ugly one."

" As if you're any better."

"Shut up or else you're making your own omelets.Anyways "Slurp"... I'm Grave , you remember how yah' got here?" Grave said , sitting on the bedside , instantly crossing his legs

"Well I was running from my old life and then I did the coolest flip into this fucking portal bro. I flicked my dad off while doing it to." Slurp said , grinning while saying it.

"No way , you seem like a pussy." Filth said , budding in.

"Yeah , way too juicy for a twig like you." Grave said , backing Filth up.

"No I'm being totally serious , I went to this rock circle thingy with this huge tablet in the middle an-" Slurp said , giving the full story and getting cut off shortly after by Grave.

"Wait wait wait- rock circle thingy? Was it like... a ritual circle kind of?" Grave said , snapping at Filth to go grab something.

"Yeah , It looked really cool tho , hella wish it was in my garden. oooo it'd be so pretty with all those flowers a- *ahem* sorry..." Slurp said , getting ahead of himself.

Filth came back with a really thick book , it practically looked torn up. It had gold engraving of strange curves around the edges , but the gold is chipping a little. It had the thickness of a Harry Poppins book and every page was worn and all different colors ranging from dark to pastel colors. Filth handed the book over to the Plague doctor before they started frantically flipping though all the pages , as if he knew where exactly it was.

"I was planning this but I completely forgot about it!" Grave said , finally stopping on the page he wanted.

He presented the book to Slurp , pointing directly at the thing he was just describing. Slurps eyes widened as the picture looked just the like structure , which he had down by memory.

"THAT'S IT! How'd you even get an exact picture-- or hell , even a fucking toaster? I thought that was limited to my realm." Slurp said in complete shock.

"Naw you ain't special--- BUT YOU SPECIAL LOOKIN'! HAH!" Flith said , giving Grave a loud high five.

"No , but every few years , about 8 or so , a huge ass storm opens up a portal to your realm and well.... you showed up about a week ago I assume." Grave said , trying his best to explain the predicament Slurp was in.

"I-I-I'M GOING TO BE HERE FOR ATMOST 8 YEARS? W-weeeellll i'm not too mad-- but still." Slurp panicked , but quickly calmed down.

"Well no IF YOUR BITCH ASS LET ME FINISH.... Anyways , I believe that there's small little wormhole around here , dumping some of your world's stuff here. Which is why you saw a toaster." Grave said , pointing at a diagram on the book.

"That's... a lot to take in." Slurp said , putting his hand against his throbbing head.

"Here take some of this good shit , it's pretty bitchin'." Filth said , handing Slurp a glass full of blue liquid.

Slurp taking a sip , instantly feeling better , "What is this stuff?"

"You remember that thing you blew up?" Filth said as Slurp stopped chugging the drink instantly.

"Anyways , if you really want , we disused it and you can stay here if you want , but you gotta work if you're staying." Grave said , quite casual about having some random creature living in his house.

"Either that or you coooould go outside and try to make a living out there. *ahem* which is impossible *ahem*." Filth said , implying that Slurp should stay.

"I.... I guess I should stay." Slurp said , thinking of the life he had left behind.

"Well , I'll set a spot up for you somewhere. You feeling better?" Grave said closing the book with a large slam.

"Actually, yeah. I barely feel anything." Slurp said , wiggling up the bed sheets to set up easier.

"Yeah I shot you in the foot with this needle from the human realm. Now go on with Filth , he-she-well Filth never old me- going to do some stuff and you need to go learn." Grave said , struggling.

"That really wasn't safe and I'm pretty sure I'm drugg- wait you don't know Filth's gender either?" Slurp asked , suprised.

"Yeah it's a whole thing. I don't even bother asking anymore , no answer." Grave said , flat.

"I'll just get to helping..." Slurp said , turning to the side of the bed and standing up.

"Pssh, not dressed like that you are! You're gonna freeze to death." Grave spoke loudly , stopping the tall snail.

"Oh- mmmmmmm yeah..." Slurp stared at the loosened bloody bandages covering his chest , barely keeping hold of him.

His outfit consisted of the bloody bandages as his top. His jacket was still at the creepy man's house and wasn't going back for it any time soon. His blouse got tangled up in the thorns of the twisted forest , and was already torn to shreds. He didn't really have pants , instead short shorts and a torn up plaid skirt. His knee-high socks were full of rips and tears , beyond repair , and his shoes barely had their bottoms.

"For now , there really isn't anything that'll fit you , but I dooooooo have this thing." Grave said , walking to the dresser in front of the bed.

He pulled out this thing that looked like a thick poncho , but it was actually fairly light. The colors were muted and faded , but it still was quite vivid. Thick black lace edged around the whole thing , making it quite stylish. There also was thick crochet socks that looked like his knee-highs , but a lot warmer.

"I mean , anythings better than this shit." Slurp said , grasping the edge of his torn skirt.

"You go do your thing and go yknow' help the ugly one." Grave said with a joking manner.

Grave left the room, alarmed.The book he held in his hands now slammed on the desk in his library. He flipped through the whole book before getting to a page near the back. It was covered in blood splatter , but no writing. He grabbed a pen from the inside the pocket of his jacket and scribbled a little. It's barely illegible what he wrote , which was a mixture of chicken scratch and doctor's handwriting.

its all coming into place