Random MYCT Story Stuff

[3] Wonder what happening in chat huh {htdsmae 2}

i dont really like this chapter but eh its good enough if i keep on not posting it the story will prob never continue

tw's: blood, lots of blood actually, description of wounds (not graphic or really a lot of description actually),  did i mention there was blood, prison arc Dream (if you know you know), bad writing /hj

wc: 2000 something? idk im gonna stop adding this prob

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Stress had been flying back home to her base when it had happened. Way too many notifications causing her comn to buzz alarmed her, but thankfully she had just arrived home and could swoop down onto the clearing.

As she read the messages, her eyes widened. Why were there so many people? She put her comn on mute and was about to enter her skull base before something told her to look around.

She whipped her head around and surveyed the jungle surrounding her. She was about to chalk it up to paranoia when she spotted bright red against the dense green.

What in the world? She stepped towards the blotch slowly, pushing away foliage as she did so.

It was blood. Whose blood? Why was there blood?

She froze as she heard a bush rustle. An animal? Was there a wounded animal in the jungle?

"Hello? Is anyone there? I won't hurt you." She stepped towards the bush slowly, gently pushing the leaves aside.

Her heart dropped.

A figure was curled half-into the bush, their back pressing against the tree behind the foliage. They had a now-red mask with a hardly visible smiley face, a long crack in the middle causing it to barely be held together.

Their hair was caked with both dried and fresh blood, red and browns causing her to have no idea what the original color was. They were wearing an two-piece prison outfit, a "001" written in a small square at the top-left [viewer's right] of the long-sleeved shirt.

The outfit was stained with blood, making the orange color almost indistinguishable. The left [viewer's right] sleeve was completely ripped off, revealing a bloody arm. The pant's legs were also torn. There was no doubt that the figure was hurt, though Stress couldn't tell how much with all the blood everywhere.

Their body language clearly indicated fear, curled over and hugging their legs to their chest.

"H-hello?" Stress asked softly, willing her voice to stay calm.

They flinched but otherwise did not respond.

"I'm going to have to get you out of this bush, alright, luv?" No response. She slowly reached out her hand. When it reached their shoulder they flinched violently, the back of their head hitting the tree. They keeled over with a pained whimper.

[btw, Stress says "luv" or "hon" in a platonic/motherly way, idk if she does it irl but she says it in fanfics]

She slowly helped them back into a sitting position. They tensed and flinched slightly when she touched them, but not as violently as before.

"Do ya think you can walk, luv? My house isn't far." Again, no response.

"I'll help you." She touched their shoulder gently as a warning, before hooking her arms under their armpits and pulling them up. They flinched but did not resist, stumbling as they stood up and leaning onto her, rather awkwardly because of the height difference.

There was no way they could walk to her home, and despite the fact that they were alarmingly light for their size, Stress doubted she could carry them.

"I'll get a friend to help us, that alright, luv?" This time they nodded ever so slightly. She helped them sit down again before quickly tapping on the comn strapped to her wrist, a light grey holographic screen appearing.