An Itsy Bitsy Strawberry

Fight Picker

"Agh, hey there," Rocco grumbled, opening the dorm door.

"Hello, young sir!" Starry cheered. "Mind if I come in?"

"I do mind, thank you very much," Rocco answered, closing the door.

Starry shoved his foot in the doorway, stopping the door from closing. "If I may reiterate, mind if I come in?"

"We fucking mind, jackass. Get lost." Rocco had lost all kindness.

Astral began stirring, hugging onto Damien's arm. Her grip tightened when she heard Starry's voice.

"Good morning, dear!" Starry cooed, seeing Astral awaken.

"Hey, you fuckboy," Damien growled. "Fuck off, will you?"

"Haha, that's a funny joke," Starry giggled, shoving Rocco into the closet as he made his way towards Astral.

"Ow, fuck...," Rocco groaned, clutching his stomach.

"Leave Astral alone," Damien warned.

"Or what?" Starry threatened, cracking his knuckles.

Astral was whimpering in Damien's arms. Damien could feel her tears wetting his jacket, and he could see her body shaking.

"Chicken. An absolute nobody is what you are," Starry laughed, grabbing Astral's arm. "Come on, let's go."

Damien lunged his fist into Starry's crotch. 

"Ugh, fuck," Starry whined, keeling over. He dragged Astral's arm with him, causing Astral to yelp in pain.

He stood up to shove his foot into Starry's jaw. In response, Starry gave a hearty chomp into Damien's toes.

"Jeez!" Damien shrieked, stumbling backwards into the shower curtain.

Gradually, Starry steadied himself up, keeping his grip on Astral's arm. He was about to begin walking off, were it not for Damien.

Rocco stared in awe as he saw Damien tear off his own head and throw it at Starry. From there, he could see Starry instantly release Astral's hand, back up in fear, and run off, stepping on Rocco's foot as he left.

Rocco winced while Damien popped his head back onto his neck. Damien first went to check in on Astral.

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Did he hurt you bad?" he consoled.

"I-I'm okay," Astral gasped out, supporting herself on Damien's shoulder.

"And you, Rocco?"

"Urgh...Could be better," Rocco whimpered, steadying himself on the closet door.

"Come on, we gotta get the kit out," Damien instructed. Rocco flung the closet door open and began searching around for the kit.

Damien carefully applied a pain ointment to Astral's arm. Rocco occupied himself with patching up the side of his stomach. He turned his head to face Strawberry, growing worried.

"Strawhead? You okay?"

No answer.

"Strawberry?"

Some chippy music responded in her place.

"Heh, back on the console. Of course."

Finally, the realization of what had happened hit Rocco. "Damien?"

"...Hm?"

"Your head?"

"What about it?"

"You literally ripped it off, man. What the fuck and how the fuck?"

"Ah, that...that story's for another time." The look in Damien's eyes was glazed and melancholy.

"...At least it makes Starry feel unwelcome for once," Rocco grumbled, tightening a bandage.

"He just barges in to go take me away...," Astral mumbled, applying bandages to Damien's toes.

"I hope to God he never comes back," Damien spat out, twisting his wrist.

The three continued treating themselves to the best of their ability.

"Should we tell the overseer?" Astral sighed, as if she was giving up.

"I think Starry would kill us before we made it," Damien answered, resting his hand on Astral's shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry kid," Rocco agreed.

"What the hell happened to you guys?" Strawberry deadpanned, her Gameboy Advance shutting down.

"Ah, not much," Rocco grumbled. "Just Astral's jackass brother."

"Oh, that guy? He's a fuckin' weirdo."

"Even you get it, and you're the newest kid on the block."

"Afgh, my toof hurth," Astral whined, shoving her finger into one or her teeth.

For the next few minutes, Damien and Astral conversed about the paining tooth, leaving Rocco and Strawberry to their own devices.

Rocco looked directly into Strawberry's eyes, giving her a bit of chills. Quickly enough, Strawberry returned the stare.