Burnt out (Humanoid with object heads)

Chapter 11

(Balloons pov)

Me and suitcase was walking down the long staircase to update burnt and the white dragon. When we got down the stairs, we didn't see them so we looked around till we noticed a nest of all things.

So we looked in to see the two sleeping with each other, are they dating or something? "They are adorable," suitcase said slightly kicking the giant nest. Burnt then slightly open there not rusted eye, saw us and got up out of the nest.

He then said "I'm surprised you two actually came back," "of course," I told him with a smile. He looked over at baseball and tried to wake him up "basey," he said tapping him lightly, blushing. The white one growled something.

"What is that weird language?" Suitcase asked him, "Dragon tongue," burnt said to her "then what did he say?" I asked him, "he said he was tired," he told us still blushing, "do you like him?" Suitcase asked the blue winged Dragon person.

He seemed flustered and said "wh-I mean yes but a boy can't like another boy," "uh, yes they can," I told him with suitcase said after "Ya, its just call being gay," he then sat down on the floor and said "In that case, I am a gay." 

I sat down next to him and said "it's just called being gay, not being a gay," "oh," he said as suitcase sat down. "Anyways, what have you found out about that mephone jerk," he asked madly.  

"Not much, just the fact he's a creep, but we would like to know what it was like for you and what happened," I asked him fiddling with my fingers. He looked away and told me, "I was only 11 when he took over, I was just playing with basey but then, boom, a fire came bursting trow the door and I saw a yellow corn with his partner mephone 4. We tried to run away but he grabbed me and ripped my wings right of my back, burning Me up, and sliced of my only arms. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my 2 other Friends, torch and crystal ball."

I felt bad already but he kept on going, "I was bearly able to escape because of basey and he even had his own trauma," "his own trauma?" I asked side hugging suitcase, he put his hand on his arm and said "before they even came, basey had parents who, fought no stop, they even took there anger out on him, he doesn't know I know this but he has hundreds of scars and wounds all over his body, they were arrested when he was 11 which was not fast enough."

"Is that why he can't talk?" I asked him, "Thankfully not, he just speaks differently then you two, but it did leave an impact," he told us sadly.