Smiling Critters: Ancestra Au

Feelings, suffering...

“Five years… She's been stuck down there since she was five years old, very young and already confined, I imagine if it were me, I would probably ask them to kill me instead of arresting me” thought Dogday lying on his bed, he was lying on his side right at the edge of his bed, as on the other side was Hoppy; she would sleep with him for greater protection against attackers.

Dogday thought a lot about Hoppy's friend, since she was young, trapped in that horrible place, he couldn't think of anything other than Picky's suffering, and what it would be like if he were in her place. Whether in the shower, in class, or even at lunch, Hoppy became uncomfortable with his sad look, and planned a time when she could talk to Dogday.

The moment arrived, it was the beginning of the night where the dog stayed outside until it got dark, the rabbit appeared next to him and Dogday soon noticed her presence;

— Huh? Hoppy! Why are you here?

— I ask you, why are you here? You really like the night, don't you? — she sat next to him, she was licking a lollipop.

— Hmmm... yes, I like the night, and the day too, especially when there's not much noise.

— Hehe, I heard that you have sensitive ears, so it makes sense that you are always away from people, haha! — she took the lollipop out of her mouth.

— Yes, when I'm alone or when I sleep I remove the tampons, but during the day I'm always using them… — he opened one of his hands and there were the earplugs — I've been using them since I was born...

— Hehe, sad of course… speaking of sadness, I noticed that both yesterday and today, you were a little down, is there something that is making you feel like this? Sad?

— Hmm? Oh... did you notice, when I found out that Picky was there, trapped, long before I was born, I was very sad about it, so I started to imagine myself in her place — Dogday looked at the ground, seeing the grass he only remembered the leaves that were in the room where Picky was.

— I think this is normal, when she was arrested after going crazy, I spent sad days, and after that was when I started to really train to get really strong.

— Good subject!! Because I needed to ask you this, have you always been addicted to fights?

— Not really... I liked those contests where people dance and use their magic to decorate their steps… I watched a lot of fight cartoons and tried to replicate them, but after Picky went crazy from hunger, I started to think differently and decided to fight for real.

— In case something like this happens again, and you, already strong, can control it, right?

— Exactly! Nice, boy, smart huh?! Hehe, let's go now? We need to take a shower before bed — she stood and extended her paw to him.

— Hmm… I guess I still haven't gotten used to you giving me a bath, it's weird — He grabbed the rabbit's paw and got up, then she walked with him.

— It may be strange to many, but I can be considered your older sister, hehe.

Hoppy took Dogday to the bathrooms, for good safety she took him to the women's bathroom, clearly the girls were surprised by a boy in their bathroom. The rabbit explained why he was there, even though he wasn't very welcome, they saw who he was; mven though he didn't have any contact with people, some girls liked him.

Calm, cute and quiet, all of this was liked by many girls who clearly watched Hoppy giving Dogday a bath, it certainly made him very shy and uncomfortable, causing the bunny to deal with these naughty girls. The bath didn't take long, and after it was over, Hoppy used his power of electricity and speed to grab the towel, dry the puppy and take him to the bedroom.

His fur was puffy, and in the room the rabbit herself brushed his hair to make it straight again;

— Hm… Hoppy, tell me something, how can you bathe me and still know how to brush hair? — he asked, a little shy, sitting on her lap.

— I was already in charge of taking care of someone, they had hair so after a bath they always got puffy, I learned to brush their hair like that... and of course, I bathed this little person too, hehe — she said in a sweet and calm voice as she ran the brush through the puppy's ear hair.

— Is she still around or has she already been adopted?

— She's still around, and yes, I still talk to her every now and then.

— Every now and then? But why not everyday? — he asked really confused.

— She has to see a psychologist, plus she has autism.

— Hmm, But, those who have autism don't need a psychologist, but the one who takes care of them, to know how it works…

— She mutilates herself… — she interrupted.

At this moment Dogday remained silent, and just waited for Hoppy to finish brushing his fur, the subject seemed to have died right there, but when the rabbit finished what she was doing, Dogday gave the idea of going to visit this other friend of hers. green rabbit.

The request was not denied and the two went to this girl with autism, Hoppy warned that the place where she stays could bring back some bad memories for the dog, he said that there would be no problem and that he could bear it without worry..

The path to that place was actually well remembered by Dogday, it was the same path that led to the room with those paintings, where he was almost abused or even killed. Arriving there, it was the room with the paintings, the boy had no reaction, just the memory of that day.

— Crafty? Are you here girl? — said Hoopy after closing the door of the place — I brought a friend.

— Aahh… yes? Yes, I'm here! Just wait a little — her voice was very weak and soft, but the tone made her nervous..

— Hmm? Strange… Dogday, stay here.

He stayed and saw Hoppy entering the middle of the paintings, it didn't take long and an argument was heard, Dogday was scared because Hoppy saw that Crafty cutting herself once again; she complained a lot and asked Crafty never to do that again.

The discussion lasted for a little longer, but soon the rabbit brought Crafty, a unicorn girl, with white fur and a mane full of blue hair, and of course, the pointy horn in the middle of her forehead. The horn seemed a bit cracked, other than that what caught the most attention were the arms all marked with reddish scratches, also with one on the left arm that was still bleeding.

— Hi… — said the unicorn smiling even with a tired look, she was shaking as she tried to hide the cut.

— Ah… said the unicorn smiling even with a tired look, she was shaking as she tried to hide the cut — said Hoppy, clearly stressed about Crafty, her look was a little sad but she was grinding her teeth.

“Crafty… she mutilates herself, but why?  If she does that, she could hit a vein and end up bleeding to death... there are so many things I need to understand, and this girl is clearly the first step” thought Dogday as he swallowed nervously.