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YOU || chapter 12

(Chapter 12)
A short story.
(Takes place after Ben defeats Toro.)

“Come on, Bumpy, I'm hungry.” I say to the dinosaur as we walk through the forest. I take a step, and feel something under my foot, I bend down, picking up a very dirty, sticky, and mostly empty bottle of. . .hand sanitizer?

I examine the bottle closely, sniffing it, poking it, ex cetera. This is my hand sanitizer, but who used it? I look around, searching for anything else that could help me figure out who left this here. I notice something orange, and I sprint over to it, kneeling down to get a closer look.

A carob bar.

I open it, its not hard and stale, meaning it was recently left here.  Maybe, a day or two ago? “I guess we don't have to go hunting for food now, do we girl?” I look up at Bumpy, who's made her way over to me. She seems interested in the bar, I fully unwrap it and put it in front of her nose.

She doesn't eat it, and instead moves her head towards the wrapper in my hand, and she starts making soft grunts, and her large feet try to put themselves on my lap, but I push her away.

“Bumpy, you're too big for that now. You'd kill me.” I tell her, laughing a bit.

She grunts louder, grabbing the wrapper with her mouth.

I realize that she's interested in the scent of the wrapper, which confuses me, since it should just smell like a carob bar. I take a bite of the carob bar in my hand. “What's so interesting about that wrapper, Bumpster?” I ask.

She gives me a look that says, ‘Really, dude?’

“Where did this even come from?” I wonder aloud, standing up and pacing. “Because everyone else should have gotten off the island a long time-”

Unless they didn't.

I shove the thought away, not willing to believe it. But the small rock of doubt stays persistently in my stomach, making me nauseous with anxiety and worry.

But why else would Bumpy be so interested in a wrapper. . .unless it smelt like someone, someone who cares for Bumpy as much as I do.

Someone who's probably back at her super large, fancy mansion with her father and maids and butlers. Someone who's probably sitting in a hot tub drinking soda- no, she doesn't like carbonated drinks- drinking lemonade and eating sushi made by the finest sushi chef out there while getting a massage.

Someone who probably forgot I exist.

I look back at Bumpy, who's lost interest in the wrapper and is now staring at me.

“Come on, Bumpy. There's nothing for us here.” I tell her, before noticing something else on the ground.

A butter knife.

Thats when I hear voices.

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Sry it took so long to update! Already planning a Chaos Theory fic with Ben and Y·N (the Y·N from this) but. . .
I have a question.

Idk if Y'all will have strong feelings against this and thats why I'm asking.

Should Y·N and Ben have a child? Like a toddler. Or should they not?

And other stuff. Head cannons for Y·N. Head cannons for Ben. And Head cannons for their Relationship.

Sorry the story is so short.

Just finished watching Big Hero 6 for the first time a few days ago, ❤Hiro❤.

And I actually watched coco fully for the first time, because I have watched it but really I didn't pay attention.

Started Big City Greens, Henry Danger, and got back into the Loud House. When I was on VK we only had live TV so thats why I got into all these new shows and shit.

Am I forgetting anything? Idk. Byeeeeeeeeeeee pooks.