Rose - A Poppy Playtime Story

Chapter 34 - Return

"Ugh, why did Hoppy and Crafty get to go out instead of me? I mean, Crafty's blind! You really think she should be out there?" Kickin commented.

He lazily sat on an old run down couch. He had a giant scar (that was clearly caused by claws) across his right eye, but was somehow not blinded.

The room was square and had several storage boxes filled with survival supplies the smiling critters and their friend had collected.

The walls were a mute green and the floors were a white dirt stained carpet.

A small table sat in front of the couch, an empty vase sat on top of it. There were multiple doors leading to different areas of their base.

Three large bedrooms, one medical room, a small kitchen, and the main area. They had found it almost nine years ago, once they had gotten everybody they could safe.

"Kickin, if you don't stop asking I'll tape your mouth shut!" Picky yelled, turning to him with an annoyed look.

"Guys, please..." Bee said, quietly sitting on a box in the corner of the room. She was fidgeting with an old Catnap plush.

Bee had been rescued from Huggy by the smiling critters. They were passing by as Bee was about to be squeezed to death.

She couldn't remember much about it, but she knew that whatever happened made her hate yelling.

Though she didn't have any injuries except for a small scar on her right leg.

Picky had her left ear torn off and a large burn mark on her right arm. She had a knife in her hand and was cutting a surprisingly still good apple with it.

"Plus, what did Crafty do to you, huh?" Picky continued.

"What...?" Kickin asked.

"Why do you keep acting like she's useless?!" Picky yelled, her voice becoming shrill as she screamed at him.

Picky got up from the floor, putting her hooves on her hips. Kickin stared at her, his eyes wide.

Bee lifted the plush to cover her face, shaking from fear.

"Kickin! I swear I will stab you if this is seriously the only time you have stopped talking for five fucking seconds!"

"I- nothing is wrong with Crafty. I just want her to...be protected." Kickin said, a nervous smile on his face.

He glanced at the knife in Picky's hoof every few seconds, not underestimating her threat.

Picky narrowed her eyes at him, Kickin starting to sweat.

"Kickin, that's so nice!" Picky suddenly exclaimed, smiling.

Kickin was still shaking as she slowly began to approach him. She bent down, getting face to face with him.

"Listen, I'm going to pretend like that's your actual reason. But complain one more time and you'll never be able to talk again." Picky said, looking him right in the eyes.

"O-okay." Kickin stuttered. Picky giggled and went back to her spot on the floor to continue cutting the apple.

Bee began to relax, but was slightly breathing heavier than normal.

Just then the door burst open.

"Tornado, no!" Bobby scolded, rushing into the room after Bubba. Bubba was screaming, trying to shake a mini Crafty off of his head.

The mini was chewing on one of his ears, seeming to not notice or mind the panicked spinning.

"Get her off of me!" Bubba shrieked.