- G/t Oneshots - random

Little useless wings - winged!Tiny

Contains swearing...
enjoy!
Art done by: ME!
Let's get to the story...

"FUCK!" I face planted the ground once again like all the fruitless attempts before.
'This can't be happening! I'm gonna die out here!'
I tried again and again to take off but the giant water drops kept hitting me like bullets. I wasn't able to fly away like this. Not in this condition...
the storm raged on I, Toby Cross, the clumsy so very unprofessional winged something, will surely die now since there is absolutely no hope for survival my size.
The forest I'm in didn't provide any shelter from the incoming water bullets from the sky. My only hope was hiding under a leave or mushroom but that didn't work out as either. As soon as I tried to shield myself with a leaf a rain drop would punch it away again and there were no mushrooms around. So basically, to sum it all up, I'm fucked!
I just gave up on the spot, falling to my knees and hands, slowly sinking into the dirty ground as multiple granades of water hit the surface near me.
Slowly I started to get watery eyes as I saw my life fly past me like a train. On each and every wagon I saw multiple memories of my past. Seing my family once again.
"Why did I decide to leave them...for what..."
My wings were useless at this point. Drenched in water and dirt. I must've looked miserable. Someone who has the ability to fly, to soar over all their problems is wasting it by simply dying.

It didn't take long until I heard something approaching. Something big. I tried my best to stand up again because whatever it was it could be my last hope for survival.
Then I heard a booming voice above me...
"Hey Mat! I found one!"

Mat POV.

We were looking for so long without finding anything special for the upcoming "Sky Race".
My job was to find winged tinies and for now we had no luck. Plus it started to rain aswell.
"What a lucky day for me.." I mumbled to myself as I and my apprentice, Jake, were stomping through the muddy forest.
Jake was a young unprofessional boy who just happen to work illegally like me. Sky races are indeed illegal and taking tinies from their homes isn't legal either.
I don't even know how I ended up here but I earn good money if I actually find one and sell them to whoever wants them for the race.

Then Jake suddenly stopped in his tracks as he shouted out for me.
"Hey Mat ! I found one!"

I instantly sprinted towards him and crouching down where he was standing.
"Here!" He said. "But I think it's dead.."
I examined the winged tiny. It was definitely male and his wings were covered in mud and so was his body. I checked his pulse and thank god he was still alive.
"That's a good one Jake!"
As I brushed away the dirt from his wings and face.
"Well done bud." I said as we both high fived each other.

Toby POV.

I was totally out of it when I heard talking and mumbling. I couldn't hear a thing as I layed limp on the muddy ground. I was extremely tired, so I soon passed out on the cold wet floor. I woke up multiple times but I never understood what was going on. I felt myself being picked up a lot and I could only assume that some giant got me...
For the record, I absolutely hated Giants! Or in this case normal humans since I'm the weird one here.
Whatever. I'm still going to call them Giants since their giant to me!

I heard names and talking and laughing but my vision was still blurry. The voices got louder and louder, they all mixed together with music and laughing and screaming!
I instinctively covered my ears and clenched my body to avoid any more incoming noise from outside. I couldn't take it anymore as I sat up at once, gasping, only to find myself in total silence and darkness.
I was panting like a dog on a hot day, sweating all over my body as tears slipped out of my eyes like a water fall. I let out multiple whimpers as I recalled that terrible nightmare I just had.
"My fuckin' god... it was only a dream."
I said letting out tired breaths.
It took me some minutes to calm down and adjust to the dark room I was in. I soon noticed that I was sitting on an iron surface ...
"Oh no.."
"This is bad.."
"This is really bad!"
I was trapped in a cold iron cage that was apparently hanging from the  ceiling with a cold metal chain!
"FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck!" I panicked and paced around the cage, trying to open the door or get through the bars. Furiously flapping my wings over and over again.
"Help! God Dammit ! Is there someone?! Please! Get me out of here!"
I shouted desperately for any sign of help.. there was none..
But then I saw a mysterious silhouette in the darkness. Tilting my head as it looked like one of those Giants leaning against the wall. Thought I wasn't sure if it was even alive.
I soon brushed it off and continued my tantrum for at least five more minutes. After my energy was all gone I grabbed the bars with both of my hands, quivering silently as I slowly slid to the floor of the cage. I pressed my head against the cold metal cage and let my tears fall freely.
"I'm so d-dead... I'm never gonna see them again.."
"I'm such a fucking idiot..."