Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Cluckna (SFW)

TW: None, but Yes, they accually have a ChickenxScientist...

Title: ~White Knucles~

Twice this week the scientist had had to block the dwarf’s entry to the egg-shaped building until he had cleaned up the gore and feathers strewn about the place inside. Once he had heard the creatures in the night, with their clicking, almost quack-like call, romping about the little patch of land that Honeydew Inc. had claimed before Sips Co. had moved in and fenced the rest of it off.

He hadn’t given any thought to the fact that they might endanger his favourite chicken, really. It seemed a distant possibility - the factory was safe, usually, and the fact he saw her every day gave him an odd sense of denial that anything bad could possibly happen to her, especially not at the paws of such idiotic canines.

Determination was all it took, though. All of his intelligence could not stop some things, like the fact that foxes could and would worm their way into wherever they could smell prey and trap it in their jaws and shake it until nothing was left but feathers or fur and blood. He wondered why they bothered. It couldn’t be an effective way to feed, surely.

Lalna recognized her screeches of pain, although he hadn’t even woken up to the other chickens’. The only thing he took with him as he ran out of the shack was his emerald sword, the grass in between the small living quarters and the factory door cool and damp with dew under his bare feet.

The fox was an orange blur only briefly, stopped dead by the scientist’s blade suddenly lodged in its back as it tried to escape, his beloved bird clamped in its maw. His hand left the hilt as the blonde slid to his knees, prising her from the canine’s teeth as gently as he could before standing again to get her as far away from it as possible.

The chicken cooed softly as he carried her back to the shack, happy to see him although she was clearly injured. Fingers that would normally be gloved when petting her sifted through soft feathers soothingly, even as they came off in his hands. He made sure to kick the factory door very firmly shut behind him as he left, settling Clucky on his bed once he got back and refusing to meet the spaceman’s worried glowing gaze from across the room.

“Foxes?”

“Mm.”

“She alright?”

“I don’t know.” It was blunt, but the blonde didn’t want to waste time, even for a minor injury. Lifting the bird’s wing carefully showed it to be just that, all blood and no real damage. A drama queen of an injury, really. A mental sigh of relief was breathed. He supposed that there would seem to be a lot more blood than there actually might be when spilt upon such pristinely white feathers.

Patching the bird up was quick and easy, and the scientist was confident she would make a full recovery within a few weeks. Lalna smiled as she pecked gently at his cheek once he allowed his feathered companion to right herself, then picking her back up and settling her in his arms as he sat on his bed, back up against the wall.

He must’ve drifted off at some point, because he only awoke again at a cry of, “What the bloody hell happened in here?!” from the direction of the factory.