Random Oc Stories

Lost

(Edit. I no Longer Own the Rights to Velvet Arrow.)

"M-....M-Mommy?"

A small voice called out. The much taller people around him didn't seem to pay attention to the small child walking amongst them. He hunkered down more and whimpered louder. None of these strangers looked even remotely familiar to anyone his mother with.

"Mo-Mommy!"

"Hey! Out of my way you little brat!"

He yelped when someone kicked him from behind resulting in him scampering off into the crowded studio.

"MOM! Mommy, where are you?!"

He ended up weaving around and under people's legs almost tripping them up or getting stepped on. All the while being shouted at by them. Everything was too big. Too loud. Too crowded. And he wanted out.

He got his wish when he spotted a random open door and darted towards it. Diving under some lady before entering the room and slamming the door behind him. It took a moment to calm down, but once he did, he noticed the room he was in-

It was P-I-N-K.

The color was practically caked over almost everything in there, and lots of clothes were strewn all over the place or on the weird clothes rack with wheels in the corner of the room. It looked just like his mother's dressing room....Almost. His mother had never had a liking for pink. He unciously stepped further into the room.

".....Pretty."

"Hey. Didn't Fable leave the door open?"

He jumped and whirled around at the sudden muffled voice behind the door. Uh oh. Did he go in a room he wasn't supposed to be in? Oops. No time for that now.

"Someone must've closed it. No big deal," a different voice said before the doorknob turned-

He turned and dove for the closest hiding spot, which happened to be a lovely vanity covered in a lace tablecloth and many beauty products. His hunched form pressed against the wall just as the door swung open and what sounded like two or three people walk in before the door closed again. The footsteps went to different places in the room. One stopped in front of the vanity and he could make out the shady form of a pair of legs.

Whoever it was had pink feet.

"I can't believe that director wants to do another whole photoshoot with different backgrounds again....I'm telling you he just wants to look at partically naked women."

"Velvet-" He froze. She sounded- "Samual is gay. He likes d*ck more than the three of us combined."

"And she would know-"

"Shut up, Fable!" The things on the vanity shifted as the lady shuffled them about. ".....Strawberry, did you take my curling iron again?"

The same voice said, "I did, but I put it back. It should be over there."

"Well it's not!" The shifting got more frantic.

"Maybe someone else borrowed it."

That voice again. It sounded familiar somehow.

He slowly reached out and grabbed the side of the tablecloth, lifting it up to peek out. The first thing he saw was a pair of legs but past that was a long fuzzy appendage covered in small black dots. It moved like a snake and he smiled at the familiar tail. Ms. Stawberry! A thud to his right caught his attention and he turned to look at it. It looked like lipstick. A high pitched scream echoed out and the pink legs suddenly scattered back a few feet. The scream got the attention of the two other women in the room as well as him, and soon enough he was looking into the eye of a tall screaming rabbit.

She pointed a paw at him. "A f*cking peeping tom! Someone get security now! I've been violated!"

She continued to scream and point at him cussing and angry. So...he did what any normal five year old would do if they were in a strange place, without their mother, and a scary woman was yelling at them.....He began to cry.

"Don't you pull those crocodile tears you little sh*t! You should be sorry-!"

"VELVET!" The smallest but most colorful of the three woman stood up from her bent over position in the closet (most likely looking at clothes) and glared at the rabbit. "Shut your mouth or I'll choke you with your choker."

"I'm violated-" She dramatically pointed at herself, "-and you are telling ME to stop!"

"He's just a little boy."

"A 'little boy' that's hiding under MY vanity in a GIRLS' dressing room! This is sexual harassment!"

"Harrasment! He didn't even touch you!"

The third lady had just watched throughout the entirety of the screaming match and calmly looked at the child. She slowly stood up to her seven foot height and approached the two fighting ladies, pushing them aside, making them stop.

"Both of you stop. You're scaring him." She flashed a smile at him and started to crouch-

"I'm scaring him?! I wasn't the one hiding!"

She stood back up and crossed her arms. "If you don't stop, I'm telling my manager to exclude you from the modeling project."

The rabbit stared but huffed angrily and didn't say anything.

"Hey little guy.~" He jumped seeing the lady crouched down eye level with him, but she didn't look angry. She smiled. "Hey, sweetie. Im Fable. What's your name?"

He still stared half hidden with leftover tears. She must've sensed his nervousness because she then asked-

"You look familiar...Your Quivor's little boy, aren't you?"

At his mother's name he piped up. "Mommy's lost."

"Oh? Are you looking for her?"

He nodded his head and pushed himself further from under the table.

"You wanna go find her?"

"Yeah!"

She smiled and held out a paw. He happily ran to it and grabbed it before being lead to the door-

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T HIM?!" The siren bellowed her lungs out at the doe...Or more specifically the serpent (hiding) standing just behind her. Being a siren, she had quite the pair of lungs. "YOUR MEN CAN FIND A MIGIT IN THE OCEAN, BUT NOT A TODDLER IN A SMALL THEATOR?!"

His eyes visibly widened a fraction at her temper, but didn't say anything.

"Now, now." The doe held her hands up. "We shouldn't jump to anger. It won't solve anything."

"I DON'T CARE!!" She growled at him. "IT'S BEEN OVER AN HOUR!! HE COULD'VE BEEN-!"

"Mommy!"

A pause.

Someone giggled before scampering over and tackling her leg. On instinct, she whirled around and grabbed the thing on her leg before pressing the small boy to her chest in a hug. He latched onto her-

"Finnious Peter Reginald." She growled out softly. "Where have you been?"

"I got lost, Mama," he whined muffled by her shoulder.

".....Castello." Her deadly blue eyes glare daggers at the serpent. "Don't you EVER suggest leaving him with your f*cking brother again. And you-" She whipped to the still smiling boy. "-are grounded."

"Mama. The scary rabbit lady yelled at me."

".....Where is this b*tch?"