Your World

Dumpster Fire of a Relationship

What the hell makes violet fire?

You stood stock-still, taking in the unnatural fire as it consumed your dumpster.

What the fuck?

Finally snapping out of your stupor you ran toward the alleyway, cursing under your breath. First one thing and then another. By the stars you could barely deal with everything going on now, why did this have to happen too?

Surprisingly as you neared the base of the fire, the actual flames died down. Curiously you raised an eyebrow, your tired eyes not failing to catch the diminishing fire.

Finally you approached the garbage, your stance cautious. A slight sniff was the only sound in the empty alley, as your nose trying to discern the kind of fire. Grease, gasoline and magic fires, all of them had different scents. This smelled like a magic fire, like you couldn't figure that out before, but it was more... pure? Full? The only way you could describe it is like the smell of mint. Such a strong smell that clears out your entire nose.

Shaking your head slightly to get rid of your thoughts you took a step closer. A small puff of dust escaped the garbage, making you jump backwards like a scared cat. Your feathers puffed up momentarily, before smoothing down. Creeping closer once more curious golden eyes peeked into the trash can.

What the fuck? Again!

You currently were staring at a rather small tiny purple fire. Like a legitimate fire. Except... it was .... Shaped? It looked almost like a tiny person. A really tiny fire person. That's not... a thing right?

You were going to so regret this.

A singular claw inched its way towards the fire. Despite the most basic of your childhood rules you poked the fire. And... And you didn't burn! A grin spread on your face as you poked the thing once again. Only to hear it groan.

What.

This was all new territory for you, being honest. You moved your finger under the object and flipped it over. Watching carefully you noticed whatever it was it had tiny fangs, which meant it had a mouth, which meant it ate, which meant it was alive. Alive and passed out in your trash. Realizing what was going on you grumbled under your breath.

Some sort of... bitty you guess... was unconscious in your trash can. Which made him your responsibility according to your soul. Shoving the feeling aside you carefully picked up the bitty.

You were only keeping him til he woke up. Then you'd send him on his way. That's it. Your soul seemed happy with the compromise, letting up on the constriction in your chest.

Huffing at your temperamental soul you cuddled the bitty to your chest. Tiny thing was snoring, smoke leaving his mouth in puffs. He was unsurprisingly warm and by the time you got inside you didn't want to set him down. Ignoring your inner wishes you set him down into a tiny blanket nest, using the second to last blanket that was left on your bed.

Now that the bitty was safe and nestled on the counter top you decided to head to bed. He'd probably be up in the morning anyways.

A tired yawn left your own fanged mouth, and you quickly shuffled off to bed.

...

Turns out sleep eluded you once more. Instead you now sat at the kitchen counter, lazily flicking through your pamphlet. As soon as there was enough morning light for any stores to open you had headed out to find some more information about bitties. It had taken you a few hours but eventually you had found yourself at a bitty store. You had rushed in and out faster than normal seeing as it was human territory.

Thank the stars you had succeeded in the venture, you never would've known that the tiny bitty was a grimby. Grimsby. Grillmby? Whatever, it was a tiny fire man who would probably lay havoc to your entire house. That feeling of regret from earlier surged back, making you bang your head softly against the table.

"What the fu..?" Your head stopped banging the table. You sat up with your head facing the table for a quiet moment, not quite ready to face the stare you felt burning towards you.

Finally willing up enough courage you glanced upwards, catching the wide eyes of the aforementioned Grimby. You stared at each other, your golden eyes catching his bright red ones.

You began to raise a hand, a normal human one you might mention, before he started screaming. Now you should iterate, not screeching, more like cussing you out.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!? WHERE AM I, I DEMAND YOU TAKE MY BACK NOW YOU FUCKING HUMAN! WHAT THE FUCK!? GET SOME MODERN DECENCY YOU SOULLESS SHIT!"

You blinked once. Twice. Before the insults started to register.

"Hey, no, what the hell? Calm down you piece of shit!" You answered his barrage of cussing with your own. Both of you were staring at each other in silence. Finally you sighed heavily, making the Grimby flinch. "I'm going to get up now and come to the counter, okay?" He didn't respond but you took that as your okay and slowly rose from your seat.

You felt his ruby eyes trained on you as you shifted slightly. Finally you sat down on the chair, now closer to the tiny fireball. He stared at you, it was definitely a he you realized, as you looked him up and down. Now that he wasn't covered in his own protective flames you could see a small silver tuxedo, one that you faintly recall from that pamphlet you had made off with. His mouth was red on the inside like his eyes and you could see the flames in them swirl as his panic influenced his breathing.

You let out a soft sigh, making him flinch again. You flinched at yourself, the noise echoing around the room. Shaking your head you reprimanded yourself silently. You glanced back at him, noticing his breathing calming down. Shakily you spoke.

"Let's start over. I'm Halcyon. You are?"