Red, Duck, and Yellow venture out in their lovely little car and makes a stop for the night. Asking for cuddles won't leave them three in tears, right? Wrong, they're all crying now deal with it, you beautiful bastard. x "...I don't know, I don't think this is a good idea..." muttering under his breath, Duck is certainly scared shitless. Water came from the skies above, painting the concrete wet. Puddles were scattered everywhere and they were never-ending. He doesn't know what it is, but by god, he was scared of it. Maybe it was just a scary phenomenon, possibly a punishment from whatever god was out there, a punishment for leaving home. [ crossposted from ao3 ]
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