#ooc: good luck now Nikos’s family has to deal with tiny dog

[symbiote-siblings]

“Tara!”

“Ow- fuck- you bastard!”

‘YAP YAP!’

“AUGH- FUCKING HELL- AH!”

“Furby! YEAH BEAT HIS ASS!”

“Stop STANDING there and get this RAT OFF ME- GAH! THE DAMN EYE- FUCK!”

~whimper~

“SHIT- FURBY!”

…

Mrrrp… gnnn…

“LET HER GO-“

~sneeze~ eeaugh…

“So much trouble… a pity.

But it’ll be worth it.”

…

With a waking sneeze, the small dog’s large eyes burst open. She lay flat on her stomach, covered by rubble. She blinked a few times before sneezing again, a sneeze that shook her entire body upright again, rubble and dust flying upward and away as she stood. Furby cleared her throat with a snarl and shook more violently than necessary to get the rest of that grey rubble off. And her fur poofed back outward and crazier than before.

The small dog smelled something off. Blood. And she licked at her lip, turning her head in circles to try and find the source of it. Only to be stuck on a forever circle because the wound was on her ear and she is failing to realize it. It only took a few seconds before she gave up on trying to find the source of the blood and looked outward.

This wasn’t the stinky city… well… it was… just stinkier than she remembered. Pavement cracked and raised, buildings smoking, destroyed property, rubble and fire. Citizens were injured and had to pull themselves to a flat surface. Emergency services struggled to reach some patients and survivors. And when Furby took another sniff.

It stank.

Stank of what? This wasn’t city stink. That was blood stink. And body stink. But not grimy juvenile human stink. It was rotting stink. Rotting body stink.

She didn’t like that stink.

Where was she?

Where was her weird brother? And those weird gooey things?

Her ears flattened to her head as she turned her head to the side, then the other, turning in a full circle both ways on the cracked street, surrounded by a broken urban land.

They weren’t there.

Furby lowered her head, making strangled whimpers, legs shaking.

Furby didn’t like that.

But Furby doesn’t give up so easily, oh no. Furby is ferocious.

Sort of.

…

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap-

Furby trotted as fast as she could on the broken pavements, serving through crowds and biting ankles of those who got in her way-

taptaptaptaptap-

And would run faster and out of reach when they tried to lunge for her.

However, tiny legs only get you so far.

By the time she arrived near her destination, the sun was slowly starting to set. Bright lights and news casts were screened all over the city and pictured the horrid images of the rampage caused by that weird stinky many legged hairless but not very hairless because he had a bit of hair old human.

She sneezed with disapproval.

…

Sneaking into apartment complexes was rather easy.

By the time she knew it, she was in the room of that weird stinky human with tons of lil spiders but they weren’t spiders they were fake spiders… fpiders.

And she sat on the desk. In front of the computer. And began typing random things to the weird communication center. She thinks. She wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure what a communication center was either. All she knows is that if you poke poke poke at this weird keypad thing, you get help. Most of the time. Or just anger.

Maybe help is coming? She wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure if they understood nor is she sure if she could understand them. Meh.

Another plan then.

She inhaled slowly, puffing her chest outward…

‘YAP YAP GRRRR YA YA YA- GRRMMMM GEAAAAAAHH MMMMMM EAUGH-‘

This yelling continues even when there’s an old man she recognized when she was left here to fend against the spider cat, eyes wide as he burst through the door.

“AYE! Θεέ μου βοήθησέ με, γιατί είναι ο διάβολος στο κατώφλι μου?!”

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