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jimmerzz0905 · 2 years ago

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i made this comic and decided to make a fic based off of it lol

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yawstrich and Strombonin Take Sporerow In As Their Child After Cataliszt Acts like an Ass to Them~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“WHAT?!”

cried Strombonin and their partner Yawstrich. They had been together for quiiiiite a long time, but they weren’t ready to take care of some random green, plantlike bird Monster just yet.

“I mean, Yawstrich, were you not the one who dreamed Sporerow here up?” replied the smug Cataliszt. For the seer of dreams and someone who could literally bring your dreams to life, they were a bit of an ass sometimes.

Yawstrich ruffled its feathers. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that Strombonin and I are going to, you know, raise them as our CHILD!”

“We are not ready. Sure, we’ve been together for… a couple of months, but we are NOT ready for some… feral lost child to come into our lives,” the stoic centaurine Monster retorted, crossing his arms and glaring at the smug cat. omg smug cat????? raymond animal crossing???????

Yawstrich grinned at their boyfriend. “B-besides, uh, aren’t there literally ShLep and G’joob?? T-they’ve taken Cherubble in as their son, you know!”

“Well, you should know that Sporerow finds ShLep pretty… *repulsive*, to say the least,” Cataliszt said. “Plus, they’ve imprinted on Yawstrich and there’s nothing I can do to change that.”

Yawstrich, despite being a bird Monster, started sweating. “I-I, but- I— IMPRINTED?!?”

“You heard me right. IMPRINTED.”

Oh.

OH.

SPOREROW SAW YAWSTRICH AS A PARENT. A *PARENT.*

“THEY SEE ME AS A PARENT?!?! B-BUT WHAT ABOUT STROMBONIN?!” the panicked, pink-feathered Monster cried out.

“More of some figure to pester who so happened to date their parent,” Cataliszt shrugged. Strombonin facepalmed. The Strombone’s random loud outbursts were already enough, but at least he KNEW them. Sporerow? He didn’t even know Sporerow at all!

“I-”

“Good luck, you two. I’ll just go back to seeing dreams now,” Cataliszt said, butt-scooching away and leaving the couple behind with Sporerow. Strombonin glared at Cataliszt. They couldn’t just go “Hey, this is your kid now!” and then FUCKING SCOOCH AWAY TO LOOK AT DREAMS.

“YOU GREY, MACARONI-SHAPED SON OF A-”

“Ashushushushushushushushush!”

The very nervous Yawstrich looked at their partner, then back at Sporerow. He gulped and stretched out a wing.

“Hi, little one! Uh, my name’s Yawstrich! You know, the Monster who… uh… you see as a parent..?”

The shorter green bird-like Monster just stared.

“The Shroomites want to talk,” Sporerow replied in an unnerving voice.

“The… the what-now?” Yawstrich inquired. What was a Shroomite?? Suddenly, tiny mushrooms with orange caps and blue eyes popped up from around Sporerow’s head and arms. Yawstrich grimaced.

“Hopefully those only latch onto them like barnacles on aged Strombones, and are not… eugh,” Strombonin whispered to their partner, also grimacing. Sporerow’s head turned to them.

“Huh?”

“Oh.” Strombonin cleared his throat. “Um, hello. You may call me Strombonin, your other parent… apparently.”

“You’re my other parent?”

“Yes. You know, those, er, Shroomies-“

“Shroomites.”

“Yes, Shroomites, around you, they kind of remind me of the Strombone.”

“…What’s a Strombone?”

Strombonin tensed up, but Yawstrich exchanged a look with them that caused him to loosen. “A friend I have. They are this pink snail, and they can be rather loud. You may have seen me make music with them whenever I join into Mythical Island’s song.”

Sporerow simply blinked.

“Can I eat them?”

This alarmed Strombonin. Eat the Strombone?! Who would DO such a thing?!? The Strombone was his best friend—and FIRST friend—and he was NOT going to let that happen.

“Sporerow—”

“NO,” Strombonin said angrily. “You may NOT eat the Strombone. They are *NOT* to be *EATEN*,” they said, starting to raise their voice. This alarmed both Sporerow and Yawstrich.

“Relax, Strombie!” Yawstrich exclaimed. “There’s no need to get so mad, come here.”

“Please do not call me that name in public…” Strombonin muttered, although not as angry as earlier because of the warmth of Yawstrich’s pink feathers. It was oddly soft, too…

The flustered blue Monster laid his head down on Yawstrich’s, unsure of what to do. They eventually made eye contact, with Yawstrich smiling at Strombonin and vice versa. He eventually took his head off of theirs as they looked into each other’s eyes, seemingly lost. As the two Monsters cuddled, Sporerow and the Shroomites just… stared and frowned as Yawstrich and Strombonin’s faces got closer.

“What are you two doing?” they asked, interrupting the tender moment.

Oh. Wait, why were their faces so close to each other?! Strombonin quickly pushed away from Yawstrich, clearing his throat awkwardly. Yawstrich just sheepishly grinned at Sporerow.

“That is none of your business,” Strombonin replied, shaking off whatever feeling Yawstrich gave them. That was… awkward.

“W-we were just, uh… hugging! Nothing more than that,” Yawstrich replied, awkwardly chuckling. It exchanged a glance with their blue-and-purple-scaled partner. “Strombonin and I, we, uh, just love each other very much, that’s all!”

“Yawstrich, you are making it sound like we just-”

“ASHUSHUSHUSHUSHUSH. NO. Please. I don’t— uh, um.”

“What?”

“Um.”

This… was awkward. I mean, of course Sporerow was disgusted—they just watched their new-found parents nearly start passionately kissing in front of their own eyes—but it was still VERY awkward.

“Yeah, um�� it was nothing, really!” Yawstrich stammered. “We were just… talking about how we wanted to take you to our home Islands so you could, uh, know how to get around!”

“Yawstrich, that is not what we-”

“Strombie, please! It’s a good way to try and bond with them.”

“Yawstrich, I thought neither of us knew how to raise a child??”

“Uh, no. We—we don’t.”

Strombonin and Yawstrich exchanged looks with each other. They looked at Sporerow, then one another.

“Home Islands?” Sporerow asked, cocking their head.

“Yeah, um, we don’t-”

“We do not actually live here,” Strombonin said. “I live on Cold Island, and Yawstrich here lives up on Air.”

“Can we go to Cold first?” Sporerow asked. “The Shroomites don’t like dry places.”

“…”

Strombonin was… not so sure about that. Sure, Cold Island was his home, but what would everyone think of him coming home with their partner and some child—who was technically HIS?! He’d built an “emotionally unavailable strong guy” reputation around Cold Island, and that would ruin it for sure. He was sure that a LOT of Monsters would just teasingly call him “Papa” or something like that, which he did NOT want. He would rather DIE OF FROSTBITE than be called “Papa” by a bunch of Monsters. He tensed up.

Yawstrich noticed its boyfriend tense up, and got the feeling something was wrong. “Hey,” they said, snapping Strombonin out of their thoughts. “I’ll come with you and try to prevent you from getting embarrassed!”

“…”

Strombonin loosened. That could have embarrassed him even more, but at least he could be himself around Yawstrich without getting judged. It was always there for him.

“…We should go, then. Yawstrich, there are a bunch of warm clothes in the Castle if you and Sporerow need them. I’ll go get them for you,” he said, heading towards the castle.

“Oh! Strombonin, that’s really nice of you, but I think I can make it on Cold Island without any of that,” Yawstrich replied, blushing. Sure, he had temperature issues, but she didn’t want their partner to worry so much about them.

Strombonin looked back at Yawstrich. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Y-yes, I’m sure.”

“…I’ll just go get some in case,” they replied, heading inside the castle to get some warm clothes for their partner and apparent child. This was surely going to take some time, so Yawstrich figured she’d strike up a conversation with Sporerow.

“So, you like plants, right?” he asked, smiling.

“Yes.”

“Oh, cool! Not a lot of them grow up on Air Island, but there IS a nice garden inside the Castle if you want to go check it out with Strombonin later.”

“Okay. Does Strombonin like plants?”

“That, I don’t really know. He’s a little iffy when it comes to them, heh.”

Sooner enough, Strombonin emerged with a heap of scarves, hats, jackets, and mittens on their back.

“O-oh. Oh, uh Strombie, you didn’t have to-”

“You have not been anywhere other than Air or Mythical, Yawstrich!” Strombonin called out. “I can’t just let you freeze in the cold.”

“Well, it’s nice that you care, but how are you going to carry all of that—plus your Strombone—before we arrive at Cold??”

“I will just carry all of this on my back,” the blue centaurine Monster replied.

“Well, can’t we help you with all of it?”

“No. I can handle this by myself.”

“Alright, understandable.”

++a few hours later, on Cold Island++

The snow crunched as Strombonin, Yawstrich and Sporerow moved through. Relatively small gusts of snow flurried throughout the Island, partially covering the 3 Monsters in it.

“Why’s this cold stuff everywhere?” Sporerow asked, a snowflake landing on their beak and melting.

“It is called snow,” Strombonin replied. “Since Cold Island is, well, cold, this always comes down instead of rain.”

“Okay.”

“Do you like the snow?” Yawstrich asked. “I-it’s fun to play in, apparently!”

“No.”

“O-oh. Okay… brrrrrrr.” Yawstrich shivered. Even with multiple scarves, a leg-warmer, and a hat, they were still somehow really cold.

“A-CHOO!”

This alarmed Strombonin. “Yawstrich, are you okay?!” he frantically asked, panicking. “Oh no, oh nononononONONONONO. PLEASE don’t tell me you’re getting frostbite, PLEASE—”

“Strombie, d-dear, y-you don’t have to worry about me..! I-I’m fine, just… brrrrrrr.”

“Are you okay?”

“WHICH ONE OF US?!” Strombonin cried.

“Strombonin, c-c-calm down!”

“I was talking about Yawstrich,” Sporerow said. “Is Yawstrich okay?”

“Well-”

“WELL, HOPEFULLY.”

“Oh.”

“WE’VE GOT TO GET YOU SOMEWHERE WARM!” Strombonin screamed, waking up a sleeping Tweedle perched on a tree branch above them. The Tweedle wiped her eyes and yawned.

“Huh? What??” she asked, alarming Strombonin.

Oh, crud. Tweedles were very talkative talkative monsters, so she could go whispering to others about Strombonin screaming at the top of their lungs because his partner was shivering and sneezing! Surely an “emotionally unavailable tough guy” wouldn’t throw a hissy fit because his partner was in potential danger. Wait, would he?

Strombonin straightened up and faced the Tweedle. “You did not see ANYTHING,” he growled.

“S-Strombonin…”

“Nonono, I wasn’t going to tell anyone!” she replied, as if she was reading their mind. “Actually, I know a really fast route to the Castle, if you want to go head there.”

“There’s a Castle here?”

The Tweedle turned her head to look at the green, mushroom-covered, plantlike bird Monster. She looked pretty disgusted, flinching at the sight of Sporerow, who just stared back at her.

“…What is that.”

“Oh, them?” Strombonin replied. “That is Sporerow. They are here with me and Yawstrich because of… convoluted reasons involving someone we know.”

“Alright. I won’t tell anyone.”

“…Thank you.”

“Brrrr…”

Strombonin turned his head towards his shivering partner, then looked back at Tweedle.

“PLEASE tell us the nearest route to the Castle.”

“Oh, uh,” Tweedle said, “so if you go straight, then turn to that rock covered in ice, then go through that forest full of really tall trees, you’ll get to the Castle.”

Strombonin breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he muttered.

“Anyti-”

“A-CHOO!”

“OH. ERM, YAWSTRICH, GET ONTO MY BACK.”

“D-dear, it’s really not that ba-AGH!”

Before Yawstrich could finish their sentence, Strombonin hoisted it onto his back, grabbed one of Sporerow’s arms, and dashed straight ahead as fast as he possibly fucking could.

++a few hours later, in the forest++

Strombonin was exhausted. He felt like they had been wandering in circles, and even worse: he and the birds were stuck in the middle of a dark forest filled with snow. It was late, and it was getting colder and colder by the minute; which did NOT help at all. At this point, Yawstrich couldn’t even feel their own wings. Their boyfriend felt like it was too late.

“Yawstrich, I… I am sorry.”

“S-sorry f-for what..?”

“I’m sorry. It… it might as well be DAYS before we get to the Castle…”

“No, it won’t! I-I’m sure of that,” Yawstrich replied, trying to smile at Strombonin. “Do you remember the d-directions Tweedle told you?”

Ah.

Strombonin had forgot about the directions. From what he remembered, they were supposed to go through this forest, but despite having lived on Cold Island all his life, he didn’t know how to get through this forest, nor had he ever gone there. He sat down and lowered his head begrudgingly.

“…No.”

Wiping his eyes, he raised his head and noticed Sporerow talking… to a tree.

“Uh… Sporerow? Wh-what are you talking about with that tree?” Yawstrich asked, straining their neck to try and look.

“It’s telling me the directions,” the green Monster replied.

“…Sporerow, trees cannot talk.”

Sporerow ruffled their feathers. “Yes, they can! It said that we should go that way,” they said, raising an arm and pointing to a gap between two trees. “That goes to a path that leads to the Castle, apparently.”

“…And how are trees supposed to know that?”

Sporerow shrugged. “Trees know a lotta things.”

Strombonin sighed, put Yawstrich back on his back, and decided to follow Sporerow as they talked to various trees that lead their way to the Castle. Sooner enough, the three monsters had made it out of the forest, and were facing structures like Hotels, Mines, Bakeries, Storage Sheds, and a few Wishing Torches along a road that lead to the Cold Island Castle. They got a few weird looks from some Monsters along their fast-paced journey to the Castle, but Strombonin could never have cared less. The only thing they cared about at the moment was getting Yawstrich, who was now fast asleep, into the Castle, where it was warmer.

Finally, the Monsters had made it to the Castle door. The Strombone was fast asleep inside the Castle, but Strombonin did not want to scream out for help. He didn’t want to wake his partner, but he had to get inside somehow…

Then he remembered how Sporerow played their part in Mythical Island’s song, more like a particular part of how they did so: slamming their arms against the ground to make a BOOM noise. Luckily, it wasn’t loud enough to wake anyone up, but it was loud enough to get someone’s attention.

“Er, Sporerow, is it?” Strombonin asked, alerting the younger Monster.

“Yes.”

“…Can you try to perform a part of your song for me?” he asked. “It is to get the attention of the Monsters inside the Castle.”

Sporerow looked at Strombonin. “What do I do?”

“The… thing with your arms, where you slam them against the ground and it makes a ‘boom’ noise.”

Sporerow looked at their arm, and then back at Strombonin. They picked their arm up, then slammed it back on the ground, making a boom sound that was loud enough to get someone’s attention, but not loud enough to wake someone up. “So like this?”

“Yes, like that,” Strombonin replied, nodding. “Now go up there near the moat, and do what I told you.”

Sporerow moved themselves onto the Castle’s moat, raised their arms, then slammed them. However, no Monster came down and noticed, so Sporerow did it again and again, until they noticed a small, dark grey Monster with four bat wings, two horns, and two arms enveloped in a black mist come out from inside the Castle. It had a nightcap on, and wiped its eyes, frowning.

“Ugh, what is it?! If it’s Tweedle again, then I’m not— oh.”

It stared at the strange green, birdlike Monster on the moat, and behind them was Strombonin, with Yawstrich sleeping on his back.

“Strombonin? Who’s this weird green thing?”

Strombonin straightened up and looked down at the Grumpyre. “That ‘weird green thing’ is Sporerow. My… apparent child.”

The Grumpyre narrowed its eyes. “YOUR kid? How is that YOUR kid? They look nothing like you. Plus, who’s the other parent??”

Strombonin glared at the Grumpyre, then gestured to Yawstrich, who was lying down sleeping on his back. “Yawstrich, the pink one, is the other parent. Someone we knew gave us the responsibility to take Sporerow in as our child, and now here we are.”

“…And why are you here at the Castle, of all places? Y’know, there’s a Humble Hotel down the road…”

Strombonin glared HARDER at the Grumpyre. “We are here because we are bringing Yawstrich to the INFIRMARY. They have been freezing ever since we came here, and I am trying to warm her up.”

“You have to let us in or the Shroomites won’t like you,” Sporerow added.

“The what?”

The Shroomites popped up from around Sporerow’s head and arms and glared, making the Grumpyre grimace.

“Alright, fine,” the Grumpyre retorted, crossing its arms. “You can come in.”

Strombonin turned towards Sporerow and nodded. Sporerow smiled back at their parent as they headed to the Castle’s infirmary.

++a few hours later, in the infirmary++

Yawstrich blinked their eyes open and found himself lying on a bed in what appeared to be the Castle infirmary. There was a warm bowl of soup on the nightstand to their right, and to their left was Strombonin and Sporerow.

“Oh, thank GLAISHUR you’re awake,” Strombonin exclaimed. “Sporerow and I, we were… we were worried.”

“Ah ha, that’s okay!” Yawstrich cheerfully replied to their boyfriend, smiling at him. “At least I’m safe and warm now, right?”

Strombonin found themselves lost in Yawstrich’s eyes, then quickly pulled himself back together. “…Yes. At least you are safe and warm.”

Yawstrich grinned. “So, what happened when I was asleep?”

“Well…”

“Dad let me make music so I could get someone’s attention and let us in, and now you’re here,” Sporerow said quickly.

Wait, DAD?!

“Excuse me,” Strombonin added, “‘dad’??”

Sporerow smiled and nodded. “I mean, you’re the other Monster I look up to!” They then turned to face Yawstrich. “Right, Momdad?”

“Uh, ‘momdad’?”

“Dad told me that other Monsters called you a boy and a girl and also something else.”

A confused Yawstrich blinked, then smiled. “Okay!”

Strombonin stood up. “So… we are an actual family now.”

“Yeah,” Yawstrich added, “we are!”

“Do we hug now?” Sporerow asked. “Because I don’t know if I’ve ever been hugged before, and it looks like fun.”

Strombonin and Yawstrich exchanged looks with one another, then smiled at Sporerow. “Of course! Bring it in.”

The three Monsters eventually got close together in a big hug, tired from all of the walking and running from earlier. They’d gone through… stuff while on their way to Cold Island, but it was all worth it.

++epilogue, on Mythical Island++

Cataliszt noticed Strombonin, Yawstrich, and Sporerow all sitting together at the Bakery, laughing and eating a Big Salad. They butt-scooched over to the family.

“So, how was the family trip?”

The family then turned to look at Cataliszt. Yawstrich and Strombonin glanced at each other.

“Well,” Yawstrich said, “it’s a long story…”

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this was supposed to be short why did it take me from late at night to like 4 pm 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ANYWAYS uhhhhh. i love featherscales and I love the found family trope so yeah have this lol

tagging my fellow featherscales enjoyers: @dreamythism @paidexp @sc9ut @sc9utmain @i-put-the-milk-before-the-cereal hiiiiii