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Zhao’s Experiment Roleplay
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Zhao’s Experiment Roleplay"For Arceus' sake, Zuzu, just pet it!" Floyd hissed.
The Poochyena turned to him and a growl started in its throat. Floyd backed up a few steps, lifting his arms in the air. "Hey, don't get mad at me!" he protested.
The Mightyena snarled and drew itself up to its full height.
Floyd looked nervous.
Suddenly, the Mightyena scooped it up by the scruff. The Poochyena gave a yelp of protest. With one last sharp look at the people, it padded off, carrying a struggling Poochyena.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he started walking towards Zuzu's tent, his pack left, forgotten by the fire, slightly unzipped, an end dangling open, revealing what appeared to be a long, thick string...
The fire crackled, sending a spray of sparks that narrowly missed the pack.
Floyd disappeared into the tent.
Off in a house in town, a person sat down on a bed in a room that might've belonged to a little girl. Pale green eyes glinted, yellowish in the dying light of the ancient decrepit lightbulb.
The room's walls were pink, iced with thin white bands that ran along, swirling in patterns of cotton candy and cakes. The dresser was a white, detailed thing that was topped with a thousand things, dirty and messy and ancient, and well-worn.
Isla's legs were held tight to their chest.
Besides them, a toy rabbit lay, crumbled in a heap. It had been bled of its stuffing, the chest concave like the stuffie itself were starving. But the worst of the wounds was a missing eye, a button plucked straight out, leaving only threads and a ripped hole behind.
Isla absent-mindedly stroked the rabbit's stomach, feeling the spit-dried stomach. It must've belonged to a young child at some point. It had that look to it.
Isla closed her eyes, breathing in and out, smelling the ash, tasting the blood.
At last, she decided enough was enough. It was late. She had to set out early tomorrow... if she would make it.
They curled up in the sheets, letting the blanket envelop them.
The rabbit fell of the bed as they tugged the blanket closer.
They closed their eyes.
A name was printed on the bottom. "Frederick Bacchus".