Hi everyone! I couldn't resist! I'm sorry! I'll update Bedside Bonding later today or tomorrow! I promise! Please at least give this fic a chance!
Four year old Javier Rios had never been so afraid. He didn't know how or why, but somehow, fire had caught in his home. He was huddled under the covers, curled up and crying, sobbing, wailing. He was scared- no, terrified, and didn't know what to do. His bedroom door was closed, but he could see flames flickering under the door. He was thankful he didn't have carpet in his room. He didn't know what to do- his small wings under his shell were too weak to support him just yet, and even if they could, he'd never been taught to fly. As he was still a very young larva, his wings were still quite gauzy, limp and weak.
He yelped as a crash sounded in the hallway and the door cracked- the support beams of their large manor were growing weaker by the moment. He lived in a large posh manor- due to his father being a famed Scarer, they were quite wealthy. But still, despite their well built home, soon the roof would come crashing down. Whimpering, he ducked his head further own into his pajama shirt, clutching his stuffed monster rabbit, with four arms, cream fur, and blue ears and paws.
A pounding reached his ears- footsteps, he realized, and his antennae twitched, raising slightly in relieved hope. "M- Mama!" he choked out through his tears. "Papa! I'm in he-ere!" somewhere off to his left, glass shattered, and the light bulb on his lamp burst. He yelped as a piece of shattered glass nicked his cheek, leaving and inch long bloody cut. "C- Come sa-ave me!"
Then a voice, which was definitely not his mama or papa, yelled out "There's someone in there! There were three sharp raps on the door. "Hey! Whoever ya are, are you ok?" a voice demanded through the door.
"I- I'm ok…" he whimpered.
"Ok. Kid, I need you to stay away from the door! Can you do that for me?"
"Y-Yes…" he whimpered.
They waited a moment, before suddenly, the door caved in, and three adult monsters, all in thick dull yellow suits, charged inside. Instantly the smallest rushed to him, gloved hands looking him over in a way that made the young larva very uncomfortable. "Sweetie, are you hurt?" asked a feminine voice from within the suit. "What's your name?"
He coughed; smoke had begun to pour into his bedroom. "J- Javier. Javier Rios."
"A Rios…" the woman breathed in amazement. Suddenly, though, she shook her head and her voice cleared. "Come on, we've got to get him outta here!"
She slipped a mask over his face, handing him off to another monster. He was lithe and tall, with six long arm tentacles that stretched to the floor like noodles. Cocooning the small child in his two highest tentacles, he ran for the window. His other tentacles worked furiously with the lock, flinging it open in a moment. Peeling away his sleeves, it revealed his suction cup covered appendages, promptly using them to scale the wall. Javier could only squeeze his eyes shut and clutch his toy, curled up, praying the strange man wouldn't drop him.
When they reached the ground, he instantly leapt from his arms and skittered away on all four legs, frightened. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but he didn't care. He found himself leaping into his mother's prized shrubs covered in white blossoms, though in the light of the blazing fire they looked orange. He and a friend of his had twisted the vines and branches around into a tiny safe house for playing in beneath all the lush shrubbery, and the second he reached it, he collapsed, sobbing, utterly traumatized. Terrified and desperately in need of comfort, he stayed there, lying on his side for what felt like years. There was shouting and sirens, and he could hear people calling his name. But he didn't move; he didn't want to be found by anyone but his mother or father, and they were the only ones who would ever know to look for him there. Except-
He heard footsteps. Whimpering, he shrunk back further into the leaves, his gray skin blending into the night. An unseen hand ruffled the leaves around, and he dared call out. "M- Mama…?" he sniffled. "Papa? Is tha' you?"
A familiar silky chuckle met his ears. "I ain't your papa, Javier." The person said. "But I am here ta help."
He whimpered, tears still spilling down his face as the other boy appeared beside him. He averted his eyes, burying his head in his knees, antennae drooping. Six year old Johnny Worthington III could only watch his friend sob in misery. His mother had sent him to try and find him; he spent much time here playing, and knew his best and favorite spots to hide. Naturally, as an insect, he loved being outside and surrounded by plants and nature. He figured he'd come here, if anywhere, to seek consolation in the familiarity "C'mon Javier, don' cry… please don't cry."
He only sobbed in response. "J- Just go 'way."
Javier was surprised when he actually got up and left. But he did nothing to call him back, just continued his pitiful crying. He was miserable; eyes stinging and sore, breaths coming in choked gasps, nose running. He was shaking, trembling, on the verge of a stressful emotional breakdown.
Hunkering down in the grass, huddling beneath the leaves, he could only watch in terror as his beloved home burned before his eyes.
So… yeah. What did ya'll think? I just fell in love with Javier's character in the movie, even if he didn't say anything. I'll continue if you guys want me to. I'm working on Bedside Bonding, don't worry! It should be up today or tomorrow.
