I couldn't help myself! I'm LizzyLucky, the same writer who did "Faultless" (about Krel being hurt after the final available episode) and "3Below - Book of Drabbles", which still needs more requests! But, on that note, I kept getting requests I really wanted to write more than 100 words for, and I've picked up enough tricks to think that I could be better at one shots than I was before the book of drabbles, so I'm making a One-shots collection for 3Below!

True to my word, I'm starting it off with a request I got from ElementalKeys about Krel being followed by a duckling on his way home, and then he just kinda falls in love with it. It already has a drabble in my other book (which I would totally recommend you check out) but I could do it more justice here.

I JUST COULDN'T RESIST.

Thanks, you guys!

-LizzyLucky

Krel had decided he needed some fresh air. School had been rough on him that day- he just felt lonely too easily amongst people who didn't seem to care whether he was there or not. Yeah, that was what he and his sister were aiming for- they were supposed to be 'invisible', but now that they understood enough of Earth's customs, being passed by just kind of… 'sucked'.

Anyway, Aja had been yapping about her boyfriend and Krel decided it might be nice to take a walk. Seeing as it was pretty close to midnight, he didn't bother to restore his human form. He just went in his own form, four arms and all.

After walking for maybe 20 minutes, which seemed to be enough to clear his head, he decided it was time to head back home. Aja would probably pout at him for leaving her alone, and Vex would likely reprimand him for leaving in his Akiridion form, but he didn't care. He hadn't been spotted by anyone, and Aja could manage being separated from her brother for a half an hour, he was sure. There wasn't anything he needed protection from tonight, at least.

As he walked along the dirt path, he heard a rustling behind him. Maybe he had been spotted…

Whipping around, serrator at the ready, he saw… nothing. There was nothing there. He chuckled quietly to himself and began to turn around when he spotted something very small on the ground- it looked like a miniature yellow duck.

"Why are you so small?" He wondered aloud when it occurred to him that the other species indigenous to this planet probably had to grow from infancy as well. "A duckling." He concluded.

He knelt down to look at it, the small thing staring up at him as well. He was fascinated by how it appeared to have tiny yellow feathers- or something of the sort- sticking out in every direction. Was this a defense mechanism? Did it make it look bigger to predators?

Krel cut his thoughts short as the duckling chose, completely out of the blue, to charge at him, head on. He leapt back to his feet, startled, and stumbled backward so quickly that he fell over.

"Ah, ah, you should- what-" he ground out, watching the thing ram into his left foot. It stopped for a moment and then, throwing Krel for another loop, it leapt up onto his leg and scurried up it. Krel himself scurried backward, feeling unreasonably afraid of what the duckling could do to him- adult ducks themselves could be quite… fierce, he'd learned.

The duckling waddled across his stomach, causing involuntary muscle spasms and unchecked giggles on Krel's part, and them came to a stop on his chest just in front of his nose. Krel had one arm from each side of his body up like he was ready to fight, but he didn't actually know what he was going to do. The duckling sat down and made a tiny chirping noise. Krel's eyes widened and he just stared at the duckling, fascinated and still illogically terrified it might do something.

After a moment, he decided it would be best if he picked it up and set it down- it probably had a family off somewhere. Using one arm, he ever-so-gently scooped it up, to which the little duckling made a very annoyed little squeak, and put it down as quickly as he dared. As soon as it was on the ground, he scrambled to his feet and leapt back several paces. The duckling didn't move.

"Go on." Krel urged, using a hand to shoo it away. It still didn't move. "Oh, kleb, did I kill it?" He wondered aloud. It would be best if he just turned around and ran home- he had no business being out here in the first place. The duckling was probably fine. Probably…

Consciousness picking at him, Krel knelt back down again to check on the baby duck and found it was perfectly fine. It just didn't seem to want to go anywhere. He huffed to himself and stood back up, turning around as he did so.

He'd only taken two steps when he heard another quiet chirp and felt something soft crash into his ankle. He stopped walking and looked down to see the creature looking up at him

"You cannot follow me!" He whispered loudly. "You need to go!" He said. Although, looking at the tiny duck, he felt a prickle of worry that it wouldn't get home.

He leaned over to scoop it up- it kind of sounded like the duckling purred at him when he did- and turned around to start looking for a nest or a pond when it occurred to him that there wasn't a pond around for almost two miles. Either this duckling had to live in a very close nest of ducks that liked walking that far, or it was very far from home indeed. And who knew what kinds of other animals might try to attack it?

"Augh, I can't go to the pond tonight. It's too far. I'm going to put you-" He stopped to look around. There was no immediate place he could just leave this baby duck.

"Fine! You win!" He said begrudgingly. "I'll take you back to the pond tomorrow and we'll see if we can find your family." The duckling, having no idea what he said, seemed pretty content just to sit in his hands. Krel couldn't deny how soft the thing was, either… He sighed heavily and put the duckling up on his shoulder, where it immediately scooted over to lean against his neck for the warmth. Krel chuckled in spite of himself.

He walked the rest of the way home carefully, afraid the little duckling might fall off his shoulder, but it never did.

To say the least, neither Aja nor Varvatos Vex seemed very happy when he returned home with a fuzzy yellow thing on his shoulder.

I'm afraid I may not have done the idea justice- of course, I think everyone is afraid they're not keeping everyone in character or that they're not doing a good job… But I'll leave that up to you guys! What do you think of this one-shot? Did I do it justice? And what other ideas would you like to see me write for?

-LizzyLucky