Author's Notes: This one was really fun to write. Not exactly FGAL (the only angsting is Twitchtip) but definitely a bit of rat luff.
Help Me Out;; Twitchtip and (guess).
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There are many stages of grief. Disbelief, anger, depression, and so on and so forth., until you reach acceptance. Of course, just because you accepted something didn't mean you liked it. Twitchtip had officially reached the 'well this sucks' stage of grief.
"I hate my life," she remarked to no one in particular, as she gazed at her surroundings with a sneer of distaste. The female had been trapped in the pit for about a week now. The gnawing crippling hunger pains had become a normal thing, and she was resigned to the painful fate of having her teeth pierce her brain cavity. Lovely, isn't it? "Who's that?!" Twitchtip exclaimed suddenly when her still sharp ears picked up a scratching sound above her.
"You can't smell me?" was the reply. The voice was low, velvety, and definitely amused.
"No, actually," Twitchtip spat angrily. She was sick of everyone, this gnawer was probably part of Twirltongue's group, "the serpents robbed me of that pleasure." She said the word 'pleasure' like a violent curse word.
"Oh…" Apparently the owner of the voice hadn't thought the conversation through more than this, "I wish it was light."
This comment puzzled Twitchtip, what did he want light for? "Yeah, me too. But why do you want light?"
There was silence, and then a sheepish, "Because you sound really pretty."
It then occurred to her that this gnawer was very young, much younger than herself, and probably just a little foolish. But, she could use it to her advantage. Trying to make her voice as sweet as possible she replied, "Well, I'm certain that if you helped me out of this pit, you could see what I look like."
There was silence, like the other was mulling it over, "I suppose…but…" and then a voice drifted through the air, Twitchtip couldn't tell what it said, but it startled her newfound 'friend' who said, "I have to go. I'll see you later."
A scowl crossed Twitchtip's face, "Damn."
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"Twitchtip!" A shrill whisper woke her from the first good sleep she had had in a long time. Ooooh that voice was going to pay. "Twitchtip, hurry."
The small gnawer looked up, and clicked waiting for her echolocation to tell her where the other gnawer was. Her eyes widened, damn he was big. And the startling part? He was right next to her. "Wha?" was all she could manage.
"I'm getting you out," her friend told her with a grin.
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The two ran, the larger gnawer at a slow jog so that the sprinting Twitchtip could keep up. After a little while they could see a river up ahead. It was filled with small glowing jellyfish-like animals. In the eerie green glow Twitchtip's dark eyes rose to see who had saved her from the torments of the pit.
Her eyes widened in absolute shock.
So, who is it? Um...if you don't know...you're dumb. Like...just wow. I mean...this is ME you're talking(reading?) to. You should know. I just thought this was so cute. Oh, and this is also another way that Twitchtip could have escaped...
&&..dead chick walking..