Biting
(A secondred shipper who found the concept of Second having huge ass sharp teeth? It gets weirder than you think.
Aka, I discover sharp toothed second and become a secondred shipper within two seconds.)
(Also, Second: They/Them, Blue: He/She, Yellow: He/She, Red: He/Him, Green: He/They.)
It'd been a comfortable morning. Second had doodled and chatted with Alan a bit, Red found another llama, Yellow succeeded in another mod, Blue was potion making, and Green was out visiting Purple. (Again, suspiciously.)
Second was now flopped on the ground, doodling absentmindedly in a sketchbook. Their hair was pulled into a braid courtesy of Red, and their hoodie was tossed to the side.
They started chewing on their shirt subconsciously, only noticing after about ten minutes.
Pulling their shirt collar away, they grumbled a bit, but other than that, returned to drawing. They started chewing on it again after a few minutes.
—O—
The second (heh) 'chewing incident' happened when Second found ice cubes in the freezer.
Grabbing a few to drop in their water, they hissed as their jaw kicked into pain. Raising a hand and massaging it, they looked at the ice cubes in their hand. They popped an ice cube in their mouth and chewed on it, grinning at the crunch.
Huh. They… bit through that easier than expected.
Whatever.
They ended up eating the entire ice tray though.
—O—
The third incident, Second had been with Alan.
The two were talking, typing back and forth and occasionally glancing at the animation they were working with.
Second swore in text as their jaw acted up again, which made Alan make a slightly offended face on the other side of the screen. Second waved him off, grabbing the pencil they'd tossed to the side.
Drawing a rubber chew toy, they gnawed on it, damn near melting when the pain left. Alan watched with a confused expression, before shrugging. Second ended up shrinking it so they could chew on it and still work.
The rest didn't have questions, either.
—O—
There were a lot of incident's, one where Red theorized Second was turning into some kind of dog, but the seventh…
The seventh incident explained it though.
Second grumbled, readjusting for the fourth time that morning. Their hair was everywhere, sticking out and about. Their hoodie rumbled, and shorts uncomfortably high on their left leg.
Why were they in so much discomfort, you might ask?
Well it's because their jaw hurts like hell. And for no reason at that. Not even the chew toy fixed it anymore.
Sitting up, they rubbed their face. They had gotten some sleep last night, thank god. But this aching pain had woken them up six times. SIX! And that, well, that was an insult to Second's already ruined sleep schedule.
Placing their feet on the floor and standing, they stretched, feeling relief as their back popped a bit. Rubbing at their eyes, they grabbed the hairbrush off the side of the desk beside them, and started attempting to tame their hair.
After a few minutes, they looked in the mirror, sighed at the fact they'd failed. How did Purple keep their hair so neat? They'd have to ask.
Grabbing a hair tie and tugging their hair into a ponytail, they yawned a bit, tossed a hoodie on, and opened their door, stepping out.
Green and Red were sparring a little ways off, and Second watched as Red won. (unsurprisingly, if the others were sparring without Second, Red commonly won.) Blue was cooking at his usual station, and Yellow was reading in the background, tinkering with redstone as she did so.
Second made it a few steps before pain shot through their jaw again, and they groaned. Blue took notice, saying nothing except opening a chest. Second silently grabbed the Potion of Healing they were handed, and the rag, dousing the rag and then placing it against their face. Second mumbled a thank you to Blue, who nodded back, returning to cooking up what Second could only assume was steak.
Flopping down into a chair, they watched as Green and Red sparred for a while, chewing on their tongue.
"Ow! Fuck!" They exclaimed, not expecting pain. Dropping the rag, they felt a bit of blood pool in their mouth. Blue looked over and swore, leaving the stovetop and grabbing another Potion of Healing. Second grabbed an empty bottle, scooping water into it and downing it, splashing a bit of water on themself in the process.
They downed the Healing Potion, a little pissed.
"What the hell?! Why is life fucking me over today!?" Second ranted, feeling their tongue heal as they talked.
Everyone had stopped, staring at him.
"What?" Second asked after a moment, confused.
Yellow lifted a hand and pointed. "Did you check your teeth this morning?" He asked, raising a brow.
Second blinked, confused. "Wha-"
Yellow sighed and produced a mirror out of a file nearby, handing it to Second.
Second opened their mouth, looked at their teeth, and almost dropped the mirror.
"Holy shit-"
Their teeth had become sharper, and by that they meant a lot sharper.
Clicking them together a few times experimentally, they looked at their teeth.
Was this a Hollowhead thing? Second knew Hollowheads were odd. Dark and Cho had powers, sharp teeth, and the inability to die. (Kinda. Second is sure they died in that fight with Dark, despite Chosen's rambles about 'powers'.)
"How sharp are they?" Red asked, immediately running up and looking at them, eyes sparkling. "Do you have any other weird features? What about your tongue? Are you like- part dog-?"
"Red, don't overwhelm them." Yellow said, pulling Red back a little. Second shrugged.
"I don't mind. However, I don't have any answers to your questions, Red." Second responded. Red sighed, before perking up again.
"What if we test it? Like, a blood test to see Sec's DNA?" Red asked, grinning. Blue snorted at the nickname's pronunciation, and Red looked at him confused. Red then shrugged and went back to looking around.
With a vote of 'Yes', Second was having needles poked into their arm, having Red acting like a dentist, and Yellow looking at what the results were.
"Well, obviously there's the wonkiness of your DNA, but something else is laying under that isn't showing up." Yellow said, spinning in his chair.
"Huh. Maybe that's what made the teeth grow in." Second mumbled, running their tongue over their 'chompers' as Red liked to call them.
"Possibly. We can try to get in touch… with Chosen." Yellow shuddered a little at mentioning him, and Second understood. A lot of things had happened around Chosen that no one liked talking about. "We'll see what he says."
Second nodded. "Can I go now? I wanna go bite something."
"Yes, yes, you can go." Yellow sighed.
Second stood, took the needles out, and then rushed out, leaping at the chew toy abandoned on the counter and gnawing at it immediately. Green and Blue looked at them, a look of 'What the fuck' sat on both of their faces. Red snorted, mumbling "Dog." before walking outside to go play with Reuben.
—O—
Okay, maybe having sharp teeth came with some wonky Hollowhead instinct, because now Second wanted to bite everything.
Chew toys, sticks, pencils, their own hoodies, people… the Color Gang had a whole list going now.
Which was why they had opted out on helping Alan.
They didn't want to eat his mouse cursor, and he also didn't know about the very sharp teeth that Second had anyways, sooo…
Yeah, they were stuck.
Until Red's impulsive brain led them out of their room.
Holding the chew toy Second loved so much, Blue, Green, and Yellow watched as Second followed, staring at it, watching it's every movement. Alan paused sketching, curious, and looked over, knocking his mouse cursor over to the space on accident.
Second's head snapped up, before they crouched down, and using Red as leverage, grabbed onto Alan's cursor, sinking their teeth into it.
It was… kind of like a stick. Not stickfigure, like, wooden sticks. Like, from a tree. An outer shell and a slightly softer inside. They clung on and bit down again, trying to break through the outer shell as if it was a crispy marshmallow.
Alan panicked, grabbing the mouse and shaking it, but Second clung, still trying to break through the outer shell.
Yellow leapt up, grabbing Second by the ankles and yanking them down, causing them to whine. They reached for the cursor again, clicking their teeth. They weren't thinking coherently, all they really knew was 'Ohhh, thingy that goes crunch, I wanna crunch it.'
After wrestling Second onto the floor, Red directed the cursor away and stuffed the chew toy in Second's mouth, satisfying their urge to bite.
Until Second grabbed Red's arm and bit.
Red shrieked a little, panicking, until Red realized that it didn't… hurt. Second's teeth were chomping down on Red's arm, and yet, no pain was felt.
Which was weird, because they could feel pain. Could Second's teeth not inflict that? Or was it a specific thing?
Red was content to sit there, allowing Second to chew on his arm, while Yellow and Blue tried to explain to Alan through pictures. Green had left, not dealing with the nonsense at the moment. Second eventually returned to their chew toy, laying on the floor and staring up as their teeth clicked occasionally.
Yeah, Second was definitely going to be broken in the brain for a bit.
(Nom nom.
I can completely relate to Second here though, I chew on everything. It's a terrible habit but it's not my fault that chewing on rubber feels nice.
Anyways leave a review if ya want, but it'd be nice. :)
(DRINK WATER AND EAT A SNACK 3)