Lucky!!! - Chapter 05
#5 of Godforsaiken Fings
Feigh, a Red Panda so lucky that it could likely constitute being a horrible curse, finds her life in turmoil when one day her good luck is stolen!
_ CW: Violence, Gore _
The smell is indescribable, luckily for most the need to ever gain the means doesn't occur, but our Human friend here now finds himself in need of this particular vocabulary. As his vision, what's left of it, through a gushing of blood and the swelling around his eye, he knows he was just in a car accident. In particular, he was in between two cars crashing into each other, inside the pathway, in the middle of the roundabout in Colchester, his means of perception robs him to be any more specific than that. His entire lower half has been eviscerated and his friends are now just stains. He is dragging his intestines as he tries to claw to the side walk. He passes by the vehicles, catching glances of bumper stickers, which may of belonged to either of the cars he finds himself between, containing slogans like "Real Adult Humans" and "Proud to protect my kids from THEM". Continuing on, he also spots the markings of a vehicle owned by a politician, a campaigning truck for the Humanity Party, the old Human coalition government before the MCP wrested control for Monsters. He cries for help, they're fellow Humans, sympathizers to the Humane Cause, if they're still alive they would absolutely help him! He can't muster the words behind the slurry of guts and Humanity that now floods his esophagus. A figure materializes in the distance and he tries to make any noise, even the gurgling would do, eventually he recognizes it as a Monster, A Red Panda. Not just any Red Panda, but the exact red panda who he chased out of Colchester long ago, pre-Event. Did she...? Feigh absolutely recognized him too, and now is sitting on a camp chair eating popcorn, as she takes in the scene. Responding to his gurgles for help, she shakes her head and reveals:
-Oh no, I'm just here to watch.
After the most satisfying 5 minutes of her life, as she watches this transphobe melt into the Humanity he so coveted, she takes a deep breath. She is greeted with the stench of petrol, sulphur, destruction, darkness and death. Oh, it is intoxicating. And her good luck made sure this was a guiltless display, as only fellow Humans of equal wretchedness were involved in this accident. No quotation marks, this was an accident, but how fortunate for it to occur now, with a precise casualty list of Feigh's choosing.
She packs up her camp chair, puts her rubbish in a little carrier back and gets up to leave. She walks all the way to the bottom of North Hill and to the side, not too far away from where she landed on that coach all that time ago. She walks on over to the Faerie who brought her up, courtesy of the Shortcut App of course.
-I hope you don't mind unsolicited criticism cos uh, you smell like shit. The Faerie declares.
-Well sorry about that, I ran into an accident on the way here and you will not believe the stank this fur can retain! Explains Feigh, as she pats the fur on her arms and little particles fly off.
-Offf, what are the odds? That sounds really unlucky.
Feigh pauses a little bit, as she looks towards the sky and chuckles a little to herself.
-No actually, I wouldn't say it is.