Holy sheep!!

“This is it. This is how I die.”

There the bird laid in a bed of leaves on the ground. There was a trail of blood he had left from the previous incident.

“Feathers plucked, wing broken. So this is how I’m going to go?? okay. This is fine, I guess.”

He stumbled pathetically on the ground, attempting to fly with a broken wing and, of course, failing.

“I’m fine.”

The noctowl sat upright, still in a state of shock. This wasn’t happening.

“Could be worse, right???? Right??? RIGHT?????????”

The dumb bird should’ve kept his mouth shut. With one foul swoop, the bird was pounced on by a feline-like pokemon. All the bird could do was scream and cry as he awaited his bitter fate.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine himself in a better place. Attempting to trap himself in a kind, forgiving memory, but before he could think of one, he was dropped to the ground in front of some sort of pink nightmare

it was smiling....why was it smiling...

Before the noctowl could open his beak, the eyesore began talking. Loudly.

“DANG SON, it looks like you’ve been through hell.

But don’t worry man, I’ll have my dude fix you up. You’re safe now!!”

You could see the desperate cry for help in the owl’s eyes.

Out of breath and exhausted. But from what? He had been sleeping all day but the headache just wouldn’t go away. The room was spinning, voices echoed. Where was he?

Who’s bed was this….

Everything smelled so familiar and yet…nothing looked familiar at all.It was frustrating. Angering. Saddening. Frightening. All at once, there were so many emotions flooding his head, he couldn’t bare it. A figure approached him. He couldn’t make out who it was, but their voice silenced it all for the moment.

“You haven’t been yourself lately, buddy….what’s the matter..?”

The pounding of his head made it hard to process the other’s words

“Did you eat something?? Is that why you’re so sick….?”

They had a soothing sound to their voice…

“Just…..please. Tell me whats wrong….”

Who were they?Who was he?