#basically xd

"Oh my, how terrifying. A toddler who is trying to start a fight because he couldn't handle 4 minutes of silence. Oh, mercy. Are you going to send a goose with a knife after me again?" The moon was right behind the gothic boy as he stalked closer, making Chase squint.

"No, but I just might tackled you down again."

He scoffed "The snail with the tophat was more intimidating than you."

"Who won that brawl, again?"

"Not the one with the black eye, that's for sure."

The few seconds after that were blurry, but the one thing Chase remembered crystal clear was the piercing scream right after the warmth of fresh blood coated his pants.

Chase was honest when he said he didn't mean to do any harm. He didn't even push him hard enough to fall! He was just pissed off and irritated and Buddy kept talking back to have the last word and they were so close he could smell his cologne-of-the-day because of course he took full advance of the privileges of an evil empress and had something new every day and the scent of dried roses with herb oils was just so strong he couldn't even think straight.

So, he pushed him.

It genuinely wasn't even hard! Chase just huffed and pushed him with only one hand. Okey, maybe he applied some force but seriously not enough to fall. Just enough to stumble back a few steps as the surprised goth tried to regain his footing.

More than enough for him to step on a bear trap.

Because, of course, they were in the palaces hunting grounds.

Chase froze, the scream strong enough to finally make the owls go quiet and make his brain short-circuit. He looks down in slow motion even though his neck hurts from just how fast he snapped his head down.

Buddy is on the ground, head bowed and clutching at his knee. The beartrap got him by the calf, the rusty metal teeth digging into flesh and ripping up his tight black pants. The sharp smell of fresh warm blood enough to make Chase nauseous as adrenalin pumps through his veins. He doesn't even remember closing the short distance between them and crouching next to Buddy. No idea how to help the situation but too guilty to do nothing.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Don't touch the trap-"

"No no it's fine we should leave it in or you'll bleed out I'm so sorry-"

"It burns-

"I'm so sorry stay calm-"

"If you jostle me again I'm going to punch you in the-"

"Let me see if the trap is-"

"Get. Off. Of. Me!"