#clover fics

“Dude, are you sure that these birds know what they’re searching for?” Charlie asked as he walked behind Pim, who was carrying twigs and sticks of different sizes. The macaw flock had flown away in different directions, still in search of the location of the strawberry orchids and natural honey. None of the birds had returned with any updates, so the pair were stuck exploring and doing their own search on the island’s terrain.

“Positively certain!” Pim replied, doubt completely absent in his voice. “Cerulean horned macaws are incredibly smart. They’ll help us find what we need in no time.”

“I hope so.” Charlie rubbed his right arm while his shoulders hunched up. “It’s just…it feels like forever since we left in search of those ingredients. Feels like forever since we’ve been trapped here. And it’s only been half a day.” He turned his head up to look at the cloudless sky, the bright cyan shade that he first saw when he woke up on the dusty floor of the island had now become a hue of pale blue.

He wished he had a wristwatch on him so he could keep track of all the hours that he and his friends had spent on this tropical hellhole.

“I mean, apart from Allan, we have yet to set up a proper shelter, the captain is still missing, not to mention-” Charlie abruptly gasped and shouted while pointing. “THAT!”

Pim flinched at Charlie’s sudden shouting and turned to see what it was that his friend was scared of.

Turned out to just be a giant rat cleaning itself while standing on a boulder.

Pim stared at Charlie with a furrowed brow and a head tilt.

“Charlie, that's just a rat.” He spoke with a low tone of voice

“Exactly! I fucking hate those things, man! When I lived with my uncle there was a huge infestation of rats in his basement. He ended up having to go to the hospital because he got bitten by one.”

“Oh my.” Pim’s expression shifted from puzzlement to concern. “He did recover though, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah he did, thank heavens, but I will never forget the way they all scurried around and ate everything in sight. Not to mention the evil looks in their eyes…” Charlie began stared off into the distance with a blank gaze.

“Unresolved trauma aside, if we ever encounter more rats or any other weird looking creatures, it’s probably best if we stay away from them.” Charlie talked as he stepped cautiously away from the gray furred rat.

“Well the rats are understandable. But why can’t we talk to any other creatures? I could convince them to be friendly and help us out just like the macaws!”

“Allan and Glep are right though, Pim. We already have a lot on our hands and we can’t have anything else distracting us. Our only focus right now is on surviving and getting what we need so that we can get out of here before we all revert to thinking like cavemen.”

Without warning, the yellow critter yelped on as he tripped and landed face first on the hard dirt surface.

Pim gasped. “Charlie! Are you okay?”

Charlie groaned while he pushed himself upward and wiped the dirt off his face and shirt. “Peachy.” He replied with an irritated frown and he began to walk at a faster speed.

Pim looked down at the floor to look at whatever it was that caused Charlie to trip. It looked like an ordinary rock, but then it uncurled and revealed itself as a large lizard with spikes on its body and the tip of its tail.

Not wanting to get bitten by the rocky reptile, Pim jogged away until he caught up with Charlie, who grumbled while he dusted off the rest of the dirt that caught onto his arms.

As Pim walked next to his friend, he held a tighter grip on his bundle of sticks and looked around their current area.

There seemed to be no signs of strawberry orchids or honey in their close proximity. Instead there were mounds of grass and the trees didn’t have a single beehive hanging from their branches. The only things that hung from there were large leaves and long vines that entangled with one another.