Keltic Ties

“Call me cute and I’ll call you a liar!” She laughed, removing her hands to boop his nose. “Lets agree that we’re both cute, okay?” She moved her hands to his neck, smoothing them to his hair and lacing her fingers into his dark tresses. 

She smiled against the kiss, blushing quite a bit since he returned it. “Love you, Grumpy.” She squeaked against his lips.

“It’s okay!” She leaned up on her toes to give him a quick peck. “I’ll admit this was kind of a last minute thought to do since there isn’t much we can do for eachother anyways. This is my first Valentines day with someone...so I kinda panicked?” Kelly gave a nervous giggle, looking down.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t talk about it to at least get the load off your shoulders.” She moved her hands to gently cup his face, caressing his cheeks. “Be safe out there okay?”

“You know you can always console in me. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t listen to what’s stressing you out?” She asked, placing her hands over his, giving a worried frown.

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Honestly, same.

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”

“Whatever. Gonna take your dog back?”

“Naaaah, I’m goooooood!” She grinned. 

“Well I don’t want it”

“But he wants you.”

“So? He’ll get over it.” He puts the dog down and crossed his arms

Globby sat there, staring up at Keith with the largest, saddest, sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster, giving a pathetic whimper to match. “I don’t think he will, Keith.”

“Then he’ll have to.” Keith shoot backs with an attack of the all famous keith death glare. The deadliest death glare that’s ever been deadified.

She pretended to seem intimidated but she covered her mouth to hide a snicker. “I’m sorry, but that face is like super cute!” She laughed, lifting Globby under her arm. 

“You better have been talking to the dog and not me because then there’s gonna be issues”

“I was not talking to the dog, but sure, whatever helps, Keith.” She giggled.

“What?! I did my deadliest death glare that’s ever been deadified! Everybody gets scared of it! What the fuck!”

“I come from a family of Vikings and Norse men....I mean, you did have a scary glare I’ll give you that but it was also super cute.”

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”

“Whatever. Gonna take your dog back?”

“Naaaah, I’m goooooood!” She grinned. 

“Well I don’t want it”

“But he wants you.”

“So? He’ll get over it.” He puts the dog down and crossed his arms

Globby sat there, staring up at Keith with the largest, saddest, sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster, giving a pathetic whimper to match. “I don’t think he will, Keith.”

“Then he’ll have to.” Keith shoot backs with an attack of the all famous keith death glare. The deadliest death glare that’s ever been deadified.

She pretended to seem intimidated but she covered her mouth to hide a snicker. “I’m sorry, but that face is like super cute!” She laughed, lifting Globby under her arm. 

“You better have been talking to the dog and not me because then there’s gonna be issues”

“I was not talking to the dog, but sure, whatever helps, Keith.” She giggled.

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”

“Whatever. Gonna take your dog back?”

“Naaaah, I’m goooooood!” She grinned. 

“Well I don’t want it”

“But he wants you.”

“So? He’ll get over it.” He puts the dog down and crossed his arms

Globby sat there, staring up at Keith with the largest, saddest, sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster, giving a pathetic whimper to match. “I don’t think he will, Keith.”

“Then he’ll have to.” Keith shoot backs with an attack of the all famous keith death glare. The deadliest death glare that’s ever been deadified.

She pretended to seem intimidated but she covered her mouth to hide a snicker. “I’m sorry, but that face is like super cute!” She laughed, lifting Globby under her arm. 

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”

“Whatever. Gonna take your dog back?”

“Naaaah, I’m goooooood!” She grinned. 

“Well I don’t want it”

“But he wants you.”

“So? He’ll get over it.” He puts the dog down and crossed his arms

Globby sat there, staring up at Keith with the largest, saddest, sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster, giving a pathetic whimper to match. “I don’t think he will, Keith.”

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”

“Whatever. Gonna take your dog back?”

“Naaaah, I’m goooooood!” She grinned. 

“Well I don’t want it”

“But he wants you.”

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”

“Whatever. Gonna take your dog back?”

“Naaaah, I’m goooooood!” She grinned. 

“That’s all someone can ask of people is to do their best, don’t push yourself though, it only gets worse if you do.”

“You really shouldn’t be supporting me though. I don’t deserve it”

“I was taught to support those who need it, you may not deserve it, but you need it.” The female stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Everyone needs some sort of support beam in their life, no matter how stubborn the person may be.”

“Whatever. I’ll listen to you but I won’t take it to heart”

“I’m not gonna make you listen to me, that’s not how supporting works. All I can do is offer words of advice and simple actions until you realize that you are important and deserve love and tolerance…or something deep like that. I’m not good with words or expressing what I mean. Just know I’m here for you, I guess…though considering…We just met? What’s your name?” She asked, having just seen this man need some sort of pick me up and a friendly word she never thought to ask his name. “I’m Keltic by the way, Keltic Ties, but everyone calls me Kelly.”

“My name doesn’t matter. I’ll be gone soon so just stop supporting a dead person. It’s pointless”

“Now, don’t go telling me what to do, sir. I think I’ll call you Ox, then. Since you’re as stubborn as an Ox. Yup, you’ll be Ox to me unless you give me a name.” She leaned forward, smiling. “I won’t let you go and die if that’s what you’re planning.”

“…it’s Keith and I won’t let you stop me. You’ll just end up getting hurt. I’ve been trained up to fight so this isn’t just a day in the park. It’s either suffer with me or go away.”

“Welp! Guess I’m suffering then! Nice to meet you, Keith! See, now isn’t that better than Ox?” She asked. “Come on, I’m not worried. I can hold my own in a fight! I may not have been perfectly trained for it but I know some self defense! I took Karate back home!” She grinned brightly, flexing her right arm and placing her left on the bicep. 

Keith quickly sweeps her leg and grabs her wrist so she doesn’t fall all the way. “Please just stop. Your guard wasn’t even up. It has to be up all the time”

She flailed before he grabbed her wrist. “Well, I was around someone I trust?Sorta? That’s my excuse!” She about had a mini heart attack though. “I said I only got some self defense training, I don’t know everything, I ain’t a ninja. Just some girl from a farm on earth that was going to culinary college!”

“Still. Even if you trust someone, you have to be on your guard. You don’t want to end up with a knife in you.” He pulls her up to her feet making sure that she was balanced before letting go and getting out his knife. “Especially if they own a weapon”

“Huh, you could of stabbed me. That wouldn’t of been very nice.” She took a good look at the blade before nodding. “I have….Okay, I don’t have a weapon, I’ll be honest. Huh, I won’t get very far now will I?”

“Nope. Guess you’ll really suffer. You throws won’t come in handy anymore. Wait, is that judo? Shit I’ve forgotten. Oh well. Same thing”

“Karate, because I’m generic and didn’t go for anything fancier. Ah well, give me a weapon and teach me I guess? I dunno, it gives you purpose or something. Because I’d rather not die. Suffering is fine, but I don’t wanna die. I have an Alien infected dog that needs my attention so I can’t really die.”

“Fair enough but I’m not teaching you. I’m not a very good teacher. In fact I make people worse than they are”

“I’m already crap at it, I doubt I’d get any worse than I already am. I mean, I could teach myself but I don’t think Trial and Error would be the smartest move on the battlefield.”

“Since when was there going to be a battlefield involved? I get the confidence and it’s good and all but I’m not letting you out there. It’s suicide”

“Then hush. I’ll be fine, battlefield or not. It’s you I’m worried about. Wanna pet my dog? Therapy animals are the best.” She pulled a small jar out of her pocket, twisting the cap off. Inside was a green sort of slime which she held the jar upside down and began to shake it. “….Come out!” 

“Um….do I have to? It’s looking rather….uh…not well”

“Pfft, No, he’s fine. He’s healthier than anyone I know, I’m gonna be honest.” She reached in and pulled out the slime, dropping it down to the ground. It took the form of a dog and barked happily at Keith, wagging his gooey tail. “See? This is Globby.”

“I cam see that…he’s cute?”

“Well either way. I’m sure he’s a delight?..”

“He keeps me sane. Wanna hold him?” She asked, lifting the happy glob dog up. 

“His glob doesn’t actually come off him right? I don’t wanna mess up my suit”

“Pfft! No, he’s generally solid unless he’s upset or stressed. Don’t worry.”

“Um okay” he hesitantly takes the glob dog and held it as far away from him as possible. “Yay…”

Kelly covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. “Relax, he’s not gonna slime on you.” Globby seemed upset he wasn’t getting attention, he gave a whimper and dropped his ears down. 

Keith sighed and brought the dog closer to him. “Hey. No need to be sad. Keefy’s here” he said to the dog in a little baby voice as he scratched behind it’s ears.

Globby instantly perked, wagging his tail eagerly. “See, not so bad is it, ‘Keefy’.” She snickered a little.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t wanna make me mad with him in my hands do you?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “He can’t physically feel pain or die, he’s just…slime. I’m not worried. And besides, I don’t think you’d harm something like him?”

“No. I’d yeet his ass in your face. Oh don’t listen to me lil’ puppy. I’m just joking!” He covers one side of his face so the dog can’t see and whispers. “I’m really not.”

“Not the first time!” She laughed, giving another shrug. “He’s a personal stress ball, bounce him around, stretch him, he don’t care.” Globby tilted his head at Keith, licking his hand. 

“I think squishing a dog will give me nightmares”

“Any normal dog, yeah probably. But he’s not a normal dog. And like I said it doesn’t hurt him, he actually enjoys being squished.”

“Still. Don’t.”

“Alright, Alright, Keith. I won’t.” She placed her right hand on the curve of her hip. “He does eat everything though, just don’t let him eat socks. He will get sick from that…and only that I found out.”

“My pet ate cement once. He lived somehow so I’m sure it was that bad”

“…..Your pet ate cement? What.” She looked confused. “And it lived?”

“Hey, don’t question my space doggo”

“You know, I won’t.” She held up her hands, still trying to make sense of it though Globby was no different. “Wait it’s not a normal dog?” She asked.

“Well he’s more of a wolf….a cosmic wolf….from space…yeah”

“Because that makes sense.” She tilted her head. “Though I believe it. Cosmic Space wolf. Sounds cooler than Slimy Garbage Disposal…” She looked at Globby.

“Well if you call licking you will love but also biting the enemy heads off cool then fair enough”

“Hey, Doggo licks are the best no matter which doggo you get it from!”