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A cold dew settled over the grey morning. The clouds settled above the city, ready to bring a downpour of rain.
You settled in what you assumed to be a shoebox. The water damaged walls had already begun to cave in. It was still usable in your opinion. At the bottom, it had a few dry spots. A big spot, in particular, was on the right side, so you moved the lid a bit. You now rested on its floor, feeling a bit safer under its cardboard ceiling.
The alleyway you resided in was pleasantly quiet. All you could hear were the cars passing by and the occasional person. Though, by the looks of the sky, you didn't think they'd be walking around anymore.
They'd all be going inside. You let out a sigh. You wished you had a place you could call home. A warm place you could sleep without a worry. Man, you wished you had that.
A tumble from a can shook you from your thoughts. You tensed, standing up, you reached for your blade. You had pulled it off of some cheap plastic handle. It was awkward to handle, but it'd work.
You heard a skiff of movement. You clenched the blade tighter, backing into the corner.
You saw something move outside your box and your heart rate picked up. When it moved closer, you shifted back against the wall. It whipped around and you raised your makeshift knife. You had pulled it from some plastic container. You wrapped one end in string, allowing you to handle it better.
It was... a bitty?
"Who are-"
"shhh, shaddup!" he hissed. He Rushed inside as a thump was heard somewhere in the alleyway. Tiny taps began to ring against the concrete floor. The sound of sniffing could be heard. You held your breath. It was a dog.
The lid was shoved in, toppling on top of what you assumed was the canines head. Your breath hitched as its nose poked through the bottom, snuffling around.
You readied your knife. Stray dogs weren't as nice as their house counterparts. Due to the obvious fact that they live in the streets. You weren't too keen on being lunch.
You evaluated your surroundings and made the best decision for your problem.
Just kidding. As soon as its nose neared you, you slashed its poor nose. The dog yowled, knocking the box over.
You stumbled out and ditched it. Racing off, you could hear the patter of claws nearing closer. You whipped your head behind you, spotting the dog meer inches away.
It slowed catching the other bitty, not too far from you. you faltered.
What do you do-?
run obviously! He's a stranger, you don't know him-Go!
your inner-turmoil was cut off by a high-pitched yelp. The dog wrung his head, hurling the bitty by a dumpster. He quickly hid behind it.
You resumed your escape, prompting to go to a nearby bin instead of any further escapes.
Sliding under it, you barely missed the dog's mouth. The bin shook above you. The dog barked loudly, paws scratching through the gaps. You backed away from it. If the dog tipped it over, your certain you'd be a goner.
That fear was becoming a reality. The bin tipped back and forth and the wheels in the back rolled it forward. You held your breath, preparing for the worst.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the alleyway. You could hear claws scraping the concrete, fading away. "Fuck off from my shit! Damn mutt..." A voice yells.
The tapping of shoes approached the bin you hid beneath. You flinched when a plastic bag filled with clutter hit the ground near you. Slowly, the person walked off.
The alleyway was once again quiet other than your heart beating miles a second in your throat.
Well, that was an experience I wish to never have again.
once your heart slowed, you squeezed out. Before you even walked, you halted yourself, Turning back to the dumpster.
...
You headed towards it. You held your knife close to you, just in case.
You looked warily into the back. Two tiny red lights stared right back at you. "the fuck you lookin' at?" The bitty growled.
You flinched. "I- you- I wanted to see if you-..." You stammered to a stop before recomposing yourself, "The dog tossed you pretty hard so... Just checking on you. I guess..."
He sneered, "i'm fine so, you can fuck off, bye!"
"You sure?"
"yes!!"
Well, if he said he was fine, he was fine. You looked over the bitty before leaving. He was what appeared to be a... skeleton? With a row of sharp teeth, one of which was golden. He wears a thin black hoodie and some ordinary shorts- wait.
There was an obvious crack on his right femur. Just as you noticed he turned it away. "keep standing there an' i'll put a bone through your head." He warned.
"Kay." you stepped forward.
"i meant away from me, you idiot." he hissed.
You grimaced, foreseeing the future. You took a glance at yourself. Wearing a tee and some worn-out jeans. The jeans were wet so, you went with the tee.
Grabbing your knife, you held out your sleeve, cutting it out.
"tha hell are you doing?" The bitty said with the most confused look you'll probably ever see.
"You need to keep it in place so it can heal properly. Kinda common sense, dude." You explained, "Here." You handed out the cut-out sleeve.
"i know that!" he growled, grabbing the sleeve and tossing it in your face. "i don't want your charity."
"Why not? It's free, come on."
"you know what's also free? leaving"
You rubbed your temple, sighing. "I didn't cut up my shit for nothing. Take it."
" 's yer own fault fer being a dumbass!" He said, glaring at you. You looked at the sleeve, then up at him.
...
You Marched forward, "I'm doing it myself. Gimme your leg."
"hey, hey! Kay fine! I'll do it." He grumbled. You handed it over.
As he wrapped it up, you sat down. As you waited patiently, you decided it upon yourself to watch him. At least till' the leg healed.
You didn't exactly want to. But, the guy was so stubborn over a ripped sleeve. Your certain he'd reject help if he was near death's door.
When he tied it up, you spoke. "So... What's your name?"
The skeleton glared daggers, "i ain't telling you shit. I got you dumb sleeve on so go!"
You ignored him, "I'm _____. So you know."
"y- i don't fuckin' care! go!"
"Rude."
"i'm gonna kill you!"
"Pff, I'd like to see you try."
Suddenly, he sprang forward. "Oh shit-"
you shot your arms out to stop his descent. He snapped his jaws at your hand, which you narrowly missed.
"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! Don't hurt yourself!" You said.
The skeleton sat back down, smirking. "don't ya mean yourself."
"Nah, I mean you." You said. The bitty growled at you, throwing some crumpled paper at you.
It was silent, other than cars that passed and a vent rumbling in the distance. You basked in it for a bit, content.
"....Edge...the names Edge." He said, quietly.
"Suits you." You said barely holding off the grin that was forming. He was so totally an edgelord.
Edge's frown deepened. And you knew you were about to get another shit show.
Sigh.