chemical romance

Why did he always end up in fucked up situations?`It was like the world enjoyed fucking with him the moment he felt a tad happy or even content. He had even walked for days to get away from anything that remotely looked like him and now, here he was, on a desert island with two others. It sounded like a bad love story and it most likely was one too. And guess what - not even the giant bird-thing was able to shove some happiness up his ass and make him smile.

Of course he had thought about turning around when he first got a glimpse of the scenario, but hiding in the bushes for a moment, had shown him that this could end badly for the smallest one, did he not do shit. He couldn't help but roll his glowing eyes when he heard the black one and without meaning to, he started to walk into the clearing, brushing the foliage to the side. But nature isn't a nice bitch and all too soon, his red hind leg would not comply. Shaking it fiercely, he felt something twist around it and not letting go. A short glance between his front legs illuminated his problem - a piece of vine had wrapped itself around it and held him in place like a dog.

Well this was fucking great.

With a sigh he changed his focus onto the others and the pissed off bird. "So you will die for a flower, eh? Got to be a hell of a nice one if it's worth dying for."

@Tamlin @Nostromo