I Felt Silly Again, Ill Get Back To Work Dw

I felt silly again, I’ll get back to work dw

S! Dogday angst

Disclaimer: Self-harm

Footsteps were heard through the forest as a certain chicken walked through it. He didn’t plan on going inside today but his eye caught a particular orange friend running into it. Due to his curiosity, he of course went and followed him.

Why’d he go inside? And in such a hurry nonetheless, as his #1 friend he’s definitely worried… About what he’s doing without him, that dog’s a pushover, he knows full well he wouldn’t do anything alone.

He got lost halfway running through the trees and bushes, eventually he got that orange dog back to his sight and followed from a distance. After a while, he stops walking and sits under a tree as he leaned on it.

Kickin had an idea, he could prank him, the opportunity’s right there after all. He slowly closed the distance between the two of them as he sneaked behind the tree he was under.

He lightly snickered, thinking about his reaction. As he got ready to surprise him, a noise made him stop in his tracks. He could hear… Small sniffling.. Is he crying?

What is he crying about? Did Bubba refuse to speak to him? Did Picky insult his fashion choice? Maybe Catnap attacked him again? What’s his deal? Doesn’t those happen all the time? He should get used to it by now.

The sniffling increased followed by hiccups and sobbing. This really put a damper on his mood. Now he doesn’t even want to try surprising the guy. He’d probably go all emotional on him.

As the chicken started contemplating to go back, he started picking up more noises. What sounds to be scratching… He turned his attention back to the dog who had his claws out and fully engulfed into his skin.

“… you’ll be okay… you’ll be okay… you can do it… you got this… you got this…” He kept repeating those words as he kept scratching himself, blood started trickling down his arm as he trembled and shook his head.

The chicken could only watch, frozen in place as he wasn’t sure what to do. He’s never exactly seen him like this. He was always sunshine and rainbows, smiling despite everything…

His eyes were locked onto the canine for a while until he finally stopped hurting himself. He slowly placed his hands down as he took deep breaths. He looked up to the trees and the sky… a small laugh escaping him.

“… I can… I can do this… I can do this…” he took another deep breath before he stood up and started to go back while mumbling to himself about renewing his bandages.

He walks past Kickin who was still in a state of shock and confusion. What the hell was that about?… He wasn’t sure what to think.

He stayed there for a while until he finally snapped out of it and went back.

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