All by @Bermudatheseawing Original project https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/886836444/ Contest https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/884614004/ Contest results https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/888418534/ ***** Ello! This fellah's name is Shrike (Can be changed according to your taste) Shrike goes by he/him and is just a cuddly, soft bean who likes hot chocolate and cozy winters __________ Backstory __________ "D-Dad?" Shrike stuttered, trying to make out what was happening as he stood behind his father's massive figure. His ears were ringing of yells and screams, his mother's voice screeching at the top of her lungs. He could see his dad's hands trembling, which was an odd sight for Shrike. Father was always the strong one in his life, so seeing him... Quiver was quite a revelation. As Shrike was pondering over why his father appeared so terrified, the argument had muted itself inside his mind. He had plenty of questions, such as why his parents were abruptly yelling at each other in the middle of the night, why Mommy's mascara had been smudged from crying, why before this they slept in separate beds and why they didn't seem to l0ve each other. The last scratched his brain the most, as isn't that what parents were supposed to do? But he shrugged it off, since as he'd been told, "The world is full of surprises". He didn't want this fight ot be one of them. But when Shrike thought about it, this didn't make any sense. Only a year ago or so his father and mother were always hugging, showing unconditional l0ve to each other, exchanging gifts and always carrying that smile Shrike adored. But when Daddy's sister moved to 'The Clouds', things had gone downhill. There were more silences, only broken up by the occasional screaming match, more late nights with Mommy somewhere out in the city, and no more mention of Shrike's aunt. Which was super weird, since she was always so bubbly. Shrike made a note to visit whatever 'The Clouds' where when he grew up. Then everyone would be happy, right? His wondering over the situation was caught off abruptly when he heard a crash-- One of Mommy's bottles, smashing against the ground and exploding in a million itty bitty pale green fragments. One of those shards had bounced up and sliced Shrike's paw, bright cobalt bl00d gushing out. He winced, cradling his injured mitt as his father stared aghast. Shrike could make out something similar to a roar as he felt himself being scooped up and gently held in his father's massive arms, roughed by the farm life he had years ago before they moved to the city. Shrike couldn't quite make out what his father had been barking about, but his ears could make out snippets of, "-How could you?!" and "...poor kit is injured... all your fault..." Shrike didn't quite care as he dragged his coarse tongue across the wound, cleaning up the bl00d. In his peripheral vision he could his mother's electric teal eyes, glaring at him with disgust. When did she start doing that? When were her gazes of warmth, sweet as hot chocolate, replaced by that frigid, awful stare. Shrike shuddered in his father's mitts. In the next few moments Shrike saw his father busting down the door to their lovely house and rushing outside, growling as Shrike's mom snarled at the both of them. "...Fine! Leave me! I didn't even want you, or that useless scrap of fur you call your son!" She hissed, slamming the door and leaving Shrike and his dad alone in the rain. As the frigid drops of rain splattered across his face, Shrike began to shed a few tears. It all happened so fast- He hadn't had time to reconsider any of it. As shudders ran through his spine, his dad's gentle, pale admiral gaze drifted down to him. "Hey kiddo, it'll be alright, don't cry" He murmured, his deep voice gentle like the breeze over water. Shrike looked up, blinking the tears and rain from his split hues. "W-When will I see M-Mommy again?" He whispered, clutching his injured paw tighter. "Never again. We're not /ever/ returning to that vile serpent of a feline" He reassured Shrike, his pupils focusing on the cut. Father untied his bandana and carefully wrapped it around Shrike's injury, giving it a brief lick. "We're going to be alright, Shrike. I promise" * * * Trivia time! Shrike's favourite food is hot chocolate, because it's in one of his last memories before everything came down into flames. He absolutely l0ves frogs as they fascinate him with their itty bitty legs. His favourite colour is cobalt, like his dad's eyes.
