UNLESS [Onceler X Reader]

~~Broken Strings~~

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Y/N: Sorry, tree choppers orders

The bird sighs as she steps out of the bowl and joins the rest of the animals in following you so you could all share the pancakes outside

A Few Hours Later~~

The animals were out and about, doing their own thing

Eating, resting, or finding entertainment in their own way

You separated yourself from them for a little while as you lay on the soft grass under a collection of Truffula trees

Lying on the soft, green, grass, you look up at the trees majestic tuffs above. Flowing in the wind like water running down a stream

Bright colours of pinks and oranges reflecting in your eyes

Sunlight peeking through the only the thinnest of the strands, but still making a beautiful pattern of striped light and shadows across the fields

A sense of awe washes over you

A few days ago, you didn't even know trees existed, and now, it was the thing you were protecting. You could see why

The gentle ruffle of the tuffs created by the wind served as a sort of soothing white noise. Making a quiet forest, not so quiet, but peaceful

Especially the clear sky and sun adding to the scenery, painting the forest bright, full of life

Maybe this is why you were chosen to protect the forest

It felt like a true home

Like a gentle whisper of the wind brushing up against you, it was like a sacred bond, a bond in an unspoken language

You then hear footsteps coming from a distance away

You sat up and looked ahead

You see Onceler returning with his mule

The Thneed still wrapped around his neck. A saddened look on his face

He was also holding his guitar too, but there was something different about it

As Onceler was returning, he seemed to be looking around the area. You didn't know what for though

You stood up and waved

Y/N: Hey tree chopper!

He shoots his head up and sees you in the distance. He gives an almost forced smile as he looks to you

Onceler: H-Hey!

You run down to him as he continues to walk to his tent

Y/N: No tomato pieces this time?

Onceler: Yeah... No...

Y/N: So... I'm guessing it didn't go too well?

Onceler: You think?

Your eyes trail down to his guitar, and that's when you see it

His guitar, snapped from the neck, strings broken

Y/N: Hey, what happened to your guitar?

Onceler: Oh, this? Uh... I guess people weren't too fond of my songs

Y/N: I mean, some of them were an ear-sore

He frowns at you

Onceler: Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Y/N: No, but you're right, I shouldn't joke about it

He sighs, and then smiles

Onceler: It's okay though! I'm not upset! And tomorrow, I'll just try again, this time without the music!