A Collection of One Shots

When he came to, he was holding a feather.

When he came to, he was holding a feather. He jumped to his feet.

Feather? He thought to himself. Is this what a feather feels like?

After being trapped in the Underground cage for seven years, learning to live off of sound and touch only, he had forgotten of most of the things from the Upper-World. All he knew was that they despised him, and now also what a feather from them felt like.

He was too busy wondering why they would send him a feather that he didn't hear the creaking coming from behind. He didn't didn't notice the way the person tiptoed as not to be heard. He didn't notice until it was too late and a hand was around his head covering his mouth, as if screaming to the rats could possibly save him. He was too far in the Underground for anyone else to hear him, let alone save him from what was to come.

A/N: Hello there.

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Thanks anyone who's reading this, you're the real baes of life.

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