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===> Ditana: Have an unexpectedly pitiful back story

“I already got that. What ya want me ta do, have a new one?”

===> Ditana: Stop being a smart ass before I turn you back into a gag character

“Pffft. Fine. Just gonna explain a few things first. Some a tha shit ya gonna read from dis point on is cannon only for Chat Box land or whatever they call it, then shit dat’s canon for both CB and the threads, then we’re goin’ back to bein’ CB only. We clear?”

===> Ditana: Start flashback

“Btw mah story ain’t pitiful. Just sucks. Learn tha differnce.”

===> Chat Box only canon

You yawn in a gurgled way that sounds closer to a chur as you wipe your one visible, indigo blue eye with a small, black grub leg. You quickly adapted to the new sights, scents, and sounds around you and your… so BORED! You let out a squeal like whine and roll around on the cold floor, making your long and already messy hair messier, not to mention a little dirty. You stop after a few minutes and lay on your side, stare dully at the other grubs and weird pink fleshy things in, what you think is a cave, either crawl around or sleep. You tilt your head in an even more awkward position that nearly tips you onto your back thanks to your pincer-like horns and watch from an upside-down angle as two grubs crawl over to a troll and start biting his ankle. You’re not sure why but it surprises you a little when he picks them up and starts playing with them.

You let out a curious churring sound and roll back onto your belly and look at the tall, pink, weird looking thing - which looks like kind of like the small, pink, weird looking things - that’s playing with another grub. Then you turn to the only other two trolls in the room that aren’t playing with someone. You wonder if one of play with you so you can stop being bored.You crawl over to them as quickly as your tiny grub legs would allow.

At the time you didn’t know that your teeth were the equivalent of razors, or that the other grubs were nibbling, not biting. You just wanted to stop being bored and thought they would play with you, so you sunk your teeth into the indigo troll sitting down on the floor. Soon there was pressure on your back, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you in place so you couldn’t crawl away. Another thing you didn’t know was that you were an empath, and that the negative emotions the older troll was directing at you felt justified to her at that particular time for reasons that didn’t exist to you yet because you hadn’t done anything yet.

You just knew that something was being sent to you, and didn’t like it, and you didn’t like being trapped under a shoe, and that you were scared. So you bit down harder, hard enough for something wet, blue, and metallic to leak into your mouth. You felt a hand grab you after the pressure on your back left, which in turn made you tense up and keep biting down. A harder tug makes you whine slightly, but it isn’t heard, it just makes you open your mouth enough to be pulled off. You hiss at the sea dweller who’s holding you, trying to intimidate him into putting you down.

And suddenly you’re being scolded. You didn’t do anything wrong from your perspective. Then something hits you on the back of your head. If you were older that wouldn’t have hurt, at least not as much; but that did. You have no tolerance for pain yet, nothing to compare it to, so in your mind that’s the worst feeling you’ve ever known. In retaliation you bite the thing that’s in front of you, which happened to be the finger of the sea dweller that was scolding you just moments before. He started screaming and trying to shake you off but you weren’t letting go until you were finished with your revenge!

That is until you saw this cool looking toy and you pretty much forgot about revenge and jumped on it. You begin crawling backwards towards a corner with the toy secured in your mouth but before you could reach it another grub jumped on you’re back. You hissed at it and dropped your toy to deal with your attacker, who just happened to look just like you with very few differences. She fell off your back and charged at you with her small horns that were sharp enough to pierce soft grub flesh.

You jump back and hiss again, charging forwards to body slam her. You both fall back, but you fall onto your back and struggle to get up. Your look a-like on the other hand stands up and crawls away with your toy. By the time you manage to rock back onto your belly the other grub had snuck off and hid somewhere. You put your face in your grub legs and pout quietly.

Suddenly you have an idea on how to get a new toy. Biting the fish person had got you the first one, so biting him again will get you a new one! To you there is absolutely nothing wrong with that plan at all. But first you have to find the right spot…

You quickly crawl back over to him and up his leg then bite his wing. You then stay latched on to his wing with your teeth because you realize how far down the ground is from where you’re hanging. That’s when you see you’re new toy on the floor but before you could let go, the grub on the sea dwellers head let out a screech that froze both of you (and everyone else, but you didn’t see) in place. Once you are able to move again you wonder how you’re going to get down without hurting yourself, but before you can think of anything the wings suddenly vanish and your sent falling to the floor.

Something cracked.

Your head hurt one hundred times worse than that little pluck from before. It felt like a flood gate opened and you could feel every one from all over the room. But you couldn’t. It was one of the weirdest sensations imaginable for anyone, much less for a grub, to feel so many discernible emotions that felt like it had nothing to do with you yet everything to do with you. Emotions that you’ve never felt now rushing into your mind, that aren’t yours and feel so much like they were in the most artificial way.

And you, you have no way of understanding them. To decipher one from the other. To know your confusion’s from someone else’s.

All you knew was one thing, it hurts.

Something snapped.

It couldn’t be heard from the outside, but it rang loudly in your ears. The emotions of everyone in the room was being sent in waves.One would hit you then fade, then another and it would fade, and it kept repeating like that.

The waves helped you understand which ones you liked. There was an unspoken, unclear level of understanding that you could pull emotions out with simple actions.

And the one that was the strongest, that you liked the most, was pain. Not from yourself but from others. In time you’d begin to like others, such as hate and fear, but for now it was just pain.

You let out a loud hiss and jump on him again, crawling  into his shirt with relative ease, and start biting. You bite down on every piece of skin on his chest and stomach as much as you could and as fast as you could. You bite hard enough to draw violet blood and it gets in your mouth and meets the indigo.

The waves of pain hitting you, from him, encouraged you to keep hurting him. The thought of a toy no longer present in your increasing aggressive mind.

Then someone calls you. You poke your head out of the older trolls shirt and your indigo eyes meet the tall pink mammal pointing to another tall pink mammal lying limply on the ground. You didn’t feel any emotions coming from that one, and you didn’t like that. You let out another loud hiss and jump out of the sea dwellers shirt, quickly scuttling over to the mammal thing on the floor. Climbing on top of it, another unspoken, unclear revelation fell upon you.

You don’t know why you did it at the time, you’ll never find out why you did it, and you don’t care or ever will about why you did it. All you know is that you ripped off the flesh from the head, ripped out it’s eyes and hair, messily tore off the head and dragged the bleeding skull to the corner and leaving trails of the reddest red you’ll ever see in a long time.

You crawl into an open corner for all to see as you begin licking the blood off your prize and nibbling lightly on it while waves of fear from the yellow troll and grub were sent to you. Maybe a few more, but they were light and hidden behind an array of other emotions you’ve yet to care very much for.

You swiftly discard all unwanted things from your newest toy. You flip the skull over so the head was facing up and crawl on top of it, your grub skin now tainted with red blood, which you didn’t mind. You go back to licking and nibbling your skull but freeze when you feel someone staring at you. Looking up you see the troll that trapped you and hiss loudly as a warning to stay away. When she reaches out to you, you latch onto her arm and bite down on her arm.

Your only response from her is dull apathy and a new toy, which you now care very little for. You jump down and treat it as aggressively as you treated everyone else that was within crawling distance of you. You quickly grow bored of doing that however and crawl inside your skull, leering at the troll from the empty eye sockets. It wasn’t to hard to push the skull while crawling away from her so she would stop staring at you.

You curl up into a ball and let out soft, content churrs for a while, how long, you don’t know, you just did before a new troll that looks like an older version of you disappears with your skull. You throw a fit. You don’t wreck anything or hurt anyone during it, you just kind of roll onto you back and make angry noises while flailing your little legs around in anger.

“SSSSSEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!” WHY’S MY STUFF BEIN’ TAKEN!

You didn’t stay like that for very long though before you were picked up by a particularly busty troll. You hiss at her and the cheeriness resonating from her. You don’t like any of the older trolls, you want to be put down! You hadn’t realized the blood that leaked down your forehead because you fit opened a small wound hidden under your mass of black hair until the troll started wrapping it up. You still tried to bite her though, but her hand evaded your teeth. You hissed louder but before you could try to bite her again she kissed your forehead.

The action confused you and you stare at her. You hiss softly at her, feeling it hard to stay angry when your mind is being filled with artificial feelings. You begin to churr softly as you calm down. You kind of like this troll, you guess. You nibble on her hand like you did with your skull and she giggled. You kind of like that. Before you realized it your skull for is covering your head again. You let out a happy kkue that could be comparable to rattlin bones.

You crawl out of her hand and up her arm, to her shoulder. You poke your head out of the empty eye socket as far as your horns will allow and lick her cheek. You notice the troll that looks like you do the same to a grub that looks like her before you’re pulled into a hug. You purr softly into her chest and latch onto her tank top with your grub legs. You purr softly inside your skull until you feel the cool body holding you disappear.

After that everything moves too fast for you to comprehend.

-- A meteor crashes into a mountain side and the hawk that lives there finds a skull

-- Ditana crawls out of the skull after being dropped in its nest

-- Ditana manages to avoid being eaten by the hawk who becomes her lusus

===> Ditana: End flashback

“And dat’s what happened in the ecto lab. Coulda been worse.”

===> Ditana: Start canon for all flash back

“I’ll do that later. Stay tuned to mah life with Hawk-daddy. PEICE MOTHA FUCKAS!”

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