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SHIT OCs

Oh y a h Uhm Twist And Bolt

Oki N o w start :D

-Start- - Twist wasn’t in the same room as everyone else, and Bolt was just in a little cage -

Bolt: *he squeaks*

Bolt: I don’t like it in here! *he squeaks more*

Bolt: *he tips his cage over* Let me out!

Bolt: *more squeaks*

Bolt: ?

Bolt: *giggles*

Bolt: *he curls up* Will we ever leave? And where’s Twist?

Bolt: I miss her... we were playing before we got here! I like playing more...

Bolt: .... aren’t you always sad or something?

Bolt: ... don’t you like being happy?

Bolt: Oh.... are pills the things they fed me? They didn’t make me happy....

Bolt: Never heard of them..... they don’t sound nice.

Bolt: Are they?

Bolt: Ok...

- there’s grumbling coming from another room - Bolt: Was that Twist? Can we go to play now?

Bolt: She doesn’t sound ok.... if that’s her..... *he whimpers* What If she cant play!

Bolt: ...... I really want to play! *he starts jumping about, hitting his cage, and causing it to tip about again*

- something growls in the other room - Bolt: *he stops jumping around, and whimpers* Whatever it is, it sounds scary..... I don’t think it wants to play

Twist: No shit. *her voice is deeper* Bolt: Twist! It is you! But you don’t want to play?

Twist: Well no. Bolt: Well... can you come in here? Maybe you can get me out! We could all leave!

Twist: .... Bolt: Twist?

Twist: I doubt I can do anythin much Bolt: Why? *he looks at Streak* What are you doing? Those are pointy!

- a cat walks in the room - Bolt: Is that a good idea? *he looks at the cat* Hey Twist! This kitty looks like- Twist: It is me, you dumbass.

Twist: *walks at Streak, stumbling a little* What’s That? Bolt: He said he’s getting us out of here.

Twist: Sure.... *her catto face looks worried* Are you sure? Bolt: What’s going on?

Twist: Well, at lease you’re still Streak. *she grins* Bolt: Is he?....

Twist: *she looks at the needles* I wish I could read properly... then maybe I could NOT be a cat Bolt: ....

Twist: .... Ok. Bolt: Was that a good idea?

Twist: You Sure... Bolt: You look weird... I don’t like it!

Twist: Ok. *she looks at one of the syringes* Eh, it’s worth a try... I think. *she grabs it In her mouth and goes to the room she was in before* Bolt: Twist, you can’t read! What if you got a bad one?

Bolt: *he thinks about Twist as a potato and giggles* Twist: *you can hear her struggling and then squeak when she finally uses it*

Twist: *a few minutes pass* SHIT. NO. DAMN IT. Bolt: I’m guessing she got the wrong one?

Bolt: Aren’t ya coming out? Twist: ....

Twist: Piss. *she was a tiger sort of thing with her two tails. Her jumper was clothes and boots were ripped up on the floor. She was also VERY fluffy*

Twist: I’m not... I just look sad. *she pads her way out of the room, stumbling because of four legs. She walks at Bolts cage, and breaks the bars* Bolt: :o

Twist: *she picks Bolt out of the cage by his scruff. She puts him on the floor, and goes back into the room Streak was in* I just look sad. I’m too big... and I’m small.... *she looks at the shreds of her jumper*

Twist: *she huffs, and goes back to Bolt* Bolt: *he rubs against her* Thanks...

Bolt: Twist... will you take another needle thing? Twist: Dunno... maybe later. Why?

Bolt: I like you being a big kitty... Twist: !?

Bolt: I’ve never seen a big kitty before.... *he curls up and falls asleep* Twist: Little weirdo.. *she gently pats him with her paw, before padding over to Streak*

Twist: *she looks down* Bit high up. To jump, like I mean... *she glances at the syringes*

Twist: ! ..... Well damn I ain’t doing that..... *she goes to the needles and sorts through them getting one that was a pale blue colour* Eh, better than breaking my four legs.. *she struggles to use it*

Twist: Shit... *she hides in a cupboard* STREAK, YOU OK?

Twist: Take that as a no. *she comes out, and oh w o w she has wings! M a g i c* Bolt: *he stirs a little* Twist?

Twist: *she grabs Bolt, and puts him on her back* Here goes nothing.... *she jumps out of the window. Not elegantly, but still doing it, she glides down* Bolt: *he grabs on with his paws* Were flying?

Twist: Yep. Sort of.... *she lands, nearly falling over* Bolt: You have wings?!

Twist: You forgot you originally had some? *she looks at Streak* I would help but... four legs.

Twist: *she follows, Bolt still on her back* You ok there? Your leg looks a bit... dodgy....

Twist: Ok. *she pads along* Having four legs ain’t that bad once ya get used to it I guess.... Bolt: *he mumbles something* Do you need any more pointy things?

Twist: Pointy things? Bolt: Needles... these thingys. *he drops a syringe on the floor, with the contents inside*

Twist: WHEN DID YA GET THOSE?! Bolt: They kept putting them in my cage...

Twist: Well, give em ‘ere. Bolt: *he puts four more in the floor*

Twist: *she looks at them* A shit, what the hell is this one? *theres one syringe with pure black liquid in it*

Twist: Well, there’s no skull and crossbones on it. Can’t be that bad...

Twist: Wasn’t planning on it. Don’t wanna be a tree. Bolt: ... will they go away after a bit so you go back to normal?

Twist: I hope so... Bolt: I want you to be Twist again so I can sit on your shoulder....

Twist: What even are they?

Twist: Oh. Dear. Bolt, you better not have had any more of ‘em in yer cage. Bolt: Ok...

Twist: B-o-l-t? Bolt: I didn’t!

Twist: *she grins* Good idea.... Bolt: *he mutters* But What If I did?

Twist: Then I’d never play with you again- Bolt: No more play? *he throws another syringe on the floor, but it breaks, and Twist steps on it* !

Twist: ... Bolt. *she sighs* Now What’s the ****s gonna happen? Bolt: ....

Twist: *she looks up at Streak* What? Bolt: *he jumps off her*

Twist: What’s the ****s gonna happen now? All of them look the same.... *she looks at the needles. The contents were all dark*

Twist: Don’t sugarcoat it.... or make me wait too long....

Twist: Don’t do that. *she sits down* Bolt : *he was freaking out*

Twist: GET ON WITH IT. I need to plan my funeral. My final words, and I need to tell Skaro I know he ate my sandwich.

Twist: I know. Im being dramatic. I’m already dead. But I still need to go do that last bit. Anyway...

Twist: *she starts shaking a little bit* So?

You ded?

And she b ded

Twist: Yeah, but it looked dodgy.... smartass.... *she shakes more* Bolt: Are you cold?

Twist: Hell no... I’m covered in damn fur! Bolt: But you’re shivering....

Twist: Fuq? *she lies down* I feel sick Bolt: Oh no! Twist you can’t be sick!

Bolt: I can’t have hurt you! I don’t hurt people! *he whimpers*

Twist: I’m the one who should be ****in worried, not you. *she gags a bit*

Twist: *she runs off somewhere* Bolt: We will wait for her, right?

Bolt: You can go I guess.... but I can’t look after her!

Bolt: But... I can’t! Twist: GOD DAMN ****ING HELL.

Bolt: Once... she hurt herself in the woods and I thaught I could help.... I made it all worse!

Bolt: B-but.... Twist: No one needs to look after me. I’m fine now... sorta.

Bolt: *he sighs* Twist: *you could see her shadow, but not her. Her shadow was.... big* Streak, dya need some help to not limp?

Oki

Twist: Sure... Bolt: Twist, why is your shadow big?

Twist: Cause that’s what that stuff did Bolt: What?

Twist: *she comes out, and she’s not massive, but big* Bolt: :o

Twist: Be glad it didn’t to anything else.

Bolt: ... Twist: Be careful with em. You don’t want em to poke ya. *she looks at Streak and all the syringes he’s holding*

Twist: Yeah, no. Bolt, can you read? Bolt: A bit... but I don’t get all the words sometimes...

Twist: Streak, put em on the floor so e can try to read em. Bolt, don’t stab yer self.

Twist: Can you read em? Bolt: A little bit... but there’s lot of stuff covering it.... This one says something like dragon? *he nods at a dark blue one*

Twist: Ok, anything else? Bolt: Oh! This ones bad... it says something like... Uhm... passing out? Nausea... Uhm... and I can’t really read anything else.. *he looks at a dark red one*

Twist: That one is not good.... Bolt: And all the others are too messy.

Bolt: Streak? Twist: Eh.. wasn’t that the dragon one?

Bolt: But What If I read it wrong! What if said danger! Twist: Eh, you can read better than us so at least ya tried.

Bolt: Ok... *he stares at the others, trying to read them a bit more*

Twist: Uh-oh...

Twist: Stay here... *she walks off after Streak* You ok?

Twist: Whydya do that then?

Twist: Eh. *she starts shaking again*

Twist: I feel sick again... *she runs off*

Bolt: *he walks over to Streak* So it worked?

Bolt: I was right! Twist: *she growls loudly*

Bolt: Oh no....

Twist: *she comes back, the size of Streak this time* Bolt: ...

Twist: If this keeps bloody happening Bolt: Sorry...

Twist: Well, figure a anything else out? Bolt: A little *he goes back to the syringes*

Twist: *she follows him* Bolt: The rest of them are bad. This one makes you sick, and well the rest just have bad pictures on them.

Twist: Ok... Bolt: So now who carries them?

Twist: *she gives a little leaf pouch to bolt* Hold the rope in your mouth and put the syringes in the bag bit. Bolt: Ok! *he carefully puts all the needles in the bag, and grabs the rope in his mouth*

Twist: And now on we go. *she pads along* Bolt: *follows her*

Twist: Make sure none of em poke through the bag and poke you Bolt: *he nods*

And was she dead?

Find out next week on ‘Keeping up with the Rps’

Twist: How’s yer leg?

Twist: You Sure? Still looks a little dodgy...

Twist: *she growls, but then looks startled* Sorry....

- There’s some shouting behind them, distant - Twist: ...

Twist: *she looks behind them* Shit... - They throw some sort of dart at Streak - Bolt: *he drops the bag* That’s a sleepy thing! They gave me one!

Twist: *she sighs* I think we better bolt it... *she starts running* Bolt: Wait! *he picks up the pouch and runs as fast as he can, not very*

Bolt: *he squeaks a bit* Twist: Bolt! Gimme the bag!

Bolt: *he swings the bag over to Twist* Twist: *she grabs it with her mouth* - They start throwing more things, all of them missing them, but still being obstacles -

Twist: *she looks up at them, and she tried too, but just fell*

Twist: *she tries again, but the same thing happens* Bolt: Twist!

Twist: ... *she looks back*

Twist: Streak! You gotta let go!

Twist: Just trust me!

Twist: Just do it.

Twist: *she flings herself backwards, and they throw something that cuts her face, but she throws something back. She continues to run underneath Streak and Bolt*

Twist: *she jumps up, and this time she does fly! But very badly*

Twist: That worked...

Twist: It actually did *she looks pleased with herself*

Twist: *she glances at Streak* You been a dragon before or somethin, cause your pretty good at flying

Twist: :o *she struggles not to crash into a tree* It’s fairly obvious I’m a total noob at it. Just a little bit.

Twist: At least you- *she avoids a branch* can.... and at least you didn’t have to carry I giant tiger with shitty wings....

Ok

Yey

Twist: That would have been a struggle...

Bolt: I’m a little scared of heights....

Twist: Just think of that time you were in the tree. It’s like being in a tree right? Bolt: But trees don’t move really fast.... *he looks around* I guess it is pretty seeing everything...

Twist: Not that bad then? Bolt: I guess...

Bolt: *he sees something shining on the ground* What’s that? Twist: Hm?

Twist: It’s probably just some rubbish... Bolt: But it’s shiny...

Twist: *she huffs and follows* Bolt: *he gets out of Streaks mouth* It’s buried!

Twist: ? Bolt: It looks like an old trap thingy...

Twist: Careful.. might not have been used... just buried.. Bolt: ?

- The trap snaps closed - Bolt: Eek! *he jumps back* Twist: ... *she comes a bit closer and sniffs it* It smells dodgy too...

Twist: It could have some sort of poison thingy on it... Bolt: ...

Twist: Don’t touch it Bolt: I don’t smell anything...

Twist: *she glances at Streak* I mean it. Bolt: *he steps closer* It smells a bit like... something rotten? Like an apple.

Twist: ... - Something shatters near them - Bolt: *he squeaks and jumps* What was that?!

Twist: ? Bolt: *he shudders*

Twist: *she goes towards where the sound came from* Someone threw something... again. What the hell is this? *she looks at a fizzing orange liquid* Bolt: ...

Twist: *the liquid fizzes and some splashes onto her paw* Shitty- *she shakes her paw*

Twist: *the liquid starts moving towards her* Ah Uhm.... *she backs up, wincing a little when she steps on her paw* Guys?

*she turns around and runs at both of them* That thingy is weird... - The liquid was still following, but slowly -

Twist: Hehe... *she licks her paw* Slightly burnt but otherwise fine. Bolt: ... do we have to fly again?

Twist: Yeah. *she slips the pouch onto her neck* Bolt: *he sighs*

Twist: Get on then... *she sits down, and opens up her wings* Bolt: *he climbs up Twist’s back*

Twist: *she leaps up and starts flying off*

Twist: *she hums to herself*

- Some people shout underneath them - Twist: Don’t throw things. Please.

Twist: *she grins* Bolt: *he falls asleep, purring gently*

Twist: *she yawns*

Twist: *she looks down and her eyes widen* That orange goo is still following us....

Twist: At least there’s less of it.... *there was only a small amount left*

Bolt: *he woke up, and peered down* Uhm... Twist: What is it now?

Bolt: Nothing.. Twist: Ok...

Bolt: Where are we even going? Twist: Dunno. Away. Home. Somewhere.

- Someone throws something at Streak - Twist: !? Bolt: ...

- There’s black liquid on Streak’s back - Twist: We should get down... *she starts heading towards a wooded area, where they would be more hidden*

Twist: *she lands, and lets Bolt climb off her* I hope this isn’t bad....

Twist: Dya feel ok? *she walks around, looking at the liquid. It didn’t seem to be dripping off*

Twist: ... I have no idea what this is.... Bolt: I hope it doesn’t do anything....

Twist: * she huffs* Well have to wait and see I guess. Gtg Be back later :p

Back

Twist: *she streches* I hope it’s safer here... Bolt: I don’t wanna travel anymore today...

U ded?

Twist: It’s not a choice, if we have to we will. Bolt: ...

Twist: *she curls up* How late is it? Bolt: Dunno. It’s getting a bit dark...

Twist: *she closes her eyes, and pretty soon she goes to sleep* Bolt: *he climbs on top of her* Are you going to sleep?

Bolt: *he curls up, going to sleep on top of Twist*

(Should we skip to the next day now?)

Twist: *she woke up slightly early. She gently lifted Bolt off of her, and wandered off to get food*

Twist: *she came back with a few birds. She looks at a Streak, and wonders why the black liquid is still there. She climbs a tree and eats one of the birds*

Bolt: *he stirred* Twist: *she sighs*

Brb eating food :p

Bacc Twist: *she jumps down from the tree* Bolt: Twist?

Twist: Shh. *she glances at Streak*

Bolt: Oh. Twist: It’s early. You never wake up early!

Twist: Go back to sleep Bolt: Ok... *he curls up again*

Twist: *she pads around, climbing trees and making sure no one was coming near them*

U be ded?

Bolt: *he gets up, and climbs up a tree with Twist* Twist: *she huffs* I told you to sleep.

Bolt: *he takes the pouch she had on her neck and runs off* Twist: HEY?!

Twist: *she jumps down and chases Bolt* BOLT! Come back!

Twist: *she pounces on top of Bolt* What are you thinking? Bolt: *he has one of the syringes in his mouth*

Bolt: *he jabs it into her paw, and runs away, still with the pouch* Twist: *she roars*

Twist: *she takes it out of her paw and goes back to where Streak is, limping*

Twist: *she drops the syringe on the floor* Bolt... he ran off... with the rest.... *she falls over*

Twist: *she struggles to get up, but lies down straight after* Bolt: *he was running towards a waterfall*

Bolt: *he stops and looks up*

Bolt: *he growls, and gets a syringe out*

Bolt: *he runs around the flames in front of him, and starts running towards a cave*

Bolt: *he stops again, and smashes a syringe on the floor*

Bolt: *he dodges the flames and carries on running*

Bolt: No! *he tries to get the puch, but fails with his short legs*

Bolt: *he squirms, but isn’t affected* Give it!

Bolt: *he squeaks* Twist: You... got it... then? *she shudders*

Bolt: *he grumbles* Twist: You.., probably want... more sleep....

Bolt: He’s always grumpy and mean! Twist: Shut... it....

Bolt: .. Twist: What... we’re... you thinking?...

Bolt: ... Twist: *she shudders again*

Bolt: *he stares at it* Twist: Don’t... think about it....

Bolt: *he screeches* Twist: *she struggles to get up, and stumbles over to the tree Streak’s in. She lies at the bottom, staring at Bolt*

Bolt: *he grumbles and curls up, seemingly going to sleep* Twist: *she starts shuddering again*

Twist. *she gets up, stumbling to where they were before, and to where she had taken the syringe out*

Twist: *she tries very hard to read what was on the label, but she huffs and picks it up, stumbling back to where Bolt and Streak were*

Twist: *she drops it near Bolt* Read... Bolt: Don’t wanna. Now go away.

Bolt: *he looks at Streak* Fine. *he starts reading it* Twist: *she goes back to where she was before, falling over*

Bolt: *he huffs* Sucks to be you. Twist: *she lies down* ?

Bolt: *he giggles* Twist: ...what?

Bolt: ... Not telling. Twist: *she shudders*

Bolt: *he screeches* It Uhm... says weakness? And it had an Uh, star on it, so Uhm... strong weakness? But it Uh, should wear off in a couple of days? But it’s gonna get worse....

Bolt: *he screeches, but quiets down after* Twist: ... sorry....