
Henrietta#1251
pulling at their dirty pant leg (dirty with dust or dirty with ash why doesnt she know which) is a small...thing. not a rat. rat shaped.
“uh...” she says.
“hello,” the little thing says, ever so politely in its many-toned voice, “I’m sorry to bother, but i just wanted to give this back to you- you dropped, you see, in the Place, but i think something happened and....” it looks around, “where are we? where am I, more specifically. i’ve never seen so much.....metal.” its face twitches, a flat nose crinkling up under two large, large eyes, be-speckled with iridescent shades.
“oh....” she points....around, “are you from, uh-“ she wipes at her eyes- theyre stinging a little, “were you from the other Place?”
“yes! you dropped your hat,” it presents her taco hat to her, in a little clawed hand, “and i wanted to give it back. but it appears i was being too nice, again.....”
macy takes the hat numbly.
“thanks....,” a rat pops out of the hat and crawls up her arm to sit on her shoulder, “uh, sorry, but i think that means youre stuck here, now? at least for a bit.....or, yknow, forever.” she laughs, a hollow sound behind her sharp teeth and clever eyes.
“Oh, thats not good at all,” the thing mutters, “i had dinner to prep. peaches and banana, a very filling meal.”
macy stares blankly down at the rat-shaped-thing.
it looks back up at her.
it has two very, very large ears, held up with a velvet blue scrunchy. she thinks they’re wearing an apron.
“oh, gods,” she mutters, “you don’t even know what a blaseball is, do you?”
it tilts its head at her. one of the ears flops over.
(part 2)