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Felt like sharing this rough draft from Birdy. This was a very different take on Red's "rescue" along with the injuries Birdy sustained.

Warnings: body horror, broken bones, violence, references to unwanted advances

Red was trying hard to keep his grin easy and smooth while he talked to the walking dead man. He was here to distract the guy while the other Fells took over the perimeter. He hadn't expected to see the little birdy again, having dissapeared about a week ago, so he was taken by surprise when he noticed the Creature back in its small room.

Except for it looked awful.

Feathers lost, mouth tightly bound by those head straps so that their mandible was immobile. Their purple eyes were hazy and grey and the Creature didn't even look at him as he entered. It had just shuffled further behind the tree and bushes that it tried to use as some sort of hide. It didn't work. The room was set up that way.

Breeding gone wrong.

Fought back.

Red had never thought too much about Creatures but it pissed him off. He'd liked seeing the strange gorgeous creature when he'd come for their little meetings. It was always so proud and curious about him, and he couldn't help but grin at it and watch as it tried to intimidate him back. Now it was...

Did this guy say he fought back from breeding?

Red found out that teeth did not sparkle like glitter when smashed under heel. The blood got in the way.

"RED GOD DAMN IT NOT YET," ah well they were close enough. Red shrugged while he made his way around the room to the glass wall. He could find the door but...

"you got the perimeter, boss?"

"YES YOU NINCOMPOOP-" SMASH, "RED YOU FUCK-"

Red grunted, surprised at the exertion needed to break the glass. It was thicker than he'd realized. Still nothing magic and bone can't take care of. He expected humidity to hit him after the glass broke but found the "forest room" surprisingly dry.

The mangled Creature was standing. Shivering and shaking but trying its best to look big. Broken feathers fluffed and sticking up, making himself look bigger. His arms weren't raised as high as usual, closer to the body. More defensive. The Creatures head kept twitching this way and that, shocked and trying to process exactly what was happening and problem escape. Red sidestepped into its line of sight evertime it tried to see around him.

"hey there, beautiful," he purred, and those dull violet eyes shot to his face. "yer gonna be comin' with me," he grinned.

It was fast.

Red was stunned when the Creature was in front of his face before his grin could even fall, and he barely had time enough to shortcut away before it had flapped and then tried to snatch his chest with both of its taloned feet. It landed smoothly and, though it already seemed winded, it was obviously ready to put up a fight as it took up stance again once it found him. He'd only gone a few yards away, his sockets wide.

"whoa there," he shortcut just out of range of another swipe of the talons. "little aggressive, aren'tcha?"

Away again and then farther away once more when he noticed their stance change. They panted, legs farther apart, and swiveled their head around to watch him. Their body was shaking even harder now. He rose a brow while they studied him.

“do ya wanna stay here?” Silence though he noticed their head twitch just a little. They watched him then their head twitched while they looked around the room. Their eyes found the dead man and with a quick look back at Red, the bird walked over the man’s corpse.

Red watched, not moving from his spot. He was curious. He was more impressed than disgusted when the Creature rose their leg and then lightning fast smashed it into the man’s skull. It caved in like a melon before those brutal talons flexed inwards and popped it.

Red found those violet eyes staring hard at him while the talons shook off some of the gore. Ah. A threat? He grinned and held out his hand.

“ive been nice birdy,” interesting that they paused. Their eyes went from his face to his outstretched hand. They cautiously stride forward. “but yer still planning to be a rude lil shit ain’t cha?”

He recognized the stance this time and he flicked his fist right as they moved. He still only caught them midair and midway to him.

Fucking fast.

But he gripped onto that growing component inside of the Creature. It was odd at first to not pull their soul free until he remembered that their soul was very real and physical to them.

That’s what the trophy husks had been.

Creature Souls, dried and drained of their life force. The only thing left when a Creature died.

He guessed that since it was such a physical part that would explain the absolute blind panic he’d triggered in this Creature. They flailed and clawed and made muffled noises through their forced shut jaw. One of their hands gripped over the glow in their chest. A literal physical organ that held their essence.

Red was curious about what he could do with it but now wasn’t the time. He heard commotion in the halls and he didn’t have time to play around. So he fisted his hand, making the Creature go rigid, before he slammed them back into the wall.

Their head snapped back with a crack and then their body slid limply down. Perfect.

!-!-!-!-!

Your body ached. Your head ached. Everything ached and you didn’t want to wake up. You didn’t want to see your drab plumage or feel the way you couldn’t open your beak.

You didn’t want to feel the ache in your mouth and the fear that came with it.

You most certainly didn’t want to open your eyes and see unfamiliar surroundings.

You were in a room that was similar to your non-forest room. Where you went when you’d caused problems. Clinical. You recognized the style of cot you were on however the way your legs were tied down was horrifying.

You could still fight. They hadn’t tied down your wings. Though when you scrambled with the bindings at your ankles you found them locked.

“pretty bird,” that wasn’t the human. Your back shivered and your head shot in the direction of the voice. That impossibly large moving carcass of cleaned bones was in the doorway. Teeth pulled in that viscous grin and red lights pinned on you.

“glad ya woke up, thought i hit ya too hard at first,” you stared at him unblinking. You gave no indication you understood.

You did. But you stared at him silently.

You had no intention of speaking. Of giving any information to this monster. You found his presence less of an affront than the humans but monsters were no more trustworthy as far as you were concerned. They were just an unknown instead of an immediate threat.

“ya got fucked up pretty bad,” the other had it worse. Perhaps. They’d at least been granted eternal rest. “didn’t wanna show tail and just take it?”

The grin was so knowing and you had so much trouble not reacting. You watched him and let out a shuddering steadying breath.

He watched you steadily then too a pointed step forward. You didn’t appreciate the way those lights trailed down your body.

“…ya couldn’t do much in yer current state though could ya?” The threat hit home and your chest ached with how tight it squeezed. You reacted before you could help it, one leg steadying while the other struck out for freedom.

The metal bars that connected the strong leather whined as they bent. That skeleton was over you before you could break it however. Their hand extended and then your body felt wrong again.

The organ in your chest was that deep dark blue, glowing under your skin, and you felt so heavy. Your legs slid back and your soul ponded away in terror. You didn’t want this!

“hey hey, cmon, cmere it’s okay,” it wasn’t it wasn’t! You couldn’t move and you ached and you didn’t understand and you didn’t want it. There was a presence over you and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get enough power in your legs to fight.

You parted your mouth in the only defense you had left. You still had that harness on. You couldn’t open your jaw. You couldn’t project correctly.

Instead of a commanding melody of demands and power, all that came out was a horse broken whispered tragedy compared to how your voice used to be. It sang an easily ignored request, not even a demand, a request to just…leave you alone.

You were scared. You were ashamed. You felt humiliated in the melody that escaped your lips. You felt hurt by how unfamiliar your own voice sounded.

“‘m not gonna hurt you,” you didn’t believe him. “wanted ta see how well ya understand,” you knew that. You’d known that. You fell for it too…

You flinched when you felt hands on your face, your eyes refocusing it’s stare at the far too close skeleton. He was cupping your face and your eyes went wide. You couldn’t look away from him as your soul pounded.

You struggled and tried to pull your head away, your arms scrambling at his hands while you tried to bat him away with your wings. He actually grunted and huffed, but he didn’t let go. You only stopped when he jerked your head harshly by the bridle.

“Quit it,” he snarled, those sharp teeth inches from your face. Your bodies reaction was instant. You froze. Not even a breath, and stared at those far too sharp fangs.

The golden one was pretty.

He kept his teeth bared at you, not the grins he did before, but an actual threat of that sharked maw. It kept you still and staring while he fumbled with your head.

You couldn’t stop the gasp when the bridle fell away, the pressure in your face lifted. The sigh of relief that followed was also unbidden.

You most certainly weren’t expecting this monster to be so brazen as to grab your face again. But you couldn’t deny how nice it felt when his thumbs firmly rubbed around where your beak and muscles had been compressed.

You cooed. It was so embarrassing but you were also so tired. It felt so nice and you ended up leaning into the cupping hands that eased the tension from your muscles.

Your beak finally relaxed from where it’d been shoved and stressed further than it naturally rested. You didn’t extend it.

You were afraid what would happen.

You clicked it dazedly behind your malleable lips. You were still hazy headed when you heard the looming chuckle and you knew you shouldn’t look up.

But you did.

And instantly remembered the threat of the brick house skeleton looming over you with his hands on your face. You tensed and he snorted.

“yer cute when ya relax y’know,” you were so out of it that your feathers fluffed unbidden to the compliment. You tugged your head free to avert your eyes and the rising heat in your face.

“c’n ya speak?” You resolutely did not look at the skeleton. Your lips drew back to expose some of your beak when he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

You glared and he lidded those odd sockets. He leaned in close and you more aggressively bared your beak. You could still bite with it unextended.

“gorgeous little birdy ain’t ya,” he huskily breathed along your face, hot air infiltrating your feathers. You were so shocked and taken aback by the heat of the others words and body that you had were helpless to how your feathers fluffed and the skin on your face grew hot.

The humans had called you that too. But it had been different…usually. You didn’t know how you felt about monsters so you were surprised and flustered by your bodies reactions.

“if ya didn’t understand,” he rasped and you tried so hard to pull away and back into the bed while that skull got closer. He put his odd semi firm cheek against your own. His hands were grasping your face firmly, keeping you from biting or escaping while he nuzzled up close.

“ya wouldn’t respond like that,” he whispered right along your auricular feathers.

It got him exactly what he wanted. Your entire body shivered from the ticklish feeling and your skin felt impossibly hot. You had very few interactions with Monsters. Were they all so intense?

He pulled back but kept his hands on your face. It felt so controlling. He brokered no room for your snapping beak. Not that you tried.

You were terrified. Pinned and trapped and found.

“Gonna ask ya again, lil birdy, can ya speak?” he purred down at you. You stared back, eyes blown while you tried to get your mind working. Monsters were not your kind…

You shouldn’t speak. Even if found out. Your reactions weren’t too telling with his actions. He wasn’t your kind so you should be silent-

His hands moved and then he was gripping your lower jaw tightly. Keeping it shut wile his other hand moved and stretched your lips wider and wider. Showing your beak and the muscles behind your elastic lips.

It honestly terrified you and you didn’t realize too were shaking. You tried to keep your beak shut tighter while you stared at those focused red lights. He wasn’t looking at you though. He was staring at your beak.

You felt pressure. It wasn’t a lot but it caused you to snap. He’d pushed his thumb along the muscle of the hinge on your jaw. Trying to encourage you to open… or he’d force it.

You shoved at him and your beak snapped out. He backed up just enough so the deadly hook of your beak was mere inches from his face. But it hurt.

It did hurt.

Tears ran down your face and you swallowed down the pained noises that tried to escape while you glared at the skeleton. You felt blood in your mouth… and your beak felt too weak. The upper kinesthetics of your beak not locking like it should.

It hurt and it felt wrong and that made you hurt in all sort of other ways. You knew it had to look wrong too. It didn’t move the way it should and it hurt it hurt it hurt to know you were wrong.

That they’d broken something so important.

You hadn’t realized when your attention slipped from the monster. He’d retreated enough that the pain in your chest overwhelmed your aggression and fear.

Your hands were trembling when you carefully came up to cradle your beak. It hurt to touch and you couldn’t stop the soft noises now. It hurt like this and it was so… it was so humiliating. To yourself to your pride… that you had to gently push your beak back.

You couldn’t retract it yourself.

It made you want to vomit.

And your hands couldn’t stop shaking and it was making it worse and your tears were making everything wet and it hurt it hurt while you tried to fit your face back the way it should while you sobs shuddered your body so you missed and your beak hurt more and you could feel and hear the bones scraping in your own skull

Warm heavy hands covered your trembling ones. Steadied you. Followed your fumbled movements and help slowly, carefully, gently slide your beak back into its hidden resting position.

The sharp pains of your broken (missing missing was it missing?) bone abated without the direct pressure irritating it. Toning down into an ache that only the adrenaline of your tears and pain currently soothed.

You didn’t pull away from the careful hold this time. The encompassing presence that terrified you. The soothing sensation of those hands gently massaging your face and the aches in your muscles there was intoxicating after your terror and pain.

“…didn’t realize it was that bad,” muttered above you. He let go do your face and you opened blurry eyes to see him pull a cloth out of his breast pocket.

Those red lights found yours, before moving onto your hands. He grasped one and put the cloth in before he guided your hand to your own mouth.

Your mouth that was still drooling blood.

You swallowed some of it thickly. It made you feel sick. But you understood and you gently started to dab at your mouth. You tipped your head away, averting your eyes.

You don’t know why but he started massaging your face again. You didn’t fight it. It felt good… amazing now with the ache that he couldn’t reach.

“was tryin to play with ya,” he murmured over you, “gonna see if they took yer tongue. y’know, so you couldn’t speak,” you did know. You’d seen the human cut the tongues of other humans before.

He’d threatened yours.

The fact that this monster wanted to check just terrified you. You already felt so queasy from the pain, so shaken. Would he take it if you talked? Would he take it if you didn’t?

You wanted your legs free.

“hey,” he snapped his fingers in front of your face a few times and you warily turned your head to him. His face was set serious, no mirth in his eyes, the thin emotive lips around the skeletal grin pulled flat.

“…’m not gonna hurt ya,” he stared right into your eyes. “i dunno shit about your kind, an if ya c’n speak that’ll make this whole thing a lot easier.”

You glared and he laughed and hooked his claw under your jaw. He paused however and then gently cupped your cheek instead. You couldn’t pull away when he leaned in close again.

“yer cute when yer angry too, pretty birdy,” he breathed, “but ya suck at playin’ dumb.”

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End Notes:

I really liked this injury and how awful it was, and had kind of forgotten when I posted Birdy up. I could probably bring it into the story later, but I can't really see it happening.

Sanctuary Birdy, a different AU that stars Classic instead, will probably have the injury in their backstory instead.

PS - The break/locking mechanism was designed because most animals with strong bite force don't have kinetic skulls. So to give Birdy's more OOMPH I thought of there being a moveable bone that locks their beak in place to give it more force. Birdy's is shattered due to their opponent forcing Birdy's beak back into his face.

Without assistance the injury would leave them extremely handicapped.

Lmao last note: you may notice Birdy has purple eyes here instead of red. I thought itd be cute if their eyes matched Red's and the other Fells. Sanctuary Birdy has the purps instead.

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