the first yatta fic ive seen is gonna be written by me apparently…
Yatta shifted slightly at the remnant sensations of black, darkened claws sinking into her body throughout her team’s journey. At least it led to candy.
The others chattered around her, though their conversations came to a hush when the elevator’s movement jerked to a stop.
Behind the door, it seemed quiet besides the echoes of the typical kitchen ambiance. When the elevator door rose open, however, the sound of booming footsteps and an angry snarl became more apparent. Pebble.
Toons exchanged nervous glances, each knowing just how awry someone like Yatta distracting Pebble could go. Despite that, the slight sounds of Yatta’s confetti body rustling as she moved was audible, while she approached the source of the growling and stomping.
Pebble snarled and barked, his footsteps jumping into quick stomps, while Yatta turned on her heels and bursted the other way. Pebble was only inches from the ribbon tails trailing behind Yatta.
Candy burst as Pebble sank his sharpened teeth into Yatta’s wrist, the piñata toon clenching her teeth at the sensation. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea?
Yatta turned every sharp corner she could find, hearing Pebble wham into every turn and slow himself down. Pebble got another bite in, this time at her side. Yatta bit down a curse at the wretched thing, the bite stinging as she broke away from Pebble again. Through the wall, to Yatta’s relief, she could hear the trickling of ichor into the last machine.
Ding!
The elevator hauled itself open, and Yatta could only hope she wasn’t done for. Pebble’s footsteps quickened again, while the piñata sprinted to the elevator like her life depended on it…since, well, it kind of did. Pebble’s fang grazed down her back as she leaped into the elevator, a shallow but long scratch.
Yatta let it catch up to her how tired she was under those familiar white lights, sitting down against the elevator wall. The adrenaline shutting up the sting of each wound faded, and the pain she was in made her want to curl up and give in.
A shadow loomed over her, a toon, blocking out the white lighting. Yatta looked up from the floor, Gigi’s half lidded eyes looking away as soon as she did. Grasped between her sleeve-covered hands, she had a medkit.
“…Brightney’s better than I am about knowing what to do when it comes to medical stuff.” Gigi mumbled, handing Yatta the medkit. “But I have this, and you definitely need it more.”
Yatta uttered a ‘thanks,’ nodding. She opened it up and sifted through the inside, while Gigi slowly stepped away.
Everything hurt, definitely, but at least she could treat it. Yatta made a mental note to see Brightney later.