forum A Great Big World (o/o with swim!!! Hi!!!)

Started February 05, 2021 by Deleted user

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The RP you offered, my dear sir and/or madam? Anyways, can we like, do a combination of the last two prompts? Former service tiny kicked out for behavioral issues now left to rot in a pet store, or something? Idk.

Oh wait I should tag you @SwimwithGamers_Femboys_Are_People_Too

I'm here! And I go with he/they, thank you!
And, :00, I love that idea!! Which role would you like?

Uh, I was hoping Tiny? Thanks for letting me know your pronouns btw.

Welcome!
And sounds good to me, I enjoy being the giant the most aha
So, shall we jump in, or have a character sheet?

Uh, jump in is fine with me. I start, or you?

It might be best for you to start so we get an idea of what's going on aha

Okay! I can get that up in a jiffy!

Great!

He didn't have a name, just a number. Number 0023, that was all he knew. And currently, Number 0023 was sitting in the bottom of a cramped glass crate, barely any space to move around and feel enriched as Tinies apparently were supposed to. He stood up, and hit his head on the too-low ceiling, where holes were poked through to create just the bare minimum of airflow needed to keep a Tiny alive. 0023 sat back down, stretching his long, furry goat's legs and flicking his soft ears as a fly buzzed around and smacked him right in the face. His slotted, horizontal eyes took in his surroundings fairly well, but didn't quite see the child that came up to rattle his container. He stood up again, being careful of the ceiling, and slammed on the walls. "Not funny, fucko!" he said, and immediately regretted it as his shock collar buzzed and he collapsed in a small ball on the floor of his crate. It hurt, so much, and he was so scared. He was a Satyr breed tiny, meaning he had goat features and a goat's tolerance of any sort of shock. It was mostly in the legs, the ears, and the eyes and horns, but he was certainly a bit hairier than usual everywhere else and the hair on his head was a long, dark red just like the fur on the rest of his body. His tail flicked and twitched even more so than the rest of him, and he cried out in pain as another shock hit him. He was sure the employees of the pet store did this for fun, at this point.

Jem was trying to find a present for his sister; she'd wanted a pet for forever, and he'd managed to get permission from their parents to get her one. Even though he had moved out a few years ago, he stilled cared for his sister and wanted to make her happy. So, he'd try to find something simple; maybe a mouse, she had space, or a beta fish- they were easy enough to take care of, yeah? There were a few things he knew he wouldn't get her- namely, a Tiny. They were just too much responsibility, and even she wouldn't be able to handle the needs of one on her own. It had been the only requirement Jem had been given.
Stepping into the pet store, Jem looked around, walking through the front rows. Fish in crowded aquariums, too small of cages for the larger animals… Was he sure this was the place he wanted to buy from?
He was just on his way out when he heard a cry of pain, coming from the back. The Tiny area. His attention drawn, he made his way back, hands shoved in his pockets as he glanced at the various cages to find the one he had heard.

0023 let out a whimper when he saw Jem approaching, assuming the worst. He'd probably get his little crate toyed with, or be mocked, or screamed at, all for just existing and being one of the less sought-after breeds of Tinies. Most people didn't like Tinies like him, and that might have been fair. They were loud, rebellious, crude, everything one didn't want in a Tiny. Satyr Tinies were the worst, and he knew it.

Jem bent enough to get a good look at 0023, taking a moment to check and make sure none of the employees were looking. He looked back to the small crate, and the Satyr inside. He didn't bother looking for a nameplate, knowing a place like this wouldn't bother even if the Tiny did have one.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jem asked, leaning forward and speaking softly to make sure no one else could hear.

"N-no, idiot, I'm cl-clearly not." he said, shuddering as another shock was sent through his system by a bored employee who probably wasn't even watching the scene as she clicked the remote to his collar. "See? All they ever want to do is torture me, okay? So don't pretend like I'm anything close to okay." he hissed, drawing his legs to his chest, tugging at the rough fabric of his shirt and pants.

Jem's eyes widened some in shock as he watched what happened to the Tiny before him. He felt his heart jump into his throat at the sight, looking up to find who exactly was holding the remote.
"Hey," he snapped, anger clear in his voice. "Would you cut that out? Or do you not want to sell this one?"

"He's useless, okay? Nobody wants the little shit, so we've just kept him in there for a few months and let him sit." the attending employee called, tossing the remote from hand to hand. "If you think you want to deal with his crap, then go ahead." she shrugged, walking over to pick up the cage roughly. "Although, I will warn you, he bites. I still have the scar on my hand." she said.

"Fine by me," Jem said. He'd managed to calm himself enough to so he wasn't snapping anymore, but he was still infuriated by this employee's attitude towards this living creature.
"How much?"

"Honestly, I'd give him to ya free if my boss wasn't going to kill me for it. The price listing, last I remember, was thirty dollars. Cheap for a Tiny, but I guess it's fair for this little crapwad. Anyways, you just need to sign some paperwork and we'll have the little bastard in your arms by the end of the day." she shrugged, leading Jem over to where a cabinet full of various paperworks was.

(Jem and Me: I've known this Tiny for less than a minute now but if anyone lays a hand on him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself)

(fair tho.)

Jem followed, glancing down at the Tiny in the cage the employee was carrying. He could afford thirty dollars, and then he'd get that damned collar off of the poor thing. He didn't really care how much of a bad rep Satyrs had, no one deserved to get treated like this.
"Alright, then. Just tell me where to sign."

"Hmm, one second…" she said, taking out the Tiny's paperwork and scribbling some things on one of the papers. "Sign at the bottom, we keep that paper on file and you get to take the rest home. You know, records, vaccinations, what insurance will take Satyrs if you feel like you need pet insurance, stuff like that." she said, thrusting out the packet with one piece of paper sitting right on top. 0023 watched curiously, was he going to another home? Maybe even a permanent one? That had been his lifelong dream. "Return policy is that if you hate him, you've got thirty days to return him." she shrugged.

Jem nodded, glancing over the papers. 0023? Really? He thought to himself, not saying a word of it. He took a pen, signing at the bottom of the one he was require to. He reached into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out thirty dollars in cash.
"Understood, though I highly doubt I'll be coming back." He looked back to the cage 0023 was in, picking up the paperwork he was to keep and reaching out to pick the crate up. He was a lot more gentle than the employee had been, careful to not knock the Tiny around.