[TINY CAT PEOPLE] VOID SESSION: ACT 4

[skinstealer]

 
You tell Primus that he can use the picnic tables outside as a source of wood, and use his hatchet to hack it off into a prosthetic. He nods and asks if Buddy’s knives could be any help here too, to help carve it into a proper shape- you say that’s a great idea, and that the Dadwalker could be used as well to help it get around outside. Primus seems to feel a bit better after these ideas, and goes to get his hatchet...only to fall, clutching at his leg.

It hurts, he says, his whistling voice stuttering.

You ask Primus where it hurts, and he manages to get out that both of the places he operated on, Buddy’s face and leg, seem to have been mirrored onto him with the scalpel during surgery. He promises he can make it work, but Slop stops him and guides him over to the bed.


 
Slop tells him to rest with Buddy for a while, and let her and...the clowns, figure it out. He goes to protest and Slop shushes him, gesturing to how shaky his leg is. He’s in no state to go climbing up and down stairs, and if they’re going to survive this thing, the team medic needs to fucking rest.

He goes quiet, and finally agrees. 


 
Slop and some of the clowns start heading out, one of them, Numfi, staying by the side of the bed. She reaches out and brushes a sleeve against Primus’ face after magicking away the fluid stains, muttering soothing words in an effort to calm him. The tent type can’t help but cry a little at that, but seems grateful to have the physical comfort right now.

You really wish you could do the same for him right now, but having a giant clown play the direct role of caretaker will just have to do.


 
After a while of being whispered to and patted where it hurts, Primus speaks up- talking directly to you.

He asks if he did a good job.

He asks what everyone’s going to do now.

He asks if everything’s going to be okay.