by Piefan » Fri Feb 27, 2015 8:03 pm
Prompt: A crab|POV:2nd|Characters: ?|Genre: ?
Setting info: Contemporary. Mild fantasy b/c absolutely nothing we know of crabs' biology appears here. Like, they apparently have ears here.
Summary: We all have our own stories. From that cat on the street to the person you just passed by, there is not one person who doesn't. This shows a small snippet of just one.
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The moon is rising. Unobscured by clouds and birds, it appears a beautiful white circle against a plain dark blue background. In the distance, you hear more than you see the animals of the night beginning to stir.
This is your favourite part of the day, when humans begin to leave and their infernal noise ends at last. As a crab, you have no lips, but you imagine that if you did, a smile would be gracing them. You are not nocturnal - diurnal is the word you have heard some use - but few creatures sleep the instant the sun sets, and you are not among them. You will return to your home soon, but until then, you will stay.
Sitting on a pile of sand not far from the sea allows you to see a few inches further into the water than usual, the practical part of enjoying the serenity here. Silence reigns, and deep contentment fills you. The departure of the last of the humans completes the scene.
Yet somehow, as something visibly shifts in the ocean, you find yourself tensing. A strange feeling fills the air, one that you find particularly unpleasant. What is it? You are not certain. Most of your predators are considerably larger than what you have witnessed, and-
Before you finish your train of thought, something squarish encases you, and you flail as you feel yourself being lifted into the air. You were mistaken earlier - a human stares down at you. This one, however, seems different from what you typically see.
The long fur (hair?) on its head is pulled back like a horse's tail, raven black and shiny. In spite of not being in the water, it wears goggles with green, translucent lenses, and it has a different look than what you often see in those who attempt to take you away from your home. It seems serious rather than amused, calm rather than confused.
"Eh, pretty lucky for me," it says, its voice high-pitched. You realise it is most likely a female. Perhaps, then, it - she - will let you free. "Either way, knew I shoulda brought someone with me. Thought I'd get a better catch."
It reaches out with a gloved hand, a finger of which you instinctively pinch. You tear through the material covering the limb easily enough, and you cut through skin, causing a drop of blood to ooze out of the wound.
She barely reacts, however, except to frown and shut her eyes for a moment until you release her. Being a crab, you still do not have lips nor eyebrows. If you did, you would be frowning.
"Well, dang if that didn't hurt, but you really should relax, crabby," she states casually as she bandages her finger. "'Sides, I'm not hurting you. Not helping you, but not hurting you too." She seems to be talking more to herself than you; it is, you have found, a common human belief that you cannot understand their speech. You can, as a matter of fact. You just do not listen.
Clicking your pinchers in a sign of aggression, you look up at her, trying to convey anger through beady eyes. It does not seem to work. Without even taking notice, she continues, "And I thought this'd be fun... Anyways, you'd rather do this the easy way and just give up than get yourself unconscious, wouldn't you?"
At this, you hesitate. It is obvious that the former was a better option, but who was to say she would not kill you regardless? You would rather go down fighting than simply give up.
She does, however, emanate an aura of trustworthiness. You tap your pinchers together once more before placing both in front of you, looking up at her indignantly. (Does she understand your facial expressions? You hope so.)
Seeming surprised that you chose to obey this time, she chuckles. "Well then, that works." She places you on the ground, and you try to scurry away in a desperate attempt for freedom. You are still enclosed, however, in the same tight space.
After watching you dash yourselves at the edges of the thing for a few seconds, she turns and grabs something from a bag that lies on the ground before once again reaching for you. You are then picked up - firmly this time, so you cannot attack - and through your shell, you feel something being strapped to you.
"There," she says. "Simple as that. Bet you won't even notice this thing is attached to you after a while." She places you on the ground, and you quickly beat a retreat into the ocean. You may trust her, but you are no fool.
You know she will be forever watching.
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This was vague. Very, very, vague. The girl was a scientist, for your information, and the thing strapped to Mister Crab's back was a waterproof camera so they could observe his lifestyle from a 1st person view.
I'm socially awkward and sometimes terse - don't mind me.
