(i know it's a change from my last post but I will come back with more headcanons but first
Angst time
Warning for mentions of gore(although minimal,and parental death)
Day 2:Father and Son’s Goodbye.
Unaware,some people were. Of this whole situation,of this whole thing. One of these unaware people,was Rocket,who was simply helping His Father,Zuka get groceries back to his home. Truth be told,he would love to be out blowing stuff up instead but- he wanted to help his father,it was the nice thing to do. They both walked on the sidewalk.
“Hm.. you know you really didn't have to do this,right son?..” Zuka said to rocket. “Ah, don't worry about it dad! I don't mind,the least I could do for you!” Rocket responded Cheerfully. Zuka smiled at that,and continued walking. Everything was normal,calm. Before someone suddenly appeared, Stumbling behind them and making a weird low growling noise.
Rocket looked at the person
“.. uh- hello??”. The person didn't respond,and just stared, before attempting to grab at Rocket. Zuka looked at the stranger,and immediately tried to use his one hand to push the person away. “Hey! Back off weirdo…” he said, glaring at the person. The person continued to not respond,their eyes empty. They suddenly grabbed Zuka,and bit him on the shoulder. His eyes widened,and he let out a pained scream.
“! DAD!” Rocket said, pulling his father away from the stranger. “THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM??” Rocket yelled, angry,and quickly trying to get himself and zuka away from the werido-
Zuka tried to hold his shoulder,with a bleeding bite mark now on it. He flinches “Ow..Shit..” he sighed
“Are you okay dad??” Rocket asked, concerned for his father's safety.“you need medical attention,this is not good!..” he was clearly panicking. “I-it’ll be fine.. I have some bandages back home..” he said,it was clear he didn't want to bother his son more.
“..but..
.. fine.. we'll get you home but THEN see if we can get you some medical attention.” Rocket said, trying to get his father back home as soon as possible. He was on edge,I mean who wouldn't be,what type of person just randomly bites someone! Unless it was.. something else..””naw, that's stupid.. it was probably some sick, unfunny prank that went too far..”” Rocket thought to himself, trying to brush off the idea that it was something other then some asshole who thought it would be funny to do that. The two got home,Rocket set down the groceries and went to look for bandages somewhere. And went back to his father
“Alright, found them,dad..”
Zuka was sitting on the couch, holding his head as if something was up “Great.. amazing time to get a headache.. thank you,son” he said,his tone strangely raspy,and his eyes.. colder and empty.
He would move the bitten area closer towards Rocket,as he started to attempt to wrap the bandages around the wound.
Rocket continued, noticing some odd things. Like how Zuka kept twitching,and how his eyes were starting to look more and more empty. He was worried “Uh.. that should be enough, hopefully it heals soo-”
“Stop talking.” Zuka responded,In a strangely aggressive tone.
“.. what?..”
“Stop talking, please.”
Rocket was confused by that. Did he do something? He didn't know what was wrong,maybe it was just the headache, either way,he stopped talking. His father got up, holding his head
“I'm.. going to my room.” He said, pushing past his concerned son and to his room. Rocket could hear him mumble something. It was something nonsensical and strange.. Zuka disappeared into his room, slamming the door.
Rocket was left alone, confused and worried “did I..do something?..” he asked himself, unsure what was going on.
He decided to try to reassure himself, going to put the groceries away. Hours passed,and Zuka didn't come out of his room. Rocket was just on the sofa, fidgeting with his hands worried. He had tried to call somewhere to get Zuka help,but the lines were down. “did something happen?.. Did the bite get worse?..” he asked himself once again, trying to get up to check on him. He approached Zukas room,and heard talking on the other side of the door,it was almost gibberish,and it made 0 sense, anything he was saying.
“In my skin,skin fall away,get it OUT OUT PLEASE,PLEAD!!” he screamed, letting out more random jumbles of words,each slowly replaced with more pained screaming.
“D-dad!?” Rocket yelled, confused. He tried to open the door. The sound of the door rattling stopped the screams,as ‘Zuka” turned his attention to the door. The door slowly opened. “Is.. everything okay in here?” Rocket said, looking up at his father,and noticed something,off- his eyes,grayed out and empty,just like the stranger that bit him,his skin,looser,as if it was beginning to rot rapidly. “Wh.. dad?! I-i told you we needed to get you help somewhere! I-”
Zuka looked at him,his neck making a loud cracking sound,as if the bones in his body were stiff,he approached his son, grabbing his metallic arm. Rocket tried to pull away “Hey! Stop that! P-please just tell me whats wrong!” Zuka didn't respond, and harshly pulled his son's arm. It loosed it a little,as it wasn't in the best condition, before Rocket successfully pulled away and backed up. This was not right.. something was wrong. He stood at the door, trying to protect himself,and knock some sense into his father. His father approached again,and got closer. Rocket was panicking. “P-please!.. s-snap out of it!..” he yelled “This isn't funny!”
Zuka raised his hand,ready to claw at rocket, before.. a knock on the window. Rocket quickly snapped to look at the window
“H-Huh??” he saw his freind,Sword, frantically knocking on the window “S-Sword?”
“Hey! No time to explain,but you need to leave! I'll help,just open the window!” Sword said from outside, clearly afraid.
Rocket was now even more confused,and when looking for a path out, Zuka attacked,barely missing him. Rocket was startled by that,and out of desperation,kicked his father to escape
The infected man was disoriented due to the kick,and screeched
Rocket ran to the window,sword trying to keep it open enough for them to escape. He took Sword’s hand,his legs dangling out the window. Zuka,having recovered, would try to grab his son's leg, trying to pull him back into the house.
“! SHIT!” Sword tried to pull rocket out even faster now,His friend trying not to scream. After a lot of pulling,He was out! He and Sword fell back into the grass,Sword holding his arm “O-OW.. i-i think I got a sprain from all of that..” Sword said, holding his arm,and trying to quickly shut the window so Zuka couldn't escape. Rocket just laid on the grass, struggling to process what was happening. He looked at his.. arm… his..one arm.. his prosthetic! It was cut off in the altercation! His eyes widened,his mind now having even more to process.
“M-my arm.. d-dad..” he said, looking into the window, seeing his father,a growling mess with werid stuff growing on him, desperately knocking on the front door to attempt to break it down.
Rocket stared blankly.. this was all too much.
“I’m.. so sorry.. glad I found you in time,Rocks..” Sword said, trying to comfort his freind. Rocket didn't respond for a second,his expression not changing. He then spoke
“.. what is going on.. w-why did he go crazy like that”
“.. everyone is.. that's why I came over,one of those things got to him, again, I'm sorry,the best we can do is leave him here” Sword responded “he's.. not healthy,we need to go before more find us”
Rocket just shook.. “no,no.. we can't just leave him,he's just- he's just a little sick!”
He said, clearly in denial of the situation.
“.. Rocks.. No. We'll find a way to help him but we have to go,now.. I' don't exactly know what's going on,but it's important we find somewhere safe.. okay?” Sword said in a worried tone
“but…” Rocket stopped, before letting out a sad sigh,and nodding.
Sword nodded, doing his best to help his friend and himself find a place to stay.
Rocket just stared at the ground. Something was wrong with that person,huh?.. it was more then a stranger,it was a monster. A monster that took away his father. A monster that took away his arm. A monster that took EVERYTHING from him.. he lost
everything in the span of only a night, and he
was.. Completely empty.
[Chapter 2 END]
