Smiling Critters STILL continues on...

Kickin' and Picky both hold back Craftycorn as she screams out for Bobby. Watching the Prototype take her obviously hurt Crafty since Bubba was knocked out by poppy gas and wouldn't wake up for a couple hours, and Bobby was always there to help... Crafty cried out in pain but then she remembered Kickin' she quickly looked over at the smiling chicken and immediately started to apologize. "You don't have anything to apologize for" Kickin' said in a small voice. "Kickin' you're obviously hurt..." Picky said as she sniffles, clearly she had been crying silently this whole time. "It's none of your faults guys... Catnap is the one who's corrupted by the Prototype, and plus Catnap will get what's coming..." Kickin' sounded tired... so tired. "Don't you dare close your eyes... I better see those white pupils" Crafty said as she slapped Kickin' across the face, but hearing the small "ow" caused her to back away apologizing. "Don't worry... it's okay..." Kickin' held his cheek. "Wait, Kickin' you don't have white pupils anymore..." Picky said as she looked into Kickin's lifeless looking eyes. "Yeah... the upgrades do that to you, basically your life is taken from you, your soul is stripped from your body, and therefore you're stuck with lifeless eyes, and..." Kickin' didn't finish his sentence but it made everyone look at each other worriedly. "Don't worry.... I don't plan on leaving you guys..." Kickin' would've smiled a genuine smile if he could but... of course he's unable to. "This sucks... all this death, and for what...?" Kickin' faced the exit of the hiding place, the tube was like a tunnel that kids would often play in, but right now it was the only thing saving all their lives. Kickin' wonders about Hoppy and Bobby... watching the two get taken away... watching Hoppy get killed off... it was all too real. "What do you think he's doing to them...?" Kickin' asks after a while. Picky, and Crafty didn't have any clues as they both just sigh in unison. "We don't know..." Picky said losing her appetite again. "What happened to Bubba...?" Kickin' asks as his voice strains a bit "stop asking so many questions Kickin' you should be resting and trying to get better..." Crafty said as her voice cracks. "Guys... I don't think I'm making it honestly... I mean look at me..." Kickin' gestures to his stomach that has four large claw marks in it, four large jagged claw marks that reach his right shoulder all the way to his left side of his torso. Crafty has tears in her eyes as she shakes her head "you'll be fine Kickin' we will help you survive this..." Picky nods. "I hope you're right..." Kickin' looked at the ground under his hunched form... and all that was seen was blood. No longer were Kickin's feathers bright yellow and fluffy... now they were stained red, they were stuck together, and they were heavy to move. Kickin' knew he wasn't making it...