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Wrote up a bit for anyone who needs something to react to only to find I'd made Del a liar about seeming harmless :B Sorry about that; I didn't see it until after I'd posted.
"It okay. little cap. Scrap will find use for you. Humans love caps, you see soon."
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"No, shhh. That human dumb. That human waste caps. Scrap know better. Scrap find you use."

Scrap huddled around his new friend near the back of the penthouse, comforting the abandoned bottle cap and trying his best to ignore the numerous humans nearby.

Scrap. Scrap, we know you hear them.
They're talking about you.
They're plotting against you.


Scrap tried his best to ignore the Junk and their prodding as he continued to soothe the bottle cap.
"Yes...Scrap will...Scrap will find you home little cap. You see...you...see..."

The human turns the others against you.
Let us help you, Scrap. Let us out.
Let us hurt.


Lassoing the rope cinch around his sack quickly, Scrap silenced the voices once again though their words echoed still. Raising to his feet and pocketing the young cap, Scrap bellowed as he swiftly made for the others. "You lie, Tiny Man! Scrap not hurt! Scrap work!" As his raged boiled, his sentences grew shorter and his steps quicker. Before either of them knew it, Scrap was within spitting distance of the soldier and the stranger beside him. A new pair of eyes burned his skin as she looked him up and down.

Furious, Scrap hovered his large head mere inches from the man's face and inhaled deeply. Burrowing his gaze into the small man's, Scrap barked a threat with the few remaining words he could muster. "No lie. Have your scent."

Seething to himself, Scrap snatched the Teddy Bear from the man's arms and moved swiftly toward another human who didn't know better than to brandish their weapon in pleasant company. Stopping much shorter than he had with the man, his rage subsiding, Scrap held the bear toward Ellie insistently. "You take this. Weapon is not toys."
Nah, I know, gotta play up the soldier role :p 'Course, just 'cause I know better doesn't mean Scrap will.
Abomination, huh? So Terminal, when're we starting that collab' to kill off Sabin?
Hey, the tree thing made me think Sterk wanted Sabin to be underdog turned badass; I just facilitated that through teddy bears and wetting himself :p
So many humans in such a tight spot, I think I'll leave Scrap nursing his bottle cap back to health rather than deal with the implications of even more armed strangers filing in.
It had been over a year since Haylee had left the Followers; it was all Scrap could do to contain his excitement as she appeared on the balcony above him. Unburdened by his pack as it rested on the floor beside him, Scrap waved frantically toward his estranged friend from the bottom of the stairs. He wanted her to see him. Haylee wasn't like the other humans. She and Joolie worked to help everyone, no matter what, they united people in common pursuits, they didn't care for petty squabbles of faction or background.

They reminded him of Master.

"Help me! Help me, I'm falling!!"

Scrap was pulled from his thoughts by a small voice near the other humans. Without bothering to cinch his satchel closed, Scrap shoulder his treasure trove and leapt the few remaining stairs between him and the penthouse proper. Large strides from powerful legs made sure the Nightkin had closed the distance before anyone could react. Scooping the infant from the floor gingerly, Scrap cooed to the discarded bottle cap as he took a seat away from the wasteful human.
I think I know the one you're talking about, Scrap traded a book off him called "How To Serve Man" *sigh* If only he could read.
Hello, squishy humans.
If it makes you feel any better, if I weren't already on thin ice with the Nightkin thing I'd have done it :p
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