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"Hello?"
Near the tracks of his train, Scar caught flashing movement. Something smaller dashing in the shadows. Disregarding his safety, and not stopping to think about traps, he pushed his wheelchair closer.
It was silent. Too silent, and the feeling that he was being watched jumped to the front of his mind.
But there was no hostile mob sound, so it should have been fine. If it had been a hostile mob, he would have been approached already—attacked at a distance if it was an skeleton, which he did not hear bone rattling so that was not an option.
In hindsight, it could have been a mob trapped somewhere in the rails or in a hole he might have forgotten to seal, so moving closer was plenty dangerous. Still, he locked his wheelchair in place, reaching behind him to grab his walking cane. It extended as he pulled it out, planting it firmly on the grass before pushing himself up, carelessly walking closer.
"Hello? Guys? Is someone there?"
Scar called out a couple times, examining the tracks and the lower half of his train carefully. There was… nothing. Everything was still, unmoving. And aside from himself, there seemed to be no other life-form nearby, or one he could see anyways. He hummed in thought, confused and intrigued, then decided to enlist the help of some Hermits in the off-chance this was a trap.
Just as he was making his way back to his chair, a quiet little meow made him stop dead in his tracks.
His body froze on the spot, another meow echoing in the back behind him. It seemed to come from the shadows, way deep and distant, yet so very familiar.
Slowly, he turned around, seeing nothing at first, but he waited a couple seconds. Then suddenly, a little head peeked over the rails. Dark at first, then slowly he picked up the colors. Shades of gray and tan with bright green eyes. Then another popped up beside it, both staring at him curiously. They meowed, one right after the other, a couple times like they were trying to get his attention.
A wave of something washed over him, from seeing their little bodies, so small and familiar. Warmth spread inside him, an overwhelming warmth that had his knees buckling, soon his cane rolled and he was on the grass, eyes still fixed on the pair. They went quiet as he huffed, breathless.
The duo ran to him shortly after, their little bodies bouncing as they leaped over, both innocently jumping into his lap. They rubbed their faces into his arms, into his hands, meowing and purring, rubbing their bodies and covering his clothes with their short hairs.
Scar choked on his words, on a simple smile, trying to not tear up. "Well, hello there," he greeted softly, voice wavering the slightest bit. "Hello, what– what are you doing under my train?! That's– That's a very… a very a dangerous place to– to be, especially for two little kitties like your– like yourselves!"
One of the kittens looked up at him and meowed while the other curled up in his lap, licking its paw.
"Oh… that's, of course, of course." He shook his head, smiling as he swallowed the knot in his throat. He raised a hand to wipe under his eye, skin rough on skin, blinking the prickling tears. "I… Yeah, yeah. Dangerous– That's a dangerous place. I… I will… I will look after you two, of course, yeah… That's… Of course…"
Scar's heart was overcome with feelings, overflowing with them. Still, he decided to deal with that later. Now, more important things needed his attention, two very important beings that made his heart twice as full.