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Arts and crafts were not really Yatta’s thing. It was… a fine hobby to have, she supposed, but it never really tickled her fancy. She found it to be rather redundant and aggravating to try to make something instead of just buying what you need in order to throw the best party possible. That being said, however, there was someone who was all about that craft life. She figured that she’d attempt to make her something—she couldn’t possibly have imagined it to be… this fucking tedious… and hard. Like, holy fuck.
Yatta thought it was stupid to make Scraps something to begin with. Sure, Scraps has been nothing but nice and warm and helpful and someone Yatta has learned to rely on and patient and—wait, where was she going with this? She shook her head, trying to shake the thoughts of Scraps from her mind. That was the issue. Yatta would rather go back to being twisted than to keep seeing Scraps every time she closed her eyes. She let out a long sigh, playing with the fucked up looking Scraps doll she attempted to make. She wanted to show her appreciation for Scraps being there for her, but now it kind of looks like she was being a bully. She didn’t mean for it to come out looking so… well, horrendous, but it turns out she wasn’t very crafty like Scraps was.
She stared at the doll. It was so fucked up and ugly it kind of made her think it was more of a replica of herself rather than Scraps. Yatta had always found Scraps a bit annoying and aggravating, considering she’d always take her party supplies without asking first to turn them into useless crafts, but now? She didn’t know if she’d bother trying to hang in here if it wasn’t for Scraps. Her ability to take the time to be there for Yatta, to accept her when she couldn’t even accept herself… Yatta didn’t know how to thank her properly. She thought to take a page from her book and make her a little craft from party supplies, but it turns out it was way harder than Scraps ever made it look. Yatta felt so silly as she held the little doll. It was so lame. All these feelings were so lame. Did Dandy mix lame loser essence into the ichor he gave her? If she did, all this would make more sense.
Yatta was just going to throw away the doll and pretend the paper cuts she got were from getting into a scrap with some random twisted, but Scraps has this endearing habit of waltzing into rooms completely unannounced! This is sarcasm, clearly, but Yatta couldn’t quiet the racing thoughts in her mind as Scraps walks up to her mid-thought and asks, “whatcha got there?”
Yatta almost takes the doll and shoves it in her own mouth. That’d be the only one to fully hide what she’s holding. She refrains, obviously, but not because it’d be so crazy to do that, but because she thinks that the not yet dried glue might cause her digestive problems.
“It’s nothing,” Yatta says, face reddening as she tries to hide the doll. Scraps is unfortunately pretty quick (she is a cat) and snatches the doll right out of Yatta’s hands. She lifts it up to get a better view of and lets out a gasp.
“Did you make this?” She asks, dodging Yatta’s many attempts to get the doll back, “it’s so cute! I love the use of confetti as clothes and the party streamers as the hair!” She twirls away from Yatta, who is still trying to get this fuckass doll back, mind you, and continues her commentary. “I would’ve used hot glue just to make sure the arms stay where I want them, but nothing’s wrong with using Elmer’s glue! The use of color is so pretty.” She stops moving and Yatta falls into her, not expecting her to stop moving, and the two tumble to the ground. Here is where Yatta takes advantage of the opportunity and takes the doll back from Scraps… who… she’s on top of… and rather close to…
Yatta’s face burns red as she scrambles off of Scraps, apologies for knocking her over leaving her mouth like it’s vomit. Scraps sits up just fine, a content smile on her face.
“It’s no worry,” she says genuinely, “but what’s with the doll? Did you actually make it? You never answered me.” Yatta wants to say that Scraps didn’t give her a chance, but bites back the retort.
“Yeah, well, I tried to,” she admits sheepishly. She looks down at the doll, who is just a bit crushed now because of the fall. God, she was so embarrassed. “It’s not very good.”
“I think it looks great!” Scraps exclaims and Yatta knows that she’s lying. “Is the doll of someone or just something you made up?” See, if the doll was actually good, Scraps would’ve been able to tell that the doll was supposed to be of her. Since she can’t, clearly, it’s fucking ugly and awful and bad and stupid and—
Scraps takes the doll from Yatta again, but she does it much more gently this time. Yatta looks at Scraps, albeit probably pathetically, and lets out a sigh. “It was supposed to be a present for you,” Yatta admits, avoiding Scraps’ gaze. She turns her head away. “I wanted to make you a little gift. I dunno. It’s stupid and it didn’t come out right. I didn’t have a lot of pink confetti for your—”
“This is me?” Scraps asks and Yatta feels herself shrink.
“Supposed to be,” she mutters under her breath and attempts to hide her face.
Scraps is quiet, uncharacteristically so. It worries Yatta to the point she turns to face Scraps. The face Scraps had was so happy that Yatta feels like it was wasted on such a stupid doll. Scraps looks up from the doll and at Yatta, beaming so brightly that Yatta feels momentarily blinded. Who needs the sun when Scraps is here?
“I love it!” Scraps exclaims so happily. She pulls Yatta into an embrace that momentarily jars Yatta. The doll is actually so fucking ugly, but Scraps loves it? Did Dandy fuck up her revive too? Maybe in the eyes department? Yatta hugs Scraps back, though her hug is way more unsure than Scraps’ tight embrace. “I’ll make sure to treasure my mini me forever!” She pulls back and looks back at the doll, nodding. “Wait, I totally see it now. See, I thought it was supposed to be me, but the green feet confused me and I didn’t want to assume, because well, you know what they say about assume…”
Scraps rambles on and on about the things she liked about the doll, but Yatta couldn’t fully pay attention. Scraps was holding Yatta’s one hand with her free hand and it was enough to send her into a spiral. Seriously, did Dandy mix her ichor with pining loser? She really needed to know. Never in a million years would she think that she’d be this pathetic over someone and never in a million more did she imagine that the person she’d be this gaga for was thieving Scraps!
Yatta lets out another sigh, but this one more of relief than her earlier one of defeat. Scraps stops talking, looking at Yatta quizzically. “You okay?” She asks, giving Yatta’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Yatta pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say. She squeezes Scraps’ hand back, a small smile finding its way onto her face.
Nodding, she responds, “never better.”