Work Text:
Michelle has seen terrible things. Cruelty is the only constant in the worlds she has gone through. She’s currently sitting at a campfire with a pair of idiots.
“I can’t believe I spent so long training those gays and they all just died like that.” Stacy complains.
“You should believe it, they were all dumb fucks.” Straightrick replies.
“Still, it kinda sucks that that Jessy lady cut them in half like that.”.
The fire crackles. They're roasting rats on sticks in lieu of actually decent food. Life is hard when you’re in a warzone.
“Be quiet you two, if someone hears us we’re gonna die.” Michelle chides.
The two kids share a look, then go back to concentrating on their soon-to-be dinners.
Michelle bites into her rat. It’s shockingly not disgusting. She chews the tough meat blankly and hears the crunch of her companions biting into their rats.
“Wow,” Stacy monotones “it’s like eating Charlie.”.
“It’s better I’d say.” Straightrick drawls “At least this one’s in one piece.”.
Both laugh uproariously.
Michelle curses her fortunes.