Nyanbonecrush - Hobbyist, Digital Artist | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Scrap Happy Rebels

“Errmmm…. Ugghhh…” Nyan finally woke up in a makeshift bed, his limbs covered in bolts of white cloth and bandages. His Armor was missing and he was in a light undershirt and cargo shorts that weren’t his although they were his size. An aloe was next to the bed from which he awoke was giving him a restoring drop of aloe dew, cleansing his burns. When he went to sit up, he grunted in pain. Looking at his body. His neck, hands, and legs all had burn wounds. He braved the pain and sat up. He felt a familiar chrome dome pressing up at his side. “Gravy,... mashed potatoes...and my, Zzz…. Peas…”