Twins of Trade
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Your names are ABNERI and MANTOS. You are NEWLY HATCHED GRUBS.
Like one genetic parent, you have PSYCHIC POWERS. Like the other, you like to make people FEEL GOOD. As PHYSICAL EMPATHS, you use these factors together. With one touch, you can TAKE AWAY PAIN or GRANT COMFORT.
However, being young as you are, you have no conscious control over your gifts.
>Escape!!

forevercrabby:

You move as quickly as possible and hurry until you’re in the area of the eggs. Your eyes scan the room, looking for them, and - oh shit - one’s already out! You hurry over to the remaining egg and the little grub that’s pawing at it, sitting down on the floor and set Rosabella on her feet, scooping up the little grub and tugging her (you think anyway) gently away from the other egg.

“There there now, he’ll come out when he’s ready - just like you did, baby…”

This is so amazing eeeeee!

“Come on now, chew on me if anything, hello baby…”

Just when you start to make progress, something picks you up and takes you away!

You’re still for a moment, then all at once you thrash around and unleash a spongeclot-shattering, “SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(Source: childrenofmercy)

>Escape!!

Once you get your bearings back, you find a way to pull your leg back in. Though it isn’t much brighter, it feels breezier as the cold air of the outside invades.

You shiver, but you don’t give up. Instead, you use all of your claws to attack the small hole, in time, making it a big hole, eventually big enough for you to crawl out of!

Leaving the deflated auburn sac behind, you skitter your way over to a honey-gold one, still very round. Inside you can feel another grub scared. Something must have bumped into him!

You start to paw at it, but it rolls away when you lean on it. Finally, you settle on digging your teeth into it and gnawing.

You feel one of your claws poke into the side of the leathery sac. But instead of ripping, it presses around your digit and it won’t give it back! You thrash around trying to take your arm back, and you soon feel yourself rolling, until you bang into something and stop very fast.

Your head is whirling and you feel very dizzy. You stop moving around while you try to calm down.

>Auburn: Squirm.

You’ve grown impatient with the smooth but tough blanket all around you, even if it is snuggly and warm inside.

You start to wiggle about and flail your little claws, pushing against the walls around you and trying to tear them.