I'M GIVING FARMER RAT A GUN

(To be specific a Lever Action Rifle (Winchester))

Oh yeah and CopperHusband drama

Oh and opening thing will be talked about later

We (finally) got back to the house, but, unfortunately there was the Janitor...again. Why'd he have to be backkkkk- I hate him.

As I fled to the shed (wow that rhymed), I spotted an object, a shiny one, I went over to it. Before yanking it up to me, observing it. I realised, it was a Lever Action Rifle! The Winchester one to be specific! Oh how I missed having a farming gun! I have one again now! Hell yeah! Can I shoot the Janitor? I want to.

Martyn: Heya Scott, what've you found?
Scott: Oh just a gun!
Martyn: I- uh- w- don't murder the rats Scott-
Scott: Why'd you think I have ammo?
Martyn: Because you are you-
Scott: True... I only have Rommi ammo Martyn, this is a Winchester.
Martyn: How- what- I'm not going to bother.
Scott: Good choice.

Martyn slowly backed away, I chuckled to myself, shaking my head.

I looked further beyond the gun, spot a package.

Scott: Oh how ironic! Ammo!

I jogged over to it, unloading some Ammo, five bullets actually. I gently pushed the loading cartage down and slid a bullet in, then another, and another and then the other two. Placing the other bullets into my inventory, I yanked the lever to see if the bullets were in place, they were. I checked if it was in safety mode which was just a red pin out the side if not...and blank if it 'twas it was indeed safe. I trotted over to the others, gun in hand. Tubbo was yelling at everyone, waving a knife around. Owen trying to calm him down...again. I undid safety mode, placing my claw on the trigger. Ready to shoot.

Scott: Tubbo I swear on my crops, if you don't drop that weapon, I will drop your head.

Tubbo's body spun to me, fear as soon as he seen the gun. The knife clattered to the ground.

Tubbo: OkAY knife down! KniFe is DowN-!

I lowered my gun, putting it back into safety mode, sighing.

Scott: Thank you Tubbo...
Tubbo: HAHAHHA JK KNIFE!

Tubbo reached for the knife, I undid the safety on the gun, I pushed the lever down and shot Tubbo while re-doing the hammer. It hit his shoulder and he dropped the weapon immediately, cowering back and onto the floor.

Scott: Tubbo you don't mess with a farmer and his GUN.

I chuckled lightly, muttering 'silly rat' to myself while putting another bullet back in and putting the gun on safety before storing it.

Owen: Okay-! Imma steal you reallll quick Scott-

Owen trotted over to me, grabbing my hand before dragging me away, I was puzzled. Immensely.

We reached a solitude area, Owen sighed before grabbing my shoulders tightly, I gazed into his eyes, almost glowing in the light.

Owen: What. The. Rattus Scott!
Scott: What?
Owen: You just shot Tubbo!
Scott: I know-
Owen: Why!? We could've reasonably got the knife back!
Scott: I-
Owen: Scott, I really need you to think on your actions there, that could've been dangerous!

Owen let go of me before running off.

I stood there, stunned...we just had such a great time...and were pretty good friends...and I messed it up...over a stupid gun and- and Tubbo being Tubbo! CHEESUS! I'M A DUMBFOUNDED BLIMING IDIOT! THATS ALL I AM! Just a stupid farmer rat...a no good rat. Especially since the pantry's always open...I'm not worth anything here...I'm just...a useless rat, a 'there rat' kind of rat. A stupid, no-good, crybaby, weak rat...who would care if I just disappeared? No one...because I'm worthless, a worthless piece of dirt, like the unplantable kind of dirt. I was an idiot, just an idiot.

It began raining, I trudged back out into the forest, the wolf packs howling around me, the mud squelched beneath my paws, I felt tears sting my eyes, I began running. To who knows where. I kept running, and running. Until I was exhausted. I sat down on a tree stump, looking out in front of me. A rocky beach lay there, the dark pebbles glimmering in the moonshine, and the waves crashing upon the shore gave a relaxing sound, as the sea twinkled and shone as the moon reached its peak. I sighed, remembering the time I shot Owen.

He probably remembers that...and probably still hates me.

I felt myself beginning to pass out, I let myself drift into the darkness, it was relaxing near the sea, the waves crashed on each other, and the sound of footsteps lightly traversing the muddy ground. Wait what? I listened closer, footsteps became more clearer, I moved from around my tree, spying Owen running to me.

I'm in so much trouble

I began panicking again, I slid down the trees based, the thoughts became overwhelming, the water dripping from my hair made it impossible to keep my eyes open, my hair cling to my face uncomfortably. I pulled at my hair, the thoughts in my head because voices, and said voices became louder...and louder...and louder. The overwhelmingly suicidal thoughts took over half of my body...the shore was perfect for death, sharp rocks I can stab myself with...the oceans waves that I can used to hit myself into the rocks, and the ocean, to drown in. I seen (not really) my vision go cloudy. As a blur of Owen dropped towards me, embracing me into a hug, I didn't hug back. I tried to clamber to the sea...or trying to get anything sharp to commit-

Owen viciously pulled me back, his paw gripped onto my chin. He snapped my head to his, before I could try to get anything deadly.

He kissed me, on the mouth, and mouth to mouth actual kiss, he separated pretty quickly though...

I felt myself go limp in his arms, my face fell. I snuggled closer to Owen, sniffing. My arms wrapped around his torso. He hugged me tighter.

Owen: I'm so sorry Scott...I didn't mean for this-
Scott: It- it's fine.
Owen: Really? I can make it up to you-
Scott: It's fine...

I smiled, he smiled back, I buried my neck into his. And light pecked it (AS IN KISSED I DID NOT BITE OWEN), Owen chuckled, I hugged him closer.

Maybe I do love him.