Whimsical Randomness

Bad Batch Ending Oneshot

Sitting beside the family's dog, the larger Clone reaches out, and gently strokes the hound's neck.

Batcher falls flat in his hand, as a satisfied grunt pairs with a smile forming with her scaley face.

"Who's a good girl, you are Batcher!" Wrecker exclaims, as he continues to coo at her.

Beside him, Crosshair rolls his eyes, "Don't give her any ideas."

"What do you mean...?" Wrecker asks, with a brow raised.

"That hound crushed me, expecting more attention from me."

Wrecker shakes his head, "This hound, deserves all the attention and love."

Looking up, Wrecker watches Hunter come in view, with a struggling Omega, as she lugs a woven basket filled with fresh fish.

"At least help us," Hunter replies, as he tosses another bag to the ground. 

A few fresh fruit roll into view, with a woven masterpiece, somehow glittering in the sun.

"Look at what we got for Batcher!" Omega announces, as she runs to the collar, as she shoves the basket to Hunter.

Her small hands slips the brightly colored item around Batcher's large head, with a little wooden tag quoting, 

'Batcher

Return to local Clones'

"That looks nice," Crosshair comments, as he crosses his arms.

Nearly everyone looks up, "Whoa-ho! Did everybody hear that?" Wrecker chuckles, with a lightness swelling in his chest.

Hunter finally looks to them both, "Did you just say something nice?"

Omega covers her mouth, unable to contain her joy, "Yes he did! Hunter!"

~

Gently Hunter rubs the hound's chin, "It is a good choice."

Omega gleams, as she kneels beside him. Suddenly, Batcher leaps to her chest, licking her face with a well known passion.

"Thank you for your help, Hunter," in that moment, she looks around, to see Crosshair complaining to Wrecker about his stench.

"You know if you actually cleaned your clothes, or gear, or even your bunk. You wouldn't be disgusting," Crosshair snaps at Wrecker.

"Hey, hey, Wrecker," Hunter gently places a hand on his shoulder. "I know it has been a rough few days, with it being around," he gulps, "that."

Hearing this, Crosshair slinks back, "Not right now."

"I know, it is rough," Hunter begins.

Yet Wrecker continues with, "We have each other, as Omega has said hundreds of times."

The girl sighs, releasing tension, "I greatly miss him as well," she finds herself wandering to Hunter's side, and leans in for a warm embrace.

Suddenly, as expected, strong arms squeeze them all, as Wrecker sighs, "Sharpshooter, come here," he gestures with a simple wave.

Crosshair glances away, with a slight look of disgust written across his face, "Fine."

Closing his eyes, he feels a wave of relief, flooding past his thoughts of not belonging, of being abandoned.

The loyal hound leans against the man, and licks his hand, "It will be alright, as long as we have each other." He reminds himself.

~

This is where they belong, as I would know that.

Yet, I am here, a mere whisper in the cosmic force, longing to be with them, and the rest of my comrades.

Yet, home is a place where you belong, a place where the world is not as scary, and there is comfort surrounding you. It is a place where unconditional love is felt, and where you can free from the darkness that always looms near by.

~

To the sweetest of dogs, we will miss you little Clem.

~Stay Kawaii <3

~FantasyRainbow8