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I think you should start out because I don't know anything for a concept. XD

(Imma start it in a modern city setting)
It was a rather chilly, fall day in the city of [insert fake city name here]. Bubbles sat outside a cafe, waiting for his owner to come and get him - which he's been during for 2 days. He was beginning to realize that his owner abandoned him, but refused to accept it.
(sorry if it's a little depressing)

Milo: *walks toward the cafe* We can sit here!

Pompom: Ooh, is this the surprise you were talking about?

Milo: Yes, my darling!

*both sit at a table near bubbles*

Pompom glances over Milo's head, her fluffy feathers being ruffled by the chilly autumn breeze. She notices the blue dog and stares.

Milo: "What are you looking at?"

Pompom: "Shh,"

She continued to stare at the mysterious blue dog and then eventually looked away.

Bubbles flattened his ears against his head as he finally accepted that his owner wasn't coming back for him. Feeling quite defeated, he turns in the direction of Milo and Pompom's table and begans to pad away sadly.

Milo finally turns around and realized what Pompom was staring at. Frantically, Pompom got out of her seat and started waddling toward Bubbles, Milo following her lead.

"Wait up!" Pompom shouted.

Bubbles stops and looks over his shoulder to see Pompom and Milo waddling towards him. Turning around, he started to ask, "Who are you?"

Pompom stops to catch her breath. Another chilly breeze blows and ruffles her feathers again. The wind blows a leaf on Milo's head but he doesn't mind.

Pompom: *puffs* Hi, I'm Pompom. And this *puffs* is my special friend, *puffs* Milo. *puffs*

Milo: Yeah. And who are you? I've never seen you around before.

Just then, Floof and Gracie come out of the ice cream parlor across the street and manage to dodge the cars and meet with Pompom and Milo.

Floof sighed, looking at Milo. He hated Milo being with his sister.

Gracie held a tiny ice cream cone in her wing, shaking it and watching it wiggle and drip onto the concrete.

"My name is Bubbles," he hiccups out as a small, bubble-like balloon escapes his mouth. "My owner abandoned me here..."

"Sorry to hear that," Pompom said wearily.

"Yes, very." Milo agreed.

Gracie was eating her ice cream.
"No ice cream left behind!" She exclaimed with excitement.
Floof patted her head and whispered, "Grace Pearl Chicken. This isn't the time."

Pompom gave the two a dirty look as she tried to continue.

"You know," Pompom said, pausing in order to make sure she wouldn't be interrupted again. "Our mom left us one day. It was only for the best. It was an emergency. It was urgent that she left us with a foster mom. Once we were old enough our foster mom kicked us out of our coop and now we're here. We don't know if either one will come back again."

"Wow," Bubbles replied, shuffling his paws. "I never would have thought that you've been through."

*been through that."
[nothing like leaving words out]

{lol}
Milo's eyes widened with shock.
"Baby, really? I never knew that... you never told me!"

Pompom blushes with embarassment. "Sorry. I forget things easily..."

Floof just sat still and quiet. He hated Milo. Especially when Milo called Pompom "baby" or "darling" or "sweetie" or any vomitworthy names.

Gracie being the youngest and most (clueless?) out of the three, she was getting bored and turned the ice cream cone upside down to watch the ice cream melt and drip into a white, milky, vanilla-flavored puddle on the hard pavement. Floof had to escort her away from the conversation, while giving Milo a dirty look as he and Gracie walked and faded away into the fog surrounding them.

Milo was quiet for a second. He then stared into the cafe window and looked at the clock.
(/'s are thoughts)

/Hmm, five o' clock./ Milo thought. "Pom, should we be going now?"

Pompom looked at Milo, confused. "But... Bubbles..." she replied. "Darling, we can forget about him. If he's lost, he's lost

and that's that." Milo started sliding his feet away, holding Pompom's wing. Pompom jerked her wing out of Milo's grasp. "We're not leaving." she said sternly. (I hope I spelled that right) "We need to stay here with Bubbles. The poor thing is practically homeless!"

Milo stood in awe. He'd never heard such words come out of his girlchicken. He felt ashamed. "I... I..." he began. "You what? You are a heartless chicken? If that's what you're gonna say, then yes, yes you are." Pompom said. "I... I... I'm sorry..." Milo answered.

Pompom turned to Bubbles again. "Sorry. Excuse that outburst of mine." She said while smoothing down her head feathers.

Bubbles sat down, wrapping his tail over his paws. "If you must go, then go," he said, disappointment lacing his words. "I'll find somewhere to go."

Pompom sat near Bubbles. She whispered, "I'll stay." Milo went inside the cafe and ordered some chicken-friendly coffee. He stayed inside for a while.

Pompom sat next to Bubbles for a long time. Gracie was waddling quickly back to her, but no Floof. Gracie was crying. "Pommy! Pommy! Come! Now!" she screamed frantically. Pompom hesitantly left, but she signalled Bubbles to follow. Without telling Milo, she ran off into the fog.

Bubbles followed, quickly catching up with Pompom. /What could have happened?/ he thought, becaming worried over what may have happened.

Gracie waddled as fast as lightning to the problem. Pompom rushed behind her. There, they stood in shock.
Floof.

Pompom began to tear up. Gracie began to wail.
They looked at the scratches on Floof, small amounts blood trickling out onto the concrete.
"Pom...pom..." Floof said wearily.

Pompom waddled over to Floof and lay next to him. "Floof... what... what happened... to... you...?"

"Them..."
"Who's 'them'?"

"It was them..." Pompom paused. She was confused, but she had no time to waste. She couldn't be confused. Her brother was fading.

"W-who's them?" Bubbles stuttered, his eyes widening as he looked upon Floof's body. He stood like a statue as fear flooded him. "Are they going to c-come for us...?"

Pompom didn't know what to do. Should she get Milo from the cafe for help? Should she leave Milo behind and carry her brother away to the hospital? She was stuck, but she had to choose. "Gracie!" She said. "Get Milo from the cafe! We need him! I'll try and get big bubbie to the hospital! Run, Gracie! Run!" She grasped onto Floof. She attempted to pick him up, but he was too heavy. She ran as fast as she could while carrying her brother. Teardrop by teardrop, waddle by waddle, Pompom made it halfway to her destination, and Milo reunited with her at the nearest bus stop. From there, they continued.

A long, dark shadow appeared from behind them. "Well, well, well." It said. They didn't know who it was. Until...

Pompom turned her head around and saw...

"Jordan?!" Pompom said, her voice shaky with fear of losing her brother. "Heh heh." Jordan laughed, flipping a pocket knife.
"There's too much you haven't learned about me, hon."

Bubbles quickly padded closer to Pompom. "I can take Floof to the hospital if she tries to fight," he whispered, keeping his voice down to make sure only Pompom could hear him.

Pompom agreed to Bubbles' offer.

Jordan, still flipping the pocket knife, said, "Oh, little one. There's so much. No chicken like you could figure it out. Ahaha," Pompom began to get angry. She'd had enough with Jordan. From disliking hugs to causing the potential death of her brother, there was much to hate Jordan for. "Jordan, what is wrong with you!?" Milo asked, staring at the blood stains on the pocket knife. Jordan stopped flipping it and instead pointed the sharp end toward Milo. She began to slowly walk, grazing Milo's throat feathers with the knife. "Ahaha. Oh sweetheart, if only you knew." (Jordan crushes on Milo so ye) She put her wing on Milo's chest, then his forehead. She jerked her wing forward, knocking him down onto the pavement. "If only you knew." She repeated. As she continued to slide her wing against Milo, she was humming a tune. Sounded like heavy metal. Then something that sounded like a broadway showtune. Pompom got between the two, in order to stop the

nonsensical (is that a word?) event. She pushed Jordan aside and pulled Milo by the wing. "Let's get out of here before Floof is anywhere closer to being gone!"

Bubbles quickly created a string of bubbles that seemed to automatically connect. He then pulled Floof onto his back, securing him in place with the string of bubbles. "I'll be back!" he yelled as he jumped onto the bus about to leave. "I promise!"
The bus shut its doors and began to drive away.

(LOL sorry!! I was about to write a new part of the RP but I fell asleep while doing it. Oops... XD)

Pompom waved as she and Milo chased the bus. Wherever that bus was going, they were going. "You can't run from me!" Jordan yelled. Pompom and Milo zoomed through the sidewalks and streets of [insert fake city name here]. They ran like nobody's business. Jordan was chasing them, faster and faster. Milo stopped suddenly. "Go, go!!" He told Pompom. "But, honey you can't stay here!" Pompom said with a weak and tired voice. "I have to. Follow that bus! I'll catch up with you later!" Pompom followed what he had said. She had to get to Floof and Bubbles at the hospital before it was too late.

Milo stood still. He waited for Jordan to catch up. She stopped. "You're not going anywhere." Milo said sternly. "That's fine. As long as it's with..." Jordan paused. She took her pocket knife out again and pointed the sharp end toward Milo's throat and continued. "you,"

Milo felt uncomfortable, even while Jordan was batting her tiny eyelashes. Milo pushed Jordan to the ground. "There's only room for a

loving, caring, chicken in my heart. Unlike you."

Jordan stood up with her pocket knife and got into position to potentially slit Milo's throat. "Not so fast, sugar." She said. Milo pushed her away from him. He took the knife away from her and ran off with it. "Hey! Give that back!" Jordan called out. But Milo ignored her and ran.

Dodging street signs, cars, and people, Pompom raced to the hospital, following the bus. Then she managed to jump onto the bus and hang onto it. She unlatched the emergency door on the top of the bus and climbed in. She saw Bubbles sitting in it, and she walked over to his seat, Floof on his back, the blood now dried and scabbed over. "Hey, *puff* Bubbles... I'm *puff* back."

"You managed to catch up!" Bubbles said happily, noticing that she was alone. "Where's Milo?"

"Dealing *puff* with Jor... *puff* Jordan... *puff*" Pompom said. The bus stopped at the hospital. "All destinations to stop at {insert fake city name here} Wellness Center, we have arrived!" The bus driver called out. "That's us," Pompom said. "Get Floof and let's go!"

Bubbles made sure Floof was secured on his back and rushed out of the bus. /I hope we're not too late.../ he thought worriedly as he made his way into the hospital with Pompom.

-MEANWHILE-
Milo, pocket knife in wing, ran several blocks down and didn't stop. He reached a steep ramp on the sidewalk and tumbled down. Jordan wasn't too far behind him. She was running fast toward Milo. Once she reached him, she stopped short, snatched up her knife again, and ran. Milo dusted himself off, watched for cars, and speeded past Jordan, taking the knife once again. Then he finally reached the Hospital. Jordan fell down on the hard pavement. Milo didn't care, he ran inside the hospital and looked around. "Pompom!" He said once he found her. He scooped her up and gave her kisses. "Milo..." she said. "Milo stop. We need to focus on our main worry. Floof."
A hot puff of air came out of Floof's beak. His feathers were stiff from dried blood.
Pompom couldn't sit still. She had too little energy, yet so much worry crashing through her like a tsunami.

They were all called to the room. There were doctors and nurses everywhere. They quickly rolled Floof in a wheelchair to the

room. Gracie began to cry, and Pompom hugged her tight, followed by Milo. They were all so scared.

Bubbles joined in the hugging, placing his muzzle on top of Gracie's head and wrapping his tail around the trio. "Everything will be okay," he mumbled to Gracie, hoping to soothe the young chicken.

A nurse placed Floof on top of a table. Pompom jumped out of her seat to see what was going on. Once the nurse left the room, she climbed to the top and sat next to Floof. As she sat, the air conditioner was blowing off some of her loose feathers. She held one and then found a loose Floof feather and held that too. She then found another loose feather, this time being Gracie's. She then braided the three feathers together. She put it in front of Floof and said, "Family... sticks together..." Gracie took a small clump of Bubbles' fur and tangled it into a ball and gave it to Pompom to put in front of Floof. "And... friends are good!" Gracie said, jumping happily.

Bubbles grinned before hiccupping out a bubble. "I'm glad I met you all," he said, looking at his paws. "Even if it may not have been in the best way."

"We're glad we met you too, Bubbles. Without you, I don't think Floof would even have a chance at survival."

It was getting late. The nurse gestured the group out of the room, but Gracie started to cry. She couldn't go! She couldn't leave her big bubbie! The nurse gave in and suggested bringing in cots so they could sleep in Floof's hospital room. Everyone agreed to the idea.

The nurse brought in the cots. Milo and Pompom had one cot, and Gracie and Bubbles had the other.
Pompom gave Milo a little kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Thanks for everything, sweetie." She looked over to Bubbles and whispered, "Bubbles... thank you. For everything. It's been hard, but you've really helped." Gracie got up and switched off the lights in the hospital room.

Bubbles gives a slight nod as Gracie turns the light off. He lies down on the cot and falls into a deep sleep.

Pompom woke up in the middle of the night, drowsy. She noticed a small note on Floof's table next to him.

She read:
HR3O4

/Huh?/ She thought. What could this mean? /I'll figure it out later.../ She laid back down on her cot and got comfy. Curious thoughts swirled in her head but she managed to ignore them and fall back to sleep.
The next morning when everyone was awake except for weak Floof, Pompom showed the note to everyone.
Milo thought for a second.
"HR? What could that mean?"

"It looks like an acronym for something, and looks like it's the three hundred and forth thing of it." Pompom replied.
Milo figured it out. "Hospital Room maybe?" Pompom looked at him and said, "Possibly!"

"But it's not our hospital room, so whose is it?"
Pompom stepped outside to check their hospital room number.

HR298.

"If it is a hospital room, then it should be close by," Bubbles chimed in. "We could look and see what's there. Or who's."
Bubbled spoke clearly, adding the words "or who's" quietly.

Pompom looked outside of the hospital room. She went back inside and gave Floof a hug and told everyone to go with her. "We need to take the elevator," she said. "The 3OO's are on the next floor." Everyone squished themselves into the elevator and rode to the third floor. When they got off the elevator and onto the third floor, Pompom looked around, curious. "HR3OI..." she said. She looked at the next room. "HR Three Zero Two, HR Three Zero Three, HR Three Zero Four. We're here!"

The door of HRThreeZeroFour was dirtier than the other hospital rooms. Small brown bugs were crawling around across the door frame. "Um, I don't think we should be here," said Milo.

"We have to investigate," Bubbles said, trembling slightly as he looked upon the door. "We just have to."

Pompom carefully turned the doorknob and opened the door cautiously. Inside it was empty. No counter. No table. Not even a doctor's stool. Just graffiti on the walls and a lightbulb attached to a black wire hanging from the ceiling. The white paint was chipped, and a foul odor haunted the room. "Woah..." Milo said. "Yucky!" said a disgusted Gracie. Pompom walked inside, holding her beak so she couldn't smell the putrid scent. Inside, she saw another scrap of paper and read,

"Dear Reader,
If you've found this, congratulations. You are in the most awful and most dangerous part of this hospital. I suggest you get out ASAP before anything bad happens. You're in trustworthy hands. Make sure to wash your hands once you leave. Stuff decays around here. It's best to be safe. This used to be a surgery room until... well... something happened. I'd tell you, but I can't. If you were a witness then you'd know, but I must keep it under the covers. Sorry for the inconvenience. But seriously,

get out.
-Dr. F.M
Surgeon of the year, 2OO3"

"We should get out," Milo suggested. "The person who wrote that said it's the best idea. Once we do, then we can figure this out.

(Sorry that I've been inactive with the roleplay. I've been a little busy as of late. And tomorrow I have school so I can't reply when I'd like to.)

"But, what about Floof?" Bubbles chimed in, taking a step forward. "I don't like he's ready to leave."

"We won't leave him behind," said Milo. "We just need to get off of this floor." They stepped out of the room and shut the door. They then headed back down the elevator into their hospital room.

Floof was sitting up. "Oh... hey guys, are... are you alright?" he said wearily. "F-Floof? Gah! You're okay!" Pompom said as she squeezed her brother tight. "No... please... please stop. They... gave me... stitches while you were gone... I don't want... them... to come loose..." "Sorry!" Pompom said basfully.
Gracie stared near Floof's ultra-fluffy feathered feet. "Wat's tat?" she said. "Huh?" Milo said as he looked at the object. "Another note?" Another scrap of paper was on the table. Milo picked it up and read,

"Dear Reader,

Heh heh, I knew someone would eventually have the guts to look in that room. Good job, champ(s). You did well. Thanks for visiting. Hope 'Floof', (was it?) gets better. He's in good hands.

-Dr. F.M
Surgeon of the year, 2OO3"

"Again? Who's this F.M character?"

Pompom asked with extreme curiosity flooding her.