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tounderstandthesoul · 4 months ago

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Chapter 11: Idle Transfiguration

After the unbelievably bad things that have happened, there is now a light at the end of the tunnel. Hoppy and Kickin have searched for you and found you. Why is clear, but is it true? 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭. (At the same time, a little romance between you and DogDay) It's time to prove your abilities, don't you think?

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I'm B-B-B-B-Back (Stuttering like you, Y/N) Yes, a new chapter... 𝘐𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘄𝗼𝘄. This chapter is written in the YOU-perspective like the last one of my newest story (Rat and Cat Show). As I said in a answer-comment I will adapt it. Depending on situations and events I will decide. In this chapter there is also an explanation of your ability: Idle Transfiguration. It grants you the ability to reshape souls. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗱𝘆... 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹, that means you can heal people, that you are the perfect person, in a team the Smilling Critters seem to have understood that too. Have fun reading! wc: 5.8k

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"What?"

You can't get another word out. Not when your throat feels like you're going to puke at the next one, plus the constant taste of blood. However, your whole body feels like this, pain and more pain...but you're already used to it.

They stand in front of you, right next to each other, Kickinchicken and Hoppy Hopscotch. You're still bent against the wall, legs against your chest and about to fall asleep. The blood-smeared face that makes you look like a murderer, the hoodie that is literally soaked in blood at the same time, and your hair that finds a place in front of your eyes to cover the emptiness that fills you.

Do you want to get up? No, not a bit. No matter how you look at the situation, they don't deserve your trust. You freed them, gave them life, and even saved them from the Minicritters with your ability. But Kickin beat you up in front of everyone and nobody tried to help you.

But...DogDay wanted to help you. She didn't look at your stitches like the rest, but into your face, deep into your eyes as if she saw something other than scum.

"DogDay needs your help, she's gotten injured. Will you help us?"

What did the Smilling Critters do without you? Have they encountered any other experiments? How much do they know?

You take your arms off your knees and stand up, slowly and surely. Pain runs through your whole body, and for a moment you want to give up, just sit here until you rot miserably. But DogDay... She needs your help.. . She needs you. And you need her.

You stand , somehow. You would love to let yourself fall straight back down, back to the ground, alone and without any hope , as it has always been. But you manage to stay on your feet, in this dark room among the figures of the Smilling Critters. Hoppy and Kickin look at each other briefly and start whispering:

"Hey, shouldn't we...maybe help him walk or-

"Better leave it, he certainly doesn't want any help from you"

With that, Hoppy turns and walks in the direction of the stairs. Kickin looks at you again, with pity in his eyes, after all, he did this to you. You notice that he is also wearing clothes now. A denim jacket and red pants that only go down to his knees, with his yellow puffy fur sticking out underneath. You pay no further attention and take a step forward, almost falling down. However, Kickin is already close behind Hoppy and they are already up the stairs.

Why don't they wait for me?

The stairs are unbelievably dirty and as you walk up, it's the only thing you pay attention to. And when you get to the top, it doesn't get any better. They're not waiting for you again and are already a few meters away from you on the meadow. The moment your foot hits the artificial grass of Playcare, Hoppy's left ear twitches, she's not even turned towards you, but she runs straight off with Kickin at her side. You hobble after her, concentrating less on your legs and more on where they are taking you .

They walk in front of you and do not turn back towards you.

I could...I could just...

You walk past a few tables with chairs, now walk on the stone floor and past a few bushes. Then you will see the stone stairs that will lead you to what appears to be your destination:

Home Sweet Home

Kickin and Hoppy stop at the door, turn back briefly and look at you. You've already made it all the way up the stairs and are waiting a few steps behind them at a table under an umbrella next to some small backpacks, afraid to get too close and risk anything. You turn back to the door, specifically to the power box that stood next to it with the large inscription "DANGER". You can hear them talking, not as quietly as in the room under the statues, but just as you manage to breathe a little more calmly you can make out what they are saying.

"But Bubba said-

"Just press!"

Kickin swings his arm through the air and presses something on the power box. Now it's silent, the cool air passing every exposed skin on your body as you just pray that the silence will be broken.

Beeeeep

The doors open with a bang, they fly so far backwards that they slam into the wall behind them. Hoppy and Kickin don't seem to care, while you flinch at the loud bang.

Hoppy immediately strides forward, while Kickin turns back to you once. You have already gone out from under the umbrella and are standing in front of the porch of the house. Your eyes are fixed on the yellow chicken in front of you, standing straight and wide in front of the door and smiling at you. He pulls one side of his lip up a little, showing his sharp teeth. He suddenly mumbles something to himself and immediately strides after Hoppy while you are still standing outside.

You may not have understood it correctly, but maybe it was the word " sorry "

And now you are entering Home Sweet Home.

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"How many do we have for this month?"

It was a dark office, far away from Playcare and the experiments being conducted on the lower floors. Slowly, the other person turns from the other side of the table to the scientist. Still holding a pager device, she barely seems to be listening to the scientist, but answers relatively quickly.

"3 of them. All from Playcare and physically completely healthy."

"Three? That's more than double as usual, what happened down there?"

"Didn't you hear?" With that, the tall woman appeared from the darkness behind the desk. She had long brown hair, wore a black suit, and the grin of the devil. "One of Sawyer's experiments seems to be something really special"

"Boy or girl?"

"A boy, small and physically and mentally weak"

"He's... something special ?"

The woman stands up, straightens up and looks down at the scientist. She doesn't look him in the eye, but rather at the left pocket of his lab coat. Something bulges, a small electronic device with a green display that shows all the important employees of Playtime Co Connected.

"Put the pager down, only if you want to know what makes it so special"

The message behind her statement was clear: What I tell you now is top secret, if you are intercepted on the pager, you are the next experiment.

At that moment, a thousand thoughts ran through the scientist's head.

Is this boy really that special? I'm one of the scientists here, why is everyone keeping it from us? Could it be... that this boy plays some big role that has something to do with Elliot Ludwig?

The scientist's eyes fall on the woman in front of him, she moves very slowly above him. She reaches into the pocket of her expensive jacket, which until now had been hanging over her luxurious office chair. Takes out a square shaped packet and opens it, the gold and red colors stood out in the dark office space and he wondered what she was doing. Until he heard a click.

"You know, I admire you William."

Puff.

"You really are one of the best scientists we have up here."

Puff.

"So listen carefully now and don't tell anyone else."

She suddenly holds the cigarette out to him, but he just shakes his head.

"Excuse me, I don't smoke."

"It's also better this way William, healthy people are always used first"

Is she threatening him? No, never, not in this situation.

"The boy's name is Y/N, and he's been experimented on for a while."

"By experimenting, you mean-

"He was cut into pieces, left without food for two months and" Now the corners of her mouth rise slowly, as if she is smiling into the depths of hell. "Has already been looked at, if you know what I mean."

William knew what she meant, it wouldn't be the first time one of the experiments had been considered sexual. There was already a case where two experiments were supposed to reproduce... ended in a mangled corpse and an experiment that was shot by Harley Sawyer himself.

When she speaks, it's hard to imagine that she'll be the one who goes missing next.

"And..." He hardly dared to ask. After all, any question, no matter how carefully he asked it, could lead to his death. Especially since this relationship here between him and the head of accounting is purely business , it's dangerous, and every word he says could make him the next person on a long blacklist. "What kind of Abilities does this...Y/N have?"

"Hm, only one thing has been discovered so far." She holds the cigarette in front of her mouth as if she's going to read him something that requires as much oxygen as possible in her lungs. "The Doctor calls it a Divine Gift, a bit of an exaggeration if you ask me."

The scientist, William, almost burst with curiosity. The " doctor " as they all call him, Harley Sawyer, had never spoken of an experiment in the way she was suggesting here. It was always just "We have to get as much profit out of them as possible" or "Never mind, as long as it breathes".

"He calls it Idle Transfiguration. Y/N Has, according to Sawyer, the ability to see other people's souls."

"The S-souls?"

"Exactly, the souls of people. That much is already clear, but Sawyer relies on the boy being able to do even more ." She pauses for a moment, takes a deep breath, looks the scientist in the eye and continues . "He can not only see them William, he can change their shape"

Changing the shape of the soul? How is that supposed to work? Do we humans even have a soul? Has this been scientifically proven?

William's thoughts are a pile of letters strung together, nothing makes sense anymore.

"But that is exactly the great gift." With that, she had his attention again, like a small dog looking up at its master. "If you change the shape of the soul, then-

"Can it also change the body!"

William interrupted her just as she was about to say something important. He immediately became quiet, not because of the look she gave him, but because his brain was catching fire.

Such a discovery would prove the thesis that we humans have souls! And only one boy can do that! And the result of the ability to change the soul is the body! You could heal so many people with that...

"How... How did it come to this? What makes it different from the other test objects?" William got louder, more excited, he didn't understand. A boy, just a kid from Playcare, supposedly managed to reach such a level.

"What can I say? Some experiences are so big they change your DNA"

"This is a discovery that will change everything! The shape of the body is dependent on the shape of the soul so it can heal incurable diseases! He is a

"Angel?"

"YES! The boy has a gift that no one-

"Do you see that Willaim?"

She interrupted him in the middle of his astonishment at the seemingly supernatural powers this little child was displaying.

"W-What?...."

He forced his eyes towards her, she looked behind him in the direction of a window.

He looked out of the window, mentally completely absent due to the "Angel" experiment...Y/N.

"How strange it is to be anything at all, Right William?"

[The Snow has fallen once again]

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You were there, you, Hoppy and Kickin. Even though they were both still walking in front of you, you could see the room now. It was the common room of Home Sweet Home, where all the children slept and played. The wooden floor that squeaked with every step, the same blue mattresses on every bed and of course the beds that were in every combination.

You were still standing at the large open wooden door that separated the huge room from the many corridors.

The Smilling Critters were all in there and you were still standing here. Should you have gone straight in with Kickin and Hoppy? Should you just crawl back in now that you still have the chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice you were able to share with Bubba.

"It took you a long time"

You look into the room, carefully behind the edge of the door.

"Oh man no thing, he was where the phone said"

Telephone?

They all stand in a circle around a bed that was in the middle.

"So that means we can trust her completely now?"

"We were already able to do that before

"Don't start that again now!"

You move your head further into view, you want to see what they are doing and what they are even talking about.

Bubba was standing next to one of the beds, a notebook in his hand and his trunk in the air, facing Kickin and Hoppy. Crafty was sitting in the bed where he was standing, coloring madly on a page, her arms going from side to side. Bobby was standing next to Picky, leaning over this bed they were all around, with Picky just standing next to it, nibbling on an apple. Kickin and Hoppy were blocking your view of the tall person standing further from the bed in the center than anything else.

And then there was...DogDay

I thought...I thought she was...

You try to convince yourself otherwise, but the truth is obvious.

You lied to me.

Why?

WHY?

I've done everything I can to gain your trust... I just don't want to be alone anymore...

Your body moves automatically. You take deep breaths even when your broken ribs threaten to impale your lungs, even when it feels like the blood is dripping from your hoodie onto the floor and staining it red beneath you.

"Hoppy"

Eight heads turn to you at once, different eyes boring into your mind as you stand before them all. Looks of pity, fear and confusion hit you at the same time, but you don't care. The pain is unbearable, but you do your best not to fall over right now.

"Y-You" Your throat burns, you are thirsty, you are hungry and you have incredible pain. "you lied to me"

You stand in the darkness while all critters stand in the light of the Big Room.

All kinds of looks that just hit you turned into one: confusion. DogDay was healthy, no, she was healthier than anyone in this room. She stood tall, with a grin on her face and a wiggle in her tail. You stand just a few feet away from the group, you don't belong, not to this motley group. But when you blink, DogDay is suddenly in front of you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" The Heavenly Voice of DogDay meets your wounded, literally deaf ears. She stands right beside you at your side as she puts an arm on your right hip, supporting you as you stand. "I'm sorry..."

You remember what happened outside... On the Playcare lawn. The beatings you got from Kickin, the pain... What you did to the minicritters afterwards.

And then there was... The one in the meadow with DogDay. When she was on top of you... You just can't forget that.

"I was... I was worried"

What, about me? If only you knew. I only survived every second alone in this hell because I thought of you...your grin...your kind...

You've gotten so caught up in your thoughts that you've already forgotten why you were here. You've even forgotten that Hoppy lied to you... Even the pain. DogDay really is a miracle, maybe she is the "angel" and not you.

You forgot that you were only a few steps away from the other critters. And then comes the whispering...

"Dude, do you think... Well, look at him"

"Kickin, stop talking, you beat him up"

"And what about Sophie?"

"Yes, that's why he's here now, isn't it?"

"And you kept it from him?"

"It was a Necessity lie, you should have seen him down there."

With that, the eyes went back to you and DogDay. You didn't move a meter away from Point, but you were still the only ones in the center of the room. But when the eyes saw you from close by...

"Holy shit... Is that blood?"

"He looks like a serial killer"

"Hoppy!"

"She's right!"

To be honest, the reactions were justified. You know how you look right now. It's as if you've bathed in blood, the hoodie is already sticking to your neck and it's getting incredibly uncomfortable.

"Hey Angel..." The voice that pulls you out of your thoughts is DogDay. Now that you see her standing right next to you, with one arm at your side, you see it. She was wearing clothes, a sweater in a bright orange, in the middle was a large sun and the rest of the area was a gradient that slowly turned yellow. She also wore pajama pants in a slightly darker shade than her sweater. "Do you want to clean yourself up first? There are showers here and-

"He shouldn't shower before he helps her-

"Kickin" It was Bubba who interrupted him now. With a slow sweep, your eyes go in his direction. Your heart almost drops when you see his clothes... a white lab coat. Your hands suddenly feel so sweaty, while the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You feel like you're in the Caverns, on the verge of collapse.

"It's all good...my angel" DogDay moved even closer than before. She stood right behind you and spoke down so that the air of her speaking reached the top of your ear easily. Your face becomes warm, much warmer and redder than it usually was. Not only that, your whole body suddenly feels so warm, was it because of DogDay? Was it one of those situations you once saw in those picture books at school?

Do you like DogDay this way?

"So... Shall we finally talk about the elephant in the room?" Kickin interrupts the silence, adjusts his denim jacket and sits down on one of the beds next to Bobby.

Does he mean Bubba?

"Can't you use another example Kickin?" Bubba throws into the big room, turns to you and puts the book in the right pocket of your coat. You've completely forgotten that you're still carrying your own pocket on your shoulder, but you can't feel your shoulder anyway.

"Y/N, you saved us from the "MiniCritters". That is a fact. But more importantly, how? You stretched out your arms to us and saved everyone, I was really interested in that, you know?"

I don't understand, what are you getting at?

"And then, when we were in that...kitchen," Bubba shifts her head to Picky as he paused to speak until she made a sound into an apple. With a quiet "Sorry" she slips it back into the back of her hand and looked at Bobby. "You've made yourself Taller, More Adult than you are right now at least"

He starts to walk slowly towards you.

The footsteps, the lab coat floating in the air...you panic. That's exactly how it was whenever one of the scientists came in to see you, they all walked so slowly and enjoyed the slow suffering. Will you ever be able to forget that?

"You can shape your body any way you like, that much I know. But can you also shape those of others?"

"I-I don't...know" You still haven't had a drink, and slowly taste the blood again. The stuttering is disturbing and makes your teeth tremble slightly. Bubba is now standing right in front of you and it scares you. The white coat, that look and the fact that he trusts you when you've never healed anyone before.

I just say I can't form anyone else - maybe then I'll get something to eat.

"Actually, that was a rhetorical question, we know that you can also form souls, and so the bodies of others."

"Wh-What?"

What did he just say? How does he know that?

"That's exactly why you're here, I... We want to get our argument out of the way and..." You're no longer listening, you're concentrating on something else. DogDay, who was standing behind you, has pressed herself against your back, the fabrics of your clothes rubbing against each other as you get warmer and warmer. You also realize that she is standing behind you like a shield, she was bigger and physically stronger... She will protect you.

"How we know, it doesn't matter for now, we need you, really" with that Bubba turns away from you and towards a bed in the middle of what is now completely empty. The other critters do various things while your eyes go from one to the other and finally land on the bed.

A person is lying there.

It's the woman you were hiding from in the wagon.

Your body automatically moves slowly forward, away from DogDay, who was pressed against your back, towards the woman on the bed. The squeaking of the wood, the looks of the critters as you take slow steps and the stomach wrenching feeling that gets worse and worse.

She is injured.

Blood on her clothes, blood flowing from her right shoulder onto her clothes...And a missing right hand. You're not looking at the looks, the purple t-shirt is more important right now...It had CatNap on it.

CatNap

Your eyes wander to her face. Her eyes are half open, her eyelashes only allowing you to see a little of the green pupils that are focused on you. Sweat runs down her pale face, starting from her forehead and making its way down to her dry lips, reflecting even the slightest light in the room. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily.

Where is her hand? What the hell happened here? Does she have a fever? How does she know about my abilities? Who the hell is she? How did you know where I was?

Do you know what I have done?

But then you ask yourself:

Should I reshape her body according to her Soul?

"We know you can do this Y/N...Help us...Please"

Why should I? What have you brought me so far apart from suffering and misery?

I...I should never have freed you-

"Angel"

That's when you stop thinking. DogDay's voice was so warm, so sure... So perfect.

I'm sorry to think so DogDay

You are still looking at the woman in front of you... The employee of this horror who was dying. There was so much blood flowing from her severed wrist, she would surely die in a few hours. If you don't help.

You could do it. You would only have to touch her and shape her body like her soul. It was like a sixth sense, you can see the soul when you touch it, all the ones you've seen so far were different. They were all shaped like gemstones, when you touched a person the image was burned into your mind. It was as if there was a small table in front of you on which a sculpture was placed that you could shape and form as you wished.

The Shape of the Body will always depend on the Shape of the Soul

"Here"

Huh?

It wasn't DogDay standing next to you, it was Crafty. With her head facing the ground, she holds her arms out to you, her turquoise unicorn mane slowly moving out of the way of the horn. She had clothes on too. A much too big white hoodie and gray pajama pants. Your gaze goes to her arms, she holds out a leaf to you. A drawing. Of the woman when she apparently still had her hand.

The drawing was detailed, without colors, but with shading in the most important places. The hand was even circled in red, as if you didn't know which part of the body was missing. Your eyes see another circle, slightly smaller than the one on the missing hand, but still there. On the right shoulder, from which blood was flowing.

You don't accept the drawing, turn back to the woman and take another step closer. Now you look right down at her, your own pain already pushed to the back of your mind. Hers are more important.

You slowly take your hand from your side, let it glide slowly and safely through the air and place it on her right shoulder. A little of the flowing blood hits your dry and pale palm, but it doesn't matter right now.

You can see her, her soul.

It looks the same as all the others... except mine. Her soul has sharp edges and looks like an emerald, that's all you needed to know. Her hand was big before, just bigger than yours, without scars. You also concentrate on resetting the deep cut on her shoulder. Slowly, out of the corner of your eye, you see her hand forming again, where before there was only the severed bone. The skin splashes out as if it were water, slowly forming fingers and nails.

"Dude... He really heals her"

"...Incredible"

"I have to make a note of that"

"Can I paint this after?"

"Be quiet, he needs to concentrate"

"DogDay, it was a really good idea to bring him here"

"And he will also stay here with us-

"Well, I'm a tough chicken! Nobody has to heal me-

"The Shape of the Body... will always depend on the Shape of the Soul."

You feel the glances you and the woman on the bed exchange. Somehow it feels good...to do something good for once.

"Im not healing, instead im reinforcing the shape of her soul."

The bone tissue bonds flesh-like with the skin that comes out from under them.

"I can do that...Touch Souls and reshape them."

You were done with that. She now had a "new" hand. It fitted exactly on the spot that had apparently been cut off or starved off.

How she lost her hand is still unknown to you.

"And now?"

"Let's wait until she wakes up"

"Ah yes, that's right"

"Yo' Kickin, let's explore the area further"

"Of course-

"Tell me, what don't you understand about this situation?" Oh oh, it seems like Bubba is a bit angry. He walks up to Hoppy and Kickin, unlike them he is bigger and probably stronger.

"We're in a dangerous place here, do you understand?" Silence dominates the room. You take a few steps back for safety, you don't know Bubba and have no idea how far he would go to make his point. "This isn't Critter Valley anymore!"

He was loud. Bloody loud. You can't hear well right now, but every word you say goes through your skull and reflects back.

Right, they're not from here.

They don't even want to be here.

They want to return to their world of sunshine and rainbows.

I wonder how this sun would feel on my skin.

Is there perhaps room for someone like me?

"So Erm...you can go now"

What?

"Hoppy!"

"I meant to the showers, Bobby!"

"Oh, ah sorry, I thought you meant it like...Well-

"Y/N"

"It would really be a great thing if you stayed here now." You turn abruptly to the right. It was Bubba. He's come closer to you, too close. "I apologize for the whole group, it'll be quicker. You'd really be a big help here, not just your Ability. Really, please join us."

You look around. Do they really want you there?

Hoppy and Kickin look away. Kickin puts his arms in front of his upper body, bares his teeth and holds up his beak. Hoppy just looks in his direction, but more at the ground. Bobby was standing a little further behind you, even though she had just said something, you barely noticed her. She was wearing clothes now too, but she stood out from the group. She was wearing a red dress, with the same color tone of her fur. Your eyes continue to wander and meet a blue couple staring at you, Crafty. She is sitting in one of the many beds, just watching.

Bubba looks at you with hope, after all, he was still waiting for your answer. You're getting a little nervous, you've just reformed a soul in front of everyone and your brain is only now really processing it.

"y-yes"

"Great! So, if you want... Down the corridor and the second door on the left" He walked away from you, looked at the floor and sat down in a bed. He immediately pulls out his notebook and starts writing furiously in it. I wonder if he's writing about you?

Down the corridor... Wait a minute, what does he mean?

"Angel..." You almost jumped, you were so scared. But with these big, soft and warm orange paws on your shoulder, you don't need to be afraid. You suddenly feel so warm again, even though your body was so icy cold a moment ago.

Maybe this woman knows exactly what this is.

I should ask her later when she wakes up.

"Bubba means the showers, there are some here in this building" The thought of showering down here makes you sick. Where all the children used to sleep, eat and live. But when you think about the showers and DogDay at the same time... You suddenly get even more nervous than before.

Perhaps showering will clear your head. You also have broken ribs and several other wounds that you need to heal or rather reshape.

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Your hoodie sticks to your body because of the blood. Before taking it off, you put the bag in front of the door and take a look inside, and you're in luck. There's no food inside, but a small plastic bottle of water. You unscrew the lid and drink it down in one gulp, the clean water washes away the taste of blood and the worry and it feels good.

The shower room was large. White tiles and 8 showers, some even separated by quartz-colored walls.

It's time to heal your wounds.

You don't need to touch yourself, you have permanent access to your own soul. It looks different from all the ones you have seen before. It was a cuboid, quite small but with a special feature. The sides were incredibly smooth, like no other soul ever.

As you peel off the clothes, you also see your naked body again. Your stomach looks quite bony, not only because of the broken ribs, but because you have always been very thin.

You concentrate briefly and shape your ribs according to your soul. Thin bones retract from your stomach and form the twelve pairs of ribs that make up your ribcage.

You take off your dirty, bloody pants and stand on the white surface of the shower room. A gentle turn of the metal wheel leads directly to cool water flowing down your body.

You look down as the blood from your body goes onto the beautiful white streams and colors them. Even after a few seconds, as the blood is washed away and flows down the silver finish. Traces remain on the Before White Tiles, which are now slightly red in color.

Your arms can be found in your hair, which is now hanging down in front of your eyes. Your grayish-blue hair has already grown, you'll probably have to cut it off later.

I hope DogDay can help me with my hair.

DogDay. DogDay. DogDay.

You've been thinking about her the whole time. When you were still in the shared bedroom. Where you stood in the dark and all the critters stood in the light.

DogDay was the only one who came to you, the only one who wanted you there.

The previously stomach-wrenching feeling disappeared. However, it was not filled with emptiness as usual.

Your stomach became warm, so warm that you could hardly feel the cold water flowing down your body.

It felt like you had butterflies in your stomach, warmth and nervousness.

What is that feeling?

You start to grin, nervous and trembling. You've never had this feeling before and it was kind of weird, it didn't feel bad... On the contrary, you liked it.

At the same time, your gaze goes to the bag that was still outside. Your legs move there automatically. Even though you were still naked, you don't mind. The water splashes from your body onto the floor and you squat down in front of the bag. The fabric-like material felt strange on your fingers after the shower, but you ignore it.

Looking into the darkness, into the emptiness of the bag... you quickly realize something.

Where is the notebook?

Shit

What have I written in there?

You go back into the shower room. You grab a towel, which occasionally lies on one of the quartz-colored walls, and wrap the underside of your body with it. That's how the others always did it back then, so it'll be the right thing to do.

"Hey Y/N"

You almost dropped the towel, thank God the door was just closed. It was DogDay's voice, the wonderful, warm and tender voice that drives you away.

"We're all about to go to bed, it really has been a long day today."

"If you want...there's still a free bed next to me. The blanket is really fluffy and warm, you can sleep there...So only if you want to."

Sleeping in a bed. A warm, fluffy bed.

In addition to DogDay.

The feeling in my stomach is back, as if it had never been gone.

"I'll...be right there"

"Great! See you soon then!"

Not even a second passes-

"Oh yes, I almost forgot"

You were startled, DogDay was loud. Even behind the closed door, it sounded like she was in the same room as you.

"The woman you healed, Sophie. She's safe and sound, you can talk to her now... You've done really well."

Being praised by DogDay only makes the feeling in your stomach stronger. It just felt good, damn good.

But you haven't forgotten that you would have killed yourself a few hours ago.

You're more likely to think of something you've heard somewhere...

A scientist said it to you, you're pretty sure.

(“ You've got to keep on living, no matter what...please believe me when I say, that there'll come a time when you'll be glad that you're alive ”)

#smilling critters #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #tw death #absolute insanity #memory loss #angst #human experimentation #bobby bearhug #kickinchicken #craftycorn #picky piggy #dogday #catnap

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