alright, got two more quick scenes out. The first is a direct continuation of the above, and the second is what I would call the "discovery" scene. My current plan is to just write the scenes I think of first and then try to string them together later.
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A refreshing breeze rustled my fur and danced between my ears as I made my way to the bus stop. I was sure a weatherman somewhere was reporting about wind-chill factors, but to me it was just part of a nice day. The contrast between cool air and warm sun always made me feel snug. The bus arrived at the stop at the same time I did. I fished my pass from my bag and flashed it to the driver before boarding.
“Hi everyone!” I yipped happily before taking a seat. A few fellow commuters mumbled ‘hi’ back. Most didn’t even look up. It was natural, of course. There were only so many times you could share a bus ride with someone in a full body fox costume before it stopped registering. The regulars had stopped staring almost a year ago, and right now the only people who even noticed my presence were the young woman and her son seated across from me. The child looked at me with a huge eager grin that I was more than happy to return. His mother on the other hand was looking everyone but at me, as if trying to convince herself that she was not sharing a bus with someone in anything other than normal clothes. I chuckled, oh if only she knew. I wasn’t wearing a costume—I was the costume.
Yup, that’s right. I’m the costume. My eyes are plastic, my tail is plush, and my skin is some of the fluffiest cloth north of Niagara Falls. No one can tell just by looking at me, but I’m completely hollow inside. You can even store stuff! Whenever I go to movies I always sneak some snacks inside my foot. Laura doesn’t like it when I do that for some reason, but it’s her right I guess. I used to be human, but that was a while back. No idea what happened. Got some theories, but what use are they? All I know for sure is that I’m a giant fuzzy.
A pleasant stroking on my tail alerted me to the fact that the child was now sitting directly beside me. I murred happily and let him continue. Kids were something I had to be wary of on occasion, but I had enough experience to tell that the one next to me wasn’t a ‘puller’.
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*beep* *beep* *beep*
My arm shot out reflexively from under the covers and hit the alarm. Monday...right. I had been so wrapped up in my weekend activities that I forgot there was an actual world going on during the week. I slid out of bed and plodded downstairs. I needed some food to wake myself up. Last night had been pretty hectic. Fun, but hectic. I mentally grinned as I recalled the antics I had gotten up to in the club. Tiring too, for the life of me I couldn’t remember what I did with the costume once I got home. Better search for it after breakfast, the rental only lasted until tomorrow morning.
I opened the freezer and noticed that I wasn’t feeling much cold from the frigid air. My brain turned off autopilot and registered the fuzzy white handpaw currently holding a box of frozen waffles. Whoops! Guess I was so tired last night I forgot to take off the costume! I put two waffles in the toaster and returned the box to the freezer. Better take off the glove before going for syrup though—the bottle was sticky as glue and there was no way I’d get it all out. I took off the glove and reached for the syrup.
Eh?
I blinked. Then blinked again to make sure I was seeing things right. My hand wasn’t there. There was the sleeve of the costume and then...nothing but empty air. But I could still feel my hand. I tried wiggling my fingers and saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned and wiggled again. The disembodied glove I was holding followed the motions exactly. I squeezed the glove and felt a pressure in my hand as the hollow cloth contracted in my grip. I turned my handless arm towards my face and saw emptiness inside it. Cautiously, I returned the glove to the empty arm. It stayed in place, once again attached to my body. I raised a hand to my face and felt soft fuzz press against hard plastic—actually felt.
The toaster popped. I decided against having syrup.
