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Your Message: Smilies [get more]	[quote="knux400" pid='16836' dateline='1768326952'] Try and draw out your end of the conversation for as long as you can. If this guy's going to give you exactly two minutes, you've got to control as much of those two minutes as possible. Go on autopilot and ramble as much as you can, but don't agree to anything and avoid talking about personal subjects. Something like... "Um, hi. Thanks for the help with the medical bills. Life is going kind of fast for me right now, and I'm really not comfortable being a big media thing or whatever. I just need a week or so to sort some things out, maybe more. It's hard to say right now." Once your two minutes are up, don't say anything else and make a beeline directly to the car. [/quote]
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Posted by seppawku - Yesterday, 04:52 AM

okay! okay. this is manageable, now. that doctor seems trustworthy, got a lot of important info, and salem's alive. "thank you for the help, i know your company's doing a lot, but i'd like to stay out of the spotlight." something like that, i guess. he better stick to that two minutes.

Posted by knux400 - 01-13-2026, 05:55 PM

Try and draw out your end of the conversation for as long as you can. If this guy's going to give you exactly two minutes, you've got to control as much of those two minutes as possible. Go on autopilot and ramble as much as you can, but don't agree to anything and avoid talking about personal subjects. Something like... "Um, hi. Thanks for the help with the medical bills. Life is going kind of fast for me right now, and I'm really not comfortable being a big media thing or whatever. I just need a week or so to sort some things out, maybe more. It's hard to say right now." Once your two minutes are up, don't say anything else and make a beeline directly to the car.

Posted by Lilium Mortem - 01-13-2026, 03:42 PM

You didn't have any trouble opporating the remote to the TV so hands problem should be manageable. "I don't want to be a PR stunt, I don't want to be famous, I want to be independent and live my own life. I appreciate the help with medical bills, if I've been informed correctly, but I don't want to associate with your company further, I don't want to be the curiosity, the *mystery*, the *SPECTICAL*. I don't harbor any ill will, but please respect my wishes in this." That's corpo talk enough for the guy right? That doesn't sound weird and awkward right? Yeahhhhhhhh. Nailed it.

Posted by SHIVERS - 01-13-2026, 10:13 AM

Nothing drastic. Not yet. You're exhausted. And you need to relax. This is too much to deal with. You're a little scared to sleep, though. No matter how woozy you feel, no matter how hard it is to keep your eyes open. Just stay up, for now. Relax. You grab the remote. tv, then tvs a good distraction It defaults to a 24/7 weather channel. Okay, you are in Idyth, at least according to this. In Trinity, the biggest city in Sirocco and... maybe its capital? You've never been.  You don't know. You think it's in northwest Sirocco, so right in the heart of Idyth. You aren't sure. You want to check, but you have no phone; no nothing. If this isn't a dream, if you're in Idyth then there's a whole ocean between you and Salem. You can worry about that later. Looks like lots of rain. The simplistic music is grating on you. You switch the channel. Something about cars. Click. A sitcom. One your family used to watch. Click. The nature channel has some fishing show on. This isn't so bad. Something about the box of hooks makes you uncomfortable. You don't dwell on the feeling. Click. Click. Click. You flip through a few more,  starting to get to the end of available channels. You stop on a random channel. There's a show on about wildlife? Conservation or... something similar. You aren't really sure. They mention a few towns, some you recognize. It seems like this takes place around Mytt. You've never lived there, but you've been a few times. You grew up just east of there, just out of Idyth, before you moved to Eva Sierra in your 20s. You don't miss that place. But the outdoors - the animals, the landscapes - were one of the only good parts. You never got to see much of it, before. You were preoccupied at home. Somehow, it's  calming, seeing this now. You leave it on. But you aren't all that focused on it. Thoughts are starting to catch up with you. You shouldn't have been able to read the pamphlet right? If this were a dream, you likely wouldn't be able to. Isn't that a thing? Something you learned about? You don't remember enough of your own dreams to know if it's accurate, but you think it's a thing. If that's true, you shouldn't be able to watch TV, either. ...Right? Yet here you are. Doing that. And it seems coherent enough. You shift uncomfortably in the bed. Annoyed at the resulting squeak. Annoyed at the pain in your leg. This could be denial. But it's protective. You don't want to consider that possibility. That this  might be- You look at your paw. It's not yours, but it moves as you will it to. You don't know anything about flexins. You didn't, before this, anyway. You think  you saw one on TV one time. You thought it was some kid in a costume, or something like that. What god ever thought flexins were a good idea? If If they weren't a thing or if they were different you wouldn't have to be like this. Gods never did seem to make good decisions, though. There are plenty of other species with weird and awful problems to deal with. You remember learning about concepts when you saw them around more, after your move to Eva Sierra. You looked them up. The possibility of death by puberty, was something that stuck with you. Horrible. You don't know if this is worse or better. Concepts can eat. They have a motif - some weird body theme. They have to deal with that. But they can eat. They have normal lives, after that change. If you're a- If you're  this, then You've never been good at making friends. You can't talk to people to save your life. You aren't likeable. You aren't attractive. You aren't remotely interesting. You aren't even fun. Being whatever this is won't change that. If you had to talk a lot maybe it would work with just Salem? They talked a lot about support networks; lots of friends, community. If you started with just Salem and maybe made a friend or two, as you went on- If that would work, somehow, for this maybe it wouldn't be so bad... You You don't want to do that to her, though. Her having to deal with you more than she does already. You'd just drive her crazy,  if you had to talk to her more often. You probably wouldn't even stay friends. And then you would die from being a flexin who is alone. You don't want to think about any of that. What does all that matter right now, anyway? You don't even know if she's alive, and here you are wallowing about yourself. You bring your paws up, smacking them together against your cheeks, trying to regain your composure. The sound is humiliating. You're worried people in the hallway heard. Whatever. So, you need to be able to use these stupid paws better. Maybe thinking less is the trick? The pamphlet was easy to turn, but it felt... different. Like it was some specially-designed material. Probably made for flexins. It almost seemed to cling itself to your hands. So, not really proof of anything. You're too tired to practice right now, anyway. Later. You shift to the side and your tail pops up again, nearly smacking you in the face. You hurriedly shove it back away. You hate that thing. Axolotls tended to have large tails, but you're a hybrid; with a lot of other species. You never cared to look much into your family history regardless. Either way,  you've been spared having some big, useless appendage in the way until now. It sucks. You want very badly to chop it off and just seal the wound, after. You're in a hospital. It'd be easy. Nothing drastic, though. Thoughts come slower and slower, making less and less sense. A quiet pain pulses in your leg. Rest might be good. Maybe you'll wake up at home not a balloon. Your eyes open. The previous night fades into memory. You're in the hospital. You are a balloon. You groan audibly, annoyed even more at your high-pitched voice. phone You crane your squeaky neck to check the time. It's 7:54 AM. Almost time for the phone. You slept longer than you thought you would, but it still doesn't really feel like enough. You feel vaguely like shit. Probably because there's a hole in your leg. You draw your attention to the TV, which you left on last night. It's the news. "-Our top story today: Tech and media company Gradient is under investigation after footage released of a supposed flexin spawning at a New Year's celebration, in their branch  right here in Sirocco." Your face pales. Video is shown at a familiar party with familiar tables. A flexin pops into existence with audible fanfare stumbling on the stage. There's a rip in its leg. It speaks, and though the sound is muffled, you know exactly what it's saying. "........Sss... Sa... lem...?" The balloon dog collapses. You feel lightheaded. The man on stage seems dumbfounded. The footage cuts back to the newscaster. "Spawning a flexin without a permit is considered a serious crime in Idyth. Law enforcement and officials from the Idyth Construct Support Department are looking just who conducted the spawning ritual, as there were no obvious signs observed at the time. Our correspondents caught up with Wolf Wedmore; a spokesman for Gradient who happened to be on stage with the flexin when they were spawned." You peer above your paws, hardly able to look at the TV. A microphone is held up to the suited feline, standing outside a large building. "Of course, officials have the full cooperation of Gradient. Rest assured,  we want to know how this happened just as much as they do. But more than that:  This flexin, who was tragically spawned without a permit, won't be receiving the high level of support a permit grants. We at Gradient are stepping in on their behalf, though. As far as I'm concerned:  Even though they spawned with no official involvement from Gradient, they're an honorary part of the Gradient family. We'll make absolutely sure they get the help they need in this difficult and confusing time. Thank you." Back to the newsroom. "The flexin in question allegedly suffered a severe injury to their leg during spawning, and were quickly rushed to a local hospital here in Sirocco. They're expected to make a full recovery. Ted, back to you--" You sink back into the bed. Your view distorts. oh i am Fucked. i am so So fucked You're panting. One of your paws is by your muzzle. You feel no air coming out. You're not really breathing, just making sounds. i need to get the FUCK out of here NOW You catch your fake breath. wait but It's 8:02 AM. phone. phone first You reach for it. You ignore the pain in your leg, straining. You touch the edge of the phone base. No matter what you try, you can't grab it. come ON Even if you could, you probably can't dial it. i need to get out of this bed i can manage the leg have to You ready yourself to swing your legs off the bed. wait the IV-- A knock comes to your door. You flinch. The door opens. You try to still your panicked expression. It's hard. You finally turn your head to look, and find your view moving further downward than expected. A black flexin  in a thin, white coat and a purple button-up shirt stands beside your bed. They're holding a clipboard, which they're writing on as they observe you. They wield the pen like it's nothing. "Good morning. I'm Dr. Mernes. How are you feeling today?" You mimic swallowing on instinct. "...h-haha That's uh- I'm I'm here. ...um. Could you uh help me with the phone?" They glance up from their clipboard. "Why do you need the phone?" "There's just a person I need to call. ...She doesn't know I'm here, in the hospital and I just- She she might also be hurt, and and I just need to talk to her. That's all." " . . .  Let's get through this visit first, then I'll help you with the phone if you still need it. Is that alright?" You nod. "Good. First off, I know it hasn't been that long, but have you thought of a na--" "Bones. Bones is my name, and it- ...I go by Bones." "...and any thoughts on pronouns?" "It/its." "...Got it. So, Bones: What do you know about what happened to you; How you got here?" truth? should i tell them i- fuck it. if i try to lie right now ill implode i cant take this You take a breath. " . . .  ...I'm not a flexin." "...Okay. Can you tell me about-" "Like I know I am Right Now; this... is a flexin body, but... I wasn't one on new year's. Something... happened to me." " . . .  You're aware new year's eve was several days ago? It's January 4th." "...n... no. Didn't know that." "That's okay. Tell me what happened." Their pen scratches furiously along the clipboard. It's distracting. "Well... I don't know all of it, but... My friend called me out to- This was, um- I lived in- I live, in- near, um...  Union. In Delve. ...In Eva Sierra. ...and I was there on New Year's Eve." They glance up. "I... I know it sounds crazy, but-" "You can continue." "...okay. My friend called me downtown on New Year's. I hadn't... been doing well, so she brought me downtown. We um... ...well... We went up onto the roof of some warehouse there - to watch the fireworks. ...We stood up to watch, the roof caved in, we both fell. The last I saw her, she was on the floor of the warehouse, not moving. I... uh..." You stop yourself from breathing heavily. "...I fell into some kind of weird, shiny... container that was in there; or, maybe it was a big cage. I don't know. It looked like glass, but when I fell through the roof, it didn't quite break like glass. I... really don't know about it. But, when I fell, my leg got cut up pretty bad. Anyway, ...I know you aren't going to believe me, but something. Was in there." "'Something'?" "They were, like- I didn't get a great look, but they were... tall, and... curved, um... vertically, almost like a snake. They were taller than me - and I'm- I... Was, 6'3". They put a claw on my head and I couldn't move. Picked me up and moved me around like I didn't weigh anything at all, talked to me while I was bleeding out. ...I don't remember everything they said. Something about fate. It's... fuzzy, now, but- They... messed with me, did something to me. Next thing I remember is being on that stage, sort of then waking up here." They're writing something. You don't know what to do, or say. You're on auto-pilot. "How did you look before?" "I was, uh I mean I- I am a hybrid, of some kind, but mostly... an axolotl." "And you remember being that?" "...yeah? Like I remember growing up, and everything. I remember my parents, I remember school. ...my memory's always been kinda fuzzy but like like they're not... 'inherited', if that's what you're getting at. It feels real. Like Me." doesnt it? "...There's still a chance they could be inherited memories from the ones who spawned you. They can get jumbled up in the process and become confusing, especially to your sense of identity. Do you remember anything else? Any memories stick out as odd?" You think about that period of time between the warehouse and the stage. "...Nothing." "There is a chance this could be magic, then. Likely scrap magic;  though I've never heard of it being capable of this. The individual you encountered in the warehouse could have something to do with it, but that's really not my place to say. From my own expertise: Your situation is highly unusual. You seem to have a clear and concise sense of identity already; which isn't impossible, but is unlikely for a flexin to sort out this quickly. You spawned with a severe injury; which I'll need to take a look at here in a moment. And, this injury is explained by your story - events prior to your spawning. And, your morph isn't one I've ever seen before; and it isn't one fitting of the event you spawned at." "...My morph? Flexins have morphs?" "When flexins are spawned, they tend to take on physical characteristics that are representational of the event or environment they spawned at. Your patterns - from what I can see of them - don't evoke the party you were at at all, and your features - the wings, the halo, and that collar -  aren't themed after it, either--" "Sorry, my what?" They simply nod in your direction. You reach up. You tap something floating above your head, causing it to wiggle. You try to pull it down, but you can't grasp it. You check behind yourself; tiny wings are, in fact, there, both having a soft and almost fake downy texture to them. Lastly, around your neck; a collar, with rounded spikes. why would that thing put me in  in- "...Can I get these off? H-Help, please--" You're already searching for a latch on the collar. "... The wings and halo especially seem to be tied to your form. I wouldn't try to remove them; they're likely a part of your body. The collar, however, looks like it moves independently." You're still fumbling with it. You can't get a decent grip. "It still could be tied, but I could look for a way to release it. Lift your chin." You do so. You can feel them reaching around at it. SHNK. The doctor flinches back. "...What? What happened?" "...the spikes sharpened and extended themselves. It... definitely seems to be under some magic; likely cursed to prevent removal. A specialist may be able to help. Be careful with it in the meantime." You can hear the spikes retract themselves. You try not to wince. "It does seem like there's some magic at play here. Whether it explains the full extent of your spawning, I can't say, but... this does seem like it was done deliberately. I do need to ask plainly, though: Do you believe your form has been changed, altered, cursed or mutated?" "...yes?" "Then I can make a referral to a transformational recovery clinic. Your situation is uncommon, but similar things happen more often than you might think." "So, they can... fix this?" "At the very least, they'd likely have more answers for you." thats thats good news. i can- if- if this is rea- its probably real. but i can get it fixed i wont have to deal with this for long You breathe your first sigh of relief since this all started. You close your eyes, trying to savor it. "...How about we look at that leg, Bones?" "...mhm." Carefully, the doctor makes their way around to your right leg, lifting the blanket off of it. Examining the bandage. "...It looks like they didn't have medicated bandages available. Not ones that'd work for flexins, anyway. ...Have you been in pain?" "...yeah." "That's alright, I've got some here. This may sting, but try to stay still for me, okay?" The bandage is quickly undone. As soon as your leg is exposed, the surrounding air seems to filter in as your internal air filters out. It burns like salt in a wound. You wish you had teeth to clench. You close your eyes, pressing your paw as hard as you can into the bed. You can't help but whimper, annoyed that you've done so. "Almost done." You can feel them wrapping the new bandage around, but it feels like it's taking ages. You can feel yourself tearing up as the new bandage makes contact with the wound, but no tears fall. You can't make any real ones. The pain quickly begins to subside. "The good news is that it's looking great; almost completely sealed up. The bad news is that it's going to be weaker for a few more days, and you'll likely scar; you'll need someone to help change your bandage to keep the pain down. Don't try to do it yourself yet. Best not to test your coordination, and the medication may make you dizzy from time to time; it's strong stuff. ...I think we can get that IV out of you. But I need some reassurance first." You look over. "You're going to need to be around other people and socialize. That needs to be part of your normal routine;  with several people, several times a day, at least; ideally more than that. You can't be fully on your own right now, anyway. So, will you do that? For your own sake?" "......yes." "Good. Doctor's orders. ...Stay still one more time for me." Dr. Mernes makes quick work of taking out the IV and patching up the wound. "...They did the IV right, at least..." They mutter. "Shouldn't need more than a simple patch for it. I don't imagine you'll need to change it; it can get wet, and it should seal up quick. Just leave it on a few days just in case. Now, we'll see if you can walk okay, and if you can, I don't see any reason not to discharge you today and get you somewhere more comfortable." They lower the plastic rail of the bed, and carefully take your left arm. "Try and step down for me. Left foot first." You do so ignoring the horrible noises of their arm rubbing against yours. "Good. Put weight on it, then try your right." You feel a little bit unsteady, but manage to do so. "Great. I'm going to let go now; see if you can make your way around the bed to me." They let go. You cling to the bed for a moment before letting yourself put more weight on your legs. They feel extremely awkward to walk around on. It's embarrassing. But, this situation doesn't feel all that different from other physical therapy you've attended. That helps some. There's a dull pain in your right leg, but keeping most of your weight on your left seems to help, and you quickly get the rhythm. "Excellent. We'll see about getting you discharged, then." "Could I- The phone--" "Almost there. Have a seat again for me." They lower the left side rail to make it easier. You sit. Trying not to feel restless.  "Given that this may not be your original body, and that you may have been around before; I need you to tell me any important details about your medical history; physical and especially mental health. You don't need to go into great detail, but let me know of any outstanding diagnoses you've received; anything to be attentive towards. There's a chance even physical issues may have carried over." god dammit. You clear your nonexistent throat. "Uh... Well I've got... a lot of plant allergies; I don't know if that matters." "It might.  Anything else?" "In um- In my real body, I had some kind of... nerve issues, in my hands and arms in general. And I had some stomach problems, but I don't have a stomach anymore, so..." "Is that all for physical issues?" "That I can remember." "Got it. What about your mental health? Any issues there?" "...uh... ...I mean, I'm gonna be honest: This sucks. A lot. This whole thing. And I feel terrible." "...To be expected, unfortunately. I'm sorry to hear that, though I was more asking about previous issues. Any diagnoses?" " . . .  ...PTSD. Uh never had it confirmed, but maybe neurodivergent stuff. And--" You hesitate. You haven't even told Salem. You don't want to tell them. " . . .  ...AvPD." " . . .  Well. Given that some of these could potentially present issues with socialization, which is an important part of flexin health, I'll put in for you to see a counselor, and you can go from there. Does that work for you?" You can't help but avoid eye contact. "...sure." "Alright." They retrieve a drawstring bag from the corner of the room; apparently something they'd set there when they came in. "The ICSD has provided you with a standard support bag for flexins, which should have some helpful things to get you started." They open it up before you, pulling items out one-by-one and setting them on the bed. "I've packed in your medicated bandages, and some extra emergency patches; you should always keep some of those on you, just in case. There's a set of plain clothes, which may be a little big on you, but shouldn't be an issue otherwise. A reusable prepaid debit card with... some amount of money on it. Not a lot, I would guess, but it should be useful in the meantime. And a cellphone - with specially-added grip tape for flexins, which should help. I imagine it has some amount of minutes preloaded; if you're going to make a call to your friend, you should probably make it with this, that way they can actually get back to you. It's likely the ICSD - where you'll be going after this -  will have landline phones there, too, if you need them. There'll likely be more supplies for you there, too. Speaking of... The ICSD is the local branch of the Construct Support Department; it's right here in Sirocco, not that far from here, and it's supposed to be the biggest one. They have an entire facility campus which is mostly indoors, but does have some housing there. They'll be hosting you for tonight; potentially for a while. I've been in touch with them;  they apparently already have a support person rounded up and ready for you, as well as a room, and a schedule for support programs; the works. ...I know this is likely a lot all at once, but that really is the best place for you, right now. Ultimately, it's your choice whether or not to go, though. Do you want to?" "...I mean I might as well. I don't know what else I would do." You're just ready to not have to think about any of this. "Good. That's settled, then. I'll let the staff here know to give you some time to get your things together, change out of the hospital gown, and make any calls you might need to. I'll have a car - someone from ICSD - waiting for outside the lobby to pick you up. They'll get you there; look for the logo. I'll be putting in referrals for the transformational support, a counselor, and some physical therapy - for help with getting more use out of your hands. If you have any other problems, you can let them know at the ICSD. Is there anything else you need from me right now before you're discharged?" You shake your head. Already entering numbers into the cellphone. "Alright. Again, the medicated patches may make you a little dizzy. If you feel you need more help walking, just let someone know." You nod briefly. You barely hear them. "I'll leave you to it, then." The doctor stands, making their way towards the door. They open it then pause then quietly move it shut again turning back around to you. "Bones." You look up. You barely know what's happening, at this point. "In the interest of transparency, someone from Gradient - the media company whose party you spawned at - apparently are taking care of your medical bills. ...I imagine they'll be trying to get in contact with you soon. Beyond that, the incident - when you spawned - has apparently been televised since it happened. People may recognize you. ...While you should be socializing, I'd recommend sticking to those at the ICSD, and people you know you can trust. You don't owe anyone from Gradient anything, or anyone else, for that matter. Be careful. Good luck." They exit the room. You hit the call button - Salem's number already pulled up. You walk to the window as it rings, just out of habit. You get her voicemail, trying not to panic. The tone chimes. "...uh- Oh- Salem, uh- ...Look, I'm not going to bullshit, and I don't know how long a message can record for, so- It's Bones. I know I don't sound like me, but it's me. A lot's happened - I'm in a hospital in Sirocco; in Idyth. I'm okay on my end, I'm getting things figured out, just you can call me at this number - I swear to god this isn't a prank or- or- I don't know, somebody trying to fuck you over or someone who's kidnapped me or- It's just- It's so fucking complicated- Just... call me when you get this. I don't even know if... if you're alive, or your phone's just broken, or you're in the hospital, or- I don't know... Anything. I'm worried. ......... .....love you. I'm sorry. Call me back." You hang up. You lean on the window wheezing. Trying not to cry more. You steel yourself. who else can i get in touch with to find her do i know anybody- anyone i could- wait, wait You dial another number, relieved at how easy it is with the grip tape. "Hey, this is Serrino's, how can I help you?" ffffuck not her just. ask "Hi, uh- This is a friend of Salem's, and I'm sorry to call here but I haven't um... I havent heard from her in a bit. I don't know if she's been there or- ...I just have no idea what happened a few days ago, and like just have you- Have--" "She called out today." "She- like you spoke with her?" "Yeah." "It was her voice, and everythi--" "Yes??? Why?" "-ohthank g o d..." You double over with relief. SHES ALIVE!!!!!!! "...hello...?" "Right- Right, sorry, I'm- It's been a... rough couple of days. I just hadn't heard from her and--" "Yeah I've got another call coming in, so--" "Wait! Wait, I- Sorry, j-just... um Tell her to call me- to call Bones back, at this number just if you see her." "...Uh-huh. OK.  Bye." The line disconnects. You squeeze the window sill. Laughing. You could cry. She's alive. She's okay. The rest doesn't matter. You can handle it. It take a few minutes for you to regain your composure. Maybe it's the meds, or the sense of relief, but you feel lighter. okay back to it. lets do this. Within another five minutes, the clothes - a blue hoodie and matching sweatpants - are on, and the drawstring bag is on your shoulder. The hoodie has a big pocket in the front that you're quickly making use of. You've got your new, oversized phone in it. It's the perfect size. You ready yourself at the door, then head out into the hall. Immediately, there's a disorienting sense of  smallness, feeling properly just how short you are now. You ignore it, quickly finding the elevator and smacking the button. You step in when it arrives, dodging out of the way of a couple of nurses who turn to stare. gotta get used to that You turn, and in doing so, remove your tail from the danger of the being shut in the doors. gotta get used to THAT, too stupid thing its fine. i got it You barely manage to smack the correct button for the 1st floor lobby, hitting the 2nd floor button in the process. The extra wait time is annoying, but you're managing. You hurry out, rounding your way towards the entrance. You- "Hey there! You're looking better, huh?" You stop. The man from the spawning video - Wolf... something -  is here in the lobby quickly making his way over to you there are cameras behind him, following your every move. You freeze. NOPE And swivel, hurrying in the opposite direction. You make it into a hallway  before running face-first into some particularly tall person's knee. A loud squeak rings out in the air. They scoot by, but you're disoriented. You snag a railing, shaking your head to get your bearings back. "I must've startled you, right?" You look up. He's already here. The cameras are at the bend of the hallway. "All I'd like is a few minutes of your time. To check in! All that. I'd just like to see how you're doing." You can't really outrun them. Not with your tiny legs; one of which barely works right now. You'd likely just hurt yourself worse, and then you aren't getting out. You need to get rid of him. You take a deep, airless breath. "...fine. Two minutes. Just you. No cameras." He turns back, waving the camera people away. They look confused, but are quickly escorted away by staff, regardless, making a small commotion. This hallway fairly small. Public restrooms are behind you, but it's otherwise an empty, dead end. "So... no cameras. Two minutes, you said?" The grey feline starts a timer on his watch. "I'd like to hear about all this. And I'm sure you need someone to talk to, don't you? Socializing is healthy for flexins, I've heard. I've been doing a little research on my own. Two minutes. Anything you'd like to say." You don't like the look of his teeth. He has two, white fangs which are just barely visible poking out of his muzzle. He must do his best to hide them with his lip; you're only seeing them because of how close you are. You just need him gone. Something enough to satisfy him, so he'll fuck off. Insulting him probably isn't going to work. And you feel intimidated, right now. You don't think you could much, if you wanted to. Your doctor said there's a car waiting out from for you. You make it there, and you're home free. Just get rid of him first.

Posted by ಠ_ಠ - 01-11-2026, 05:18 AM

turn on the news

Posted by seppawku - 01-10-2026, 06:39 AM

....ohhh, all of this fucking sucks. ok. would love to know what fuckin' god thought flexins were a good idea-- nd also, illegal spawning???? shouldn't there be some way to prevent that?????????????? if this is real, that's. probably what happened, but. hm. tv for distraction, or nap. can you nap in possibly-dreams? who knows. worth a shot, if it won't make you think too much.

Posted by palencorgi - 01-10-2026, 02:42 AM

shoot i forgot to log in. that one was me

Posted by - 01-10-2026, 02:42 AM

Watch some TV, yeah. It'd be good to take some pressure off, relax a bit. Sit back and take some deep breaths. Well, if you had a mouth... and if you can sit back with your tail in the way. Let yourself process all of this some. Consider the... hypothetical situation that it /isn't/ a dream... what you'd do with your new body. Have you or Salem known about Flexins before, any?

Posted by knux400 - 01-09-2026, 06:17 PM

You... Shouldn't have been able to read any of that, if this were a dream. One of the most common indicators for whether you're dreaming or not is that text always changes the second time you look at it, and you definitely had to back up and reread things. This is a lot to take in, so maybe just take it slow for now and see what's on TV. If socialization is akin to eating for you, you should be fine for an hour or two before you get "hungry". And besides, you're in a hospital anyway, so if anything happens, there's staff ready to help you. As for using your hands, maybe thinking less would help? Turning the pages of the pamphlet seemed easier when you were distracted by the contents. ...Definitely DO NOT try anything drastic. That's not how dreams usually work, anyway.

Posted by Lilium Mortem - 01-09-2026, 05:23 PM

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, a region from my favorite world-building project from the minds at BusinessCentrifuge Conformists. TV is good. you're probably not in a good headspace for making decisions. try to relax and just. process things. you don't want your stress to balloon out of control.  also don't axolotls have big honking tails? whats the deal?

Posted by SHIVERS - 01-09-2026, 03:09 PM

Okay. Taking it slow. Focus. Even operating under the assumption that this is probably not real - dream, or something similar -  the best course of action is still to try and Find or at least get in Contact with Salem. If this is a dream, then it won't matter what you do regardless; no reason not to spend it productively. And if somehow this is real then you'll be making sure she's okay. It's the only choice. There's a phone by the bed. You need to get out of the bed. But that pain in your leg. You reach out with your non-IV'd arm and grab the- You grab the bl- You're TRYING to grab the blanket. With a grumble, you look properly at your new pathetic excuse of a hand. There are little patterns on it where fingers should go, but no actual fingers or claws of any kind. ......bullshit. Feeling a bit like you're maneuvering a puffy, thumbless oven mitt, you do your best to try and fold your 'hand' any sort of way to manage a grip. You can bend it ever so slightly, but its rounded surface is making actually Grasping anything next to impossible. Not to mention, essentially EVERY movement you're making right now is causing a cacophony of little squeaking noises from the inflatable material rubbing against itself. You sound like a clown failing miserably at balloon art. You don't even want to HEAR this, much less have it coming FROM YOURSELF. this dream SUCKS salem'll get a kick out of it later at least ...actually this might be too embarrassing to tell her- actually im mostly just really worried about her and this is not helping- god-  shut up. Focus. focus With an annoyed huff, you instead try to flick the corner of the blanket off with your leg that isn't hurting like hell, which takes much more maneuvering and finesse than you were hoping it would. You eventually succeed, just barely giving yourself a view of 'your' leg. It's got some sort of adhesive bandages wrapped around it. They must be extra adhesive, because they look almost like tape. You don't know what you expected. Still. The injury could be real. You did fall. You remember falling. And even if you're asleep right now, you don't really want to move an injured leg too much. fine no getting up but im getting that phone. You do your best to reach for it again, ignoring the pain in your leg from the motion. Your stupid, stubby balloon arm can barely even make it half way. The hospital bed is HUGE, anyway, for whatever reason, which is definitely making your progress harder. You pull back with a huff, and try again,  only for something to spring up into your view, startling you. You smack it away, only for it to come right back and smack you gently in the face. It takes you a few more moments of fighting with it to realize that: You can feel it. It's a tail. Your tail. You have never had a tail before. The sensations are alien and overstimulating and Horrible, you decide. Not to mention, it's huge. Bigger than your entire arm. You do your best to tuck it out of the way,  but it takes prolonged, concentrated effort before you manage to do so. fuck ME. fine! no reaching what else can i-? wait You grab- You don't grab. You can't grab. You loop your arm under the rail of your bed, then pull up and shove forward as hard as you can. It doesn't move. You put your entire body into it, trying to rock back and forth in order to scoot the bed close to the phone. You don't even get it to make a noise to signify a force was being applied to it. But You sure made noise; lots of loud, annoying squeaking. As usual. You would tear your frills off, if you still had them. With a beleaguered sigh, you give up for now, knowing you'll have to press the call button. Which would be humiliating. i i will in a sec i need to piece this together a bit. You search your mind, ignoring this horrible, non-real body for the moment; instead, trying to remember what happened. You remember being on the roof with Salem. You remember a lot of your conversation with her. Then, fireworks. Then, you both fell - the roof probably caved in. You remember hanging by your jacket, your favorite jacket - which is noticeably gone, now; along with any semblance of clothes save for a hospital gown. Then, another fall. Breaking through that weird container. Then, you remember that thing. Whatever it was. How you couldn't move. The things it said. that probably wasnt real. You ignore it, trying to push past that. You vaguely, vaguely remember being up higher than a bunch of tables. There were lights shining in your face. And people, you think. A crowd. Then nothing else. Waking up in this hospital room. What about between those two? After the encounter with that thing, but before the crowd? You wrack your brain. You gasp. Images appeared. So quickly you couldn't grasp what they were. But they felt off, somehow. Like seeing something you shouldn't. They scared you. probably  just a nightmare, in all the dreams i had or am still having not gonna poke at that, then That's everything. Reluctantly, you reach along the side of the bed, and press the- You press the- You PRESS the call button; only after forcing your useless pool noodle of a limb as hard as you can against the button does it actually press it. You're panting now. All these miniature physical challenges are making you exhausted. You hate that. It shouldn't be this hard. You try to settle yourself down. You have no idea how things'll go with this nurse. You don't even know if one's going to show up. It's still a dream. A few minutes of agonizing worry later, a knock comes to your room door, and it opens. A feline - some kind, you don't know - walks in. "Hey there! How're you feeling?" JESUS- You freeze up. They must be AT LEAST nine feet tall! But they came in through the normal-sized doorway; you didn't even see them duck! HOW D- its a dream! its a dream. i know its a dream now good And somehow, it feels too real. Too much detail. And they're too... present. Maintaining a smile that's getting more worried due to your lack of response. "...uhM--" You freeze again. Your voice is Many octaves higher AT LEAST. You sound like you inhaled heliu- ...FUCK OFF!! "...Are you alright?" NO "-Sorry, I'm- uh..." You pretend to clear your throat. "Still a little uh... disoriented, but- Could I get- Could you hand me the, um... phone?" You point at the phone. On the table. Next to your bed. They look at you. Then at your arms. Humiliation threatens to split your chest open. Your cheeks are warm, now. You can feel it. Which means you're probably blushing. Which is MUCH worse. "...i-it, um. Y'know what! I can... probably just get down and get--" "Nooo, that's okay! You shouldn't be walking on that leg right now, anyway, from what I'm told." 'from what youre told'? "But, anyway, incoming and outgoing patient phonecalls are only available between 8AM and 8PM. Sorry about that! I could get the remote for your TV, if you want." "No, it's just, uh- I've got someone close to me I need to get in touch with; she's practically family, and I usually have her as like, my emergency contact, so uh..." You started talking with your hands. You stop yourself immediately. You don't want to see that.  "Well- Hospital and all, I'd say this counts as an emergency, right? So... she should know." They give you the strangest of looks. Studying you. "...you're... wanting company? I can talk with you, if it'd help." Their voice becomes just a bit softer, as if they're trying to comfort you. "...You don't need to make things up just to get someone to talk to." " . . .  ...sorry   ?" You feel uncomfortable. You feel like you're being treated like a child. "Oh, I just mean--" "-Nevermind, actually, I'm uh... ...no phones, anyway, h-haha, so..." You nod, swallowing. "Forget I said anything. ...I'm uh. I'm good." please leave Another odd look. "Well, if you're sure. If you change your mind, just hit that button again, okay?" "Mhm. Yep." "I'll get out of your hair, then. ...Oh, I do have this for you." They retrieve something from a pocket, handing it to you. Or, they try to. You can't manage to take it with a hand, only managing to grasp it by squeezing both hands together, like a jackass. They smile supportively. It makes you feel like shit. It's a pamphlet. There are balloon dogs on the cover. not touching that with a ten foot pole You set it to the side in your bed. "Thanks. Uh-huh." "Don't forget to read it, okay? Your doctor's coming tomorrow - a flexin specialist you got set up with -  and they said over the phone to give you that, and that you need to read it before tomorrow, if you can." "...Can I ask wh- Actually, I- Yep. Great, I'll take a look at it. Thanks." You nod, hoping that's enough. They put the remote nearby you, next to you on the bed. "Plenty of rest, okay? And don't get out of bed until your doctor says it's okay. Goodnight." You give a nervous wave and nod as they make their way out. A sigh of relief, when they're gone. You pick up the pamphlet, readying yourself to help it 'accidentally' fall off the side of your bed. But, you stop yourself. its the ONLY bit of info im getting and if i cant contact salem yet then i owe it to her to at least Try to figure out what the hells happening You grab- With BOTH hands,  you grab it and rest it on your lap where you can see it. HELLO WORLD! A BRIEF GUIDE TO YOUR NEW LIFE AS A CONSTRUCT [FLEXIN] EDITION Provided by the Idyth Construct Support Department You already want to stop. But, you don't. You expect it to be harder to turn the page, but it clings to your paw easily;  as if the material is specially made for this body. ugh. Hello, and welcome to the world! If you have been given this booklet, then it is very likely that you are a recently spawned flexin! If this is true, then this booklet will serve as a helpful intro to your new body, and your new species. please dont call it My 'New Body' what the fuck is my life that THIS is what im- just just read the thing.  like a book. fantasy. not real. WHAT IS A FLEXIN? Flexins are a god-created construct species resembling anthropomorphic "balloon dogs". Like most species, they come in a variety of sizes, morphs, colors, and patterns; no two flexins are exactly the same! Flexins are usually uncommon, although their rarity can vary from region to region. uh-huh. 'oh yea theyre Rare!!' good way to excuse this being a dream, brain. asshole FLEXIN SPAWNING While flexins are proper constructs, they are unique amongst most other construct species in that they are spawned via special rituals rather than fully put together from spare parts. why are people doin fuckin Dark Magic to make balloons???? The rituals used to spawn flexins are complex and heavily variable, and often require permits in most regions.  If Idyth is your home region (which is most likely the case if you received this pamphlet), then not only are permits required, but usually involve some amount of required support (typically access to various support services, as well as one or more designated support persons to assist the newly spawned flexins). More on this in a later section! ok idyth is. definitely not where i live if this were real thatd be Bad. like ive heard idyth is OK but also: id be a fucking Ocean away from salem its a dream. whatever Although the control of flexin spawning is often enforced by regional laws, it is possible for flexins to be illegally spawned without a permit. 'how Dare you make that balloon with dark magic. Youre Under Arrest' FLEXIN BODIES Flexin bodies consist mainly of two components: the outer shell and an internal substance, which is usually comprised of air but can sometimes be a liquid. Air within a flexin can be of different densities and makeup, leading to varying weight and other minor differences. Liquid is the same way, though usually has less variation to it. Other internal and external differences often come from a specific flexin's morph, and can lead to more complicated internals. Understanding your own body- i said dont do that, brain Understanding your own body can be important, so make sure to check in with a specialist if you have questions. ill be sure to hit up my designated balloon expert. thank u You flip the page. The motion almost feels natural this time. HAND DEXTERITY Flexin paws may not look like much, but they can actually be just as capable as the hands of any other species! bullshit. Your paws do function differently, however.  The easiest way to think about it is that there is a "phantom hand" residing within each of your paws which performs more complex motions such as typing or picking up objects. It is a part of your paw, but can move somewhat separately, allowing for greater dexterity. You can move these "phantom hands" just the same way as any non-flexin would use their own limbs, but you'll be operating them without being able to see or even entirely feel them. You blink. You look at your hand paw thing. You try to grab the blanket. You FOCUS and try to grab the blanket. You FOCUS  HARDER  and try to grab the blanket. You can't. You feel bad. ok. whatever While this may take some getting used to, it can usually be picked up (no pun intended!) quickly with practice. dick. In the meantime, don't be afraid to ask for help! ill get right on that yea If you're struggling, consult a specialist or another trusted flexin for help. Avoid attempting to forcibly bend your paws to grab or maneuver things, as this can put unnecessary strain on your shell and weaken it where the bends happen. too late ...god this next section-   YOUR TAIL & YOU As a flexin, you almost certainly have a tail! While you can't move your tail all that much, it may move on its own, such as wagging when you're excited.  that BETTER not FUCKIN happen. this is humiliating ENOUGH as it is. This is nothing to be embarrassed about- oh shut up -and is in fact normal for many species; even constructs can have tails! Something to keep in mind, however, is that your tail is likely to be fairly large compared to your body. This is entirely fine! ITS REALLY NOT But, a big tail is a big responsibility. Make sure to be mindful of where it is, especially when turning or moving through a doorway; it may be easier than you expect to accidentally knock something over, or puncture your tail by shutting a door on it. This isn't exclusive to your tail - it's important to be mindful of all parts of your body - but it is a surprisingly common issue! So make sure to be careful! (More info on injuries in a later section). injuries? .....could be uh. coded message from my brain, or something might find more there. ...ill get there. gotta be thorough You flip the page without a second thought. SUSTENANCE & UPKEEP Most robotic constructs require a power source, often from electrical outlets. Most organic species require food and oxygen. me. im organic species. thats me Flexins, meanwhile, require none of these things! boo wait what? how? wait i HAVE been breathing, too, what does it mean i dont 'need oxygen'??? how would- Instead, flexins sustain themselves purely off of social interaction - or, more accurately, flexins filter shreds produced by others through the membrane of their shell. You stop reading. You reread that. Instead, flexins sustain themselves purely off of social interaction Instead, flexins sustain themselves purely off of social interaction i- ok but. that- that cant be Right tho, like- HOW would that even- ok theres- calm down. calm down, calm down. theres gotta be an alternative. there is. ...and thisisntreal yadda yadda. keep reading. It is VERY important for your health to maintain a consistent amount of individuals and groups to socialize with; your wellbeing depends on it! Shreds and sleeping are typically the only physiological needs flexins have, making your own upkeep a breeze! No complicated maintenance required. As with any species, it's also important to upkeep your hygiene, and check in with a primary care doctor on occasion, especially for injuries. And, although you don't need to eat, it's important to have shelter, ideally with some sort of permanent housing. And remember that your mental and emotional health is also very important. Don't be afraid to schedule an appointment with a therapist if you're having trouble! CLOTHING- no. no next section, wheres- Where Where is the part where theres an Alternative like, i CANT- i- mayb e maybe theres like maybe its a later a later section. yea its. not real anyway. ill be Fine. keep reading CLOTHING While technically optional for flexins, most individuals tend to prefer and enjoy wearing clothes. Ideal clothing should be light, loose, and nonrestrictive. Constrictive clothing could stretch or bend your shell, which could result in weakening or even injury, and can also inhibit movement if your clothing is in the way. As a flexin, you're most likely to be very light, and heavy clothing can weigh you down significantly. This is why light, loose clothing with some amount of thickness (to help add a small extra layer of protection) is best. Flexin bodytypes may also be a little more difficult to find clothes for, so be sure to shop around for something that's comfortable! You are too anxious to think of jokes. You try stimming with your foot. It hurts badly. You use the other one instead. You flip the page. SAFETY: PUNCTURES While your body may be more flexible and durable than a typical non-living balloon, it can still be easily damaged, and injuries are more severe for flexins than other species. It is VERY IMPORTANT to avoid sharp objects, avoid any sharp corners of walls and furniture, and avoid uneven or unstable walking surfaces such as sharp rocks that could cause a puncture, or a wet floor which could cause a fall. Your shell is quite stretchy, but remember to avoid heavy stretching or bending of your shell, as this can make the material less durable or potentially even cause it to rip with severe strain.  ANY rip or puncture of ANY kind can be a severe injury, as they cause you to leak or "bleed" your internal air (or liquid), with larger tears resulting in a faster rate of leaking. "Bleeding out" in this way can eventually result in LOSS OF MOBILITY and eventually DEATH if left untreated, no matter how small, so avoid injuries at all costs. Thankfully, you can purchase adhesive medical patches and bandages, which should ideally be kept on your person at all times in case of an emergency. In a pinch, other adhesives such as heavy duty tape can be temporarily used, though this is not recommended except as a last resort. DO NOT USE GLUE. If the puncture is small, then a medical patch is likely enough, while larger punctures will likely require medical attention even after being patched up. Regardless, patching or at least closing up the puncture as best as you're able should always be your FIRST priority before seeking further medical help. mmmm SAFETY: WEATHER & LOCATION Your body is more vulnerable to heat and cold than some other species, so it's important to be mindful of your environment. Heat can cause your internal air to expand, which can stretch and weaken your shell or even cause ruptures in particularly high heat. For liquid internals, heat can be even more dangerous, as boiling liquid could potentially melt your shell. As such, avoid high heat as much as possible. During hot weather, make sure to stay inside and stay cool any way you can. It is best not to go outside during particularly hot weather. Be particularly careful around ovens, heaters, engines, and other sources of heat. Very cold conditions can cause deflation, sluggishness, and gradual complications with mobility. For liquid internals, cold is extremely dangerous, as freezing internal liquid could cause shell rupture and even death. Just like with heat, avoid cold as much as possible. During cold weather, stay inside and keep warm (though, be safe around any sort of heater!). If you have to go outside in the cold, bundle up well to stay warm. Along with temperature, high winds can also be a problem, especially for those with lighter internal air. High wind can make moving outside impossible, and can quickly result in injury from being buffeted against objects, sharp or otherwise. HIGH WIND CAN BE DEADLY FOR FLEXINS! Likewise, avoid large bodies water, as flexins usually cannot swim, lacking any sort of mobility on the water. Flexins with air will almost always float atop the surface, with very little way to move or even get up once atop a body of water, which can very quickly lead to being stranded. For liquid flexins, depending on the density of their internal liquid, they are very likely to either float slightly (which brings up previous issues to a potentially lesser degree) or sink entirely (which could make it incredibly difficult to resurface again). mmmmmmmmMMMMMmmmm ok so dont be around sharp things or furniture or heat or cold and dont be around water and also wind will kill you too everything will kill you and you have to talk to people all the time.  . . .  am i going to die? this is a dream or something, i know, but like- im- im just going to fucking Die, right? ...might be an easy way to wake up Your eyes glance over to your IV. And to your leg.  . . .  Fear wells up in your gut. n no. no. no i dont. want to im i know. i know it HAS to be a dream but its i dont want to take that risk i cant. i Cant  . . .  im really sorry, salem. if im just on the floor of that warehouse, passed out and youre bleeding out  and i cant help because im too Scared to just pop a stupid balloon. i  cant. i cant do it You're breathing a little heavier. You're worried. You miss her. fuck. fucking get it TOGETHER. i dont even Know that she fell. there mightve not even been a fall or maybe shes in a hospital with me, somewhere. wherever we are i just want to KNOW already i dont wanna do whatever THIS Bullshit is, just on my own god just. keep reading. you probably Literally cant cry right now, anyway stupid. stupid You force yourself to turn the page. MEDICATIONS As flexins cannot ingest anything, they are most often reliant on topical solutions for medications as well as the occasional inhalant medications that utilize flexins' shred-permeable membranes. In more serious circumstances, for heavier medications that need to be delivered quickly, some medicated patches may have a tiny puncture point to administer medication through, though these are more rare. In a hospital setting, pump system IVs may be utilized to deliver medications or to help refill a flexin's air, using similar techniques. COMMUNITY & SOCIALIZATION It is vital for your mental and physical wellbeing to establish a support network; one ideally consisting of friends, roommates, communities, and potentially support persons, if you have access to them. i dont want to read this Luckily, flexins tend to gather around each other in various communities, and are also often popular among non-flexins, as well, allowing for plentiful opportunities to socialize. It is also entirely encouraged to seek out groups such as meetups, clubs, and other social gatherings, and/or frequent different social spaces such as bars. Having regular places and events to go to can help tremendously, and if you're socializing, you're likely to pick up some regular friends along the way! no i am not. from experience Regardless of the method, in-person contact is required to filter in shreds from others, so while communicating with phonecalls, texts, and online messaging is entirely fine, you MUST very regularly socialize with others physically around you in order to stay healthy. so the Only kind of socializing i can Sort Of fuckin Do is Not Allowed. it wont work. ill die. great Failure to regularly socialize can result in deteriorating mental and physical health, and can eventually lead to death in extreme cases. Staying around others is a REQUIREMENT for your own health. Be safe, stick together! with who, asshole i dont even know if shes Alive. IDENTITY Identity can be a confusing subject for flexins, as they almost always spawn in with some amount of inherited knowledge (and even memories) from those that performed their spawning ritual. If you're lucky, you may end up around some of those individuals to help explain and orient some of what you've inherited. But if you don't have contact with them, that's alright! It is, however, very important to form your own identity; separate from the push and pull of all the thoughts and feelings you spawned with. It's okay to hold onto some of it - you may find yourself with intricate knowledge on how to golf, for instance, and may decide this is something you do enjoy once you've tried it - but it's important to pick what YOU like, and how YOU want to define yourself, rather than entirely latching onto someone else's identity. Forming your own perceptions of yourself will come with time, the more you make your own decisions and have your own feelings. Embrace being who you are, whoever that might be!  . . .   . . .  im me. and this isnt real anyway. Your head hurts. You turn the page. ACTIVITIES & CAREERS It's important to participate in activities and jobs that suit You! im disabled. i havent worked a job in years. Activities/jobs that often handle sharp objects, high heat, or cold - such as cooking, which frequently deals with all three - are likely not a great fit; though not impossible, with the right precautions. Likewise, any rough or dangerous activities/jobs, or ones that require a large amount of strength - such as construction or warehouse work - is also unlikely to be for you. i Did work warehouse once it wasnt that bad i miss it now Even more importantly, solitary activities, and especially solitary jobs - such as being a park ranger, or hiking a mountain alone - are not activities/jobs you should take on unless constantly accompanied by others. On the other side, though, activities/jobs that are safe, not too physically demanding, and involve a lot of in-person socializing - such as entertaining or cashier work - are often perfect for flexins! ...so the kinds of jobs that gave me breakdowns, would- o.k. ok. ok. Once you're comfortable with using your paws, activities that require more dexterity - such as painting or using a computer - are also available to you, greatly expanding your possibilities. need to get on that ASAP then Ultimately, while there may be some limitations to being a flexin (as there are with any species), there is plenty available for you to do. The most important part is finding something that fits your body as well as You. my Body doesnt fit Me. THE PERCEPTIONS OF OTHERS As a flexin, you WILL be socializing with others very, very frequently. wanna bet? As such, you are, of course, likely to run into others' perceptions, assumptions, and misconceptions about you, as a flexin. While flexins are most often seen in a positive light (often described by others with words such as entertaining, cute, i have literally never been cute in my life. i still am not. funny and mysterious, according to recent social studies within Idyth), there can unfortunately be negatives, as well. Some individuals may think of flexins as potentially easy to take advantage of (often for their popularity), or even "weak" or easy to "push around", given flexins' smaller size and physical difficulties compared to many other species.  . . .  ...smaller? the nurse. the bed. You look at the door again. oh god You're afraid to keep reading. Even when seen positively, this isn't always a good thing, as some others may see flexins more akin to toys than people, or could experience positive feelings that lean more towards exoticizing flexins rather than treating them as equals. In times such as this, be sure of yourself and lean on a supportive community or friend for help. Ideally, disengage with and avoid the individual who is mistreating you. While it is unlikely, if you feel physically threatened, find someone you trust or notify the authorities. DO NOT try to physically engage with an attacker more than using non-dangerous defensive items such as mace ("pepper spray") or similar as a deterrent to get away.  it just keeps getting. worse It may be helpful to keep something like this on your person in case of emergency, but they are very rarely necessary as physical violence towards flexins is rare. No matter what, this is unlikely to be your experience, and you're much more likely to form strong bonds with others through community and friendship. no according to This im going to die its. a dream who cares anymore. SUPPORT Community and personal support is invaluable, of course, but if you need more help, it's always available. If you're local to Idyth, check if there's an ICSD branch near you! Otherwise, you can always visit our website or call our toll-free number for tips, resources, and info on our community programs. You close the pamphlet. You slide it off the bed onto the floor. Dread rests squarely in the throat you don't have. But more than anything, you're just exhausted. You nudge the remote with your arm. You squeak. Part of you wants to laugh. You can't even take Yourself seriously. What's the point, when you're stuck like this? oh well You try to think of what to do with yourself, now. It seems like the TV really is the only option. But you'd have to decide what to even watch. Wouldn't it just be garbled nonsense, in a dream, anyway? You're scared to check. You could also just go to bed. Or try to get up. Maybe even try to get out of here. Would you even make it, with your leg? But you don't want to just lay here and do Nothing.

Posted by seppawku - 01-07-2026, 05:20 AM

ohh boy. let's not try and get out of the hospital bed just yet, seconding to reorient yourself and check in with how you're feeling. best to be careful even if stuff doesn't feel real.. is there a call button or anything you could use to get a nurse's attention and ask what's going on? or at least where you are.. meanwhile, um, Good thing to focus on! if that entity was telling the truth, then salem ought to be safe. we don't know where she is ofc but that's the important thing? hopefully?

Posted by palencorgi - 01-06-2026, 10:44 PM

Well, it can't be too bad! Look at that big smile, after all. You should get a feel for your new limbs. New material. All that fun stuff!! Wag your tail.

Posted by Lilium Mortem - 01-06-2026, 08:04 PM

Happy birthday/new years? congrats! its a flexin!  how you doin, airhead? not well I guess. but hey! that entity promised Salem is gonna be ok and you're in the hospital so everything is gonna be fiiiiine. time to talk to some nurses or doctors or whatever to find out what fresh hell you've found yourself in.

Posted by knux400 - 01-06-2026, 06:34 PM

So... I hate to be the one to break it to you like this, but it looks like "Bones" is going to be more of an ironic name now. Take it slowly. Focus on reorienting yourself before you try to reach for anything. How much can you remember about what happened?

Posted by SHIVERS - 01-06-2026, 06:09 PM

[You should come] [I'm on my way] [Here.] [?] [Say words]                   [was sleep sry]                   [nah its not rly my thing] [People you know here] [Friends]                   [theyre your friends]                   [they dont rly know me and i dont rly know them] [They like when you come hang out]                   [eh i dunno about that]                   [look its cool. you hang out]                   [not my thing. and you need somethin fun 2 do] [What are you going to do]                   [i got some of that pineapple cider]                   [thats as much of a celebration as new year deserves] [Besides drink]                   [nothin. play games. like i said its cool] [Doesn't sound fun] [Sounds bad]                   [well i dont do big stuff like you do]                   [its just a number ticking over anyway] [When you don't do anything for holidays you get sad]                   [youre worrying way too much. lol]                   [its fiiiine. go have fun] [Tell me you'll have a good time]                   [i mean im gonna be sitting at home]                   [woohoo itll be very much fun]                   [its cool. dwai] [Then tell me you're good at least]                   [i said its cool] [And you're good?]                   [salem] [See] [Sad.]                   [ok. and]                   [its the holidays lots of ppl are sad]                   [boohoo] [Come to the party] [It's my party so it's good] [I swear]                   [dont wanna be stressed out around strangers] [You know them]                   [i hang out with you with them]                   [they dont talk to me. why would they]                   [theyre your friends theyre there for u]                   [just how things work n thats fine] [They like you]                   [ok cool. dont wanna go to a party] [It's better than nothing]                   [you say that but not to me]                   [really not as big of a deal as youre making it]                   [im an adult. i can be a little sad on a holiday]                   [ill survive]                   [so go have fun and quit worrying about me]                   [ok?] [OK]                   [cool. thank u]                   [u can tell me abt it after] [Left early]                   [what why]                   [salem]                   [i said im good]                   [????]                   [did u go home??]                   [msg me back ok? whered u go] [Here] [--LOCATION SHARE--] [Come here]                   [what] [Not a party]                   [salem thats all the way downtown]                   [buses arent even running] [Rails are] [You can make it]                   [tell me what its for] [It's a surprise]                   [what about the party] [Party over. Come on]                   [its not even close to midnight yet] [Let me do a thing for you] [I already left] [Don't want to count down all by myself]                   [i dont wanna leave] [It'll just be us] [I'm by myself] [Promise]                   [its cold] [Won't kill you]                   [ok but will u]                   [is this like some elaborate plot to murder me] [I wouldn't need to do that] [I have a key to your apartment]                   [so is that a yes] [Not tonight] [You're safe for now] [Please]                   [i need to shower and stuff] [I have time]                   [you dont need to go to so much trouble for me] [Too late] [I'm doing it for me too] [If that makes you feel better]                   [what about the party] [There'll be more] [Come hang out with me]                   [ok]                   [im barely gonna get there before midnight]                   [will u be ok out there on your own] [Cornerstore close by] [I'll hang out there] [I'll get a slushie]                   [ok. fine]                   [be safe ok?] [Always safe] "...no way in hell." "Yep. You can do it. I got through just fine." "I-" The axolotl rubs its temple, looking over the gap at the bottom of the chain link fence. "Okay A: I'm way bigger than you. B: I wore my good jacket." "The wing one?" "Yeah, the wing one. It's gonna get all torn up from s- Look, can't we just go down by the docks?" "Believe it or not, they have better fences down there. More worried about the boats than the warehouses, I guess. Plus, the fog's thicker by the water. If we wanna see fireworks, we need to get up high." "Look, I ...I'm not lookin' to start off the new year by getting caught up with cops." "It's completely empty down here." "Yeah, but--" "If cops come around they'll just tell us to get down. Maybe we get a fine at worst." "And I'm broke! You know I'm broke, I can't- I get caught with that and I'm--" "I'll pay it." "...How?" "End of year. I got a big bonus." "You're willing to blow it on this?" "To have a good time with you? Yeah." "...I mean, I- I'd feel fuckin'... bad if you had to--" "Bones. It'll be okay. Trust me." The crow reaches out her wing-like hand from the other side of the fence. "C'mon." The axolotl hesitates, looking skyward with a shake of its head. Knowing it's about to say yes. That it would regardless. "...fffffffffine. If it'll make you happy." "That's the spirit." "Here. First..." It removes its jacket, wincing from the cold. The axolotl delicately folds it up before passing it under the fence for the bird to take. "Cool. This is all I wanted, actually." "Uh-huh." "It's a killer jacket." "You've already got wings, save me some." "I got, like... 'wing-hands'. Not the same." "Too bad." She tucks the jacket under her arm, reaching down to help pull the salamander under the fence. The axolotl gasps. She freezes. "What--" "fUCkin, oWw-OW-OW--" It reaches a hand up, finding one of its frills pierced by a sharp point of the fence. "Help, helphelp-fffFF- GOD--" "Hold still, hold still. I got it." The axolotl freezes on command, biting its lip. Salem quickly and carefully looses the sharp metal point from its frill. A trickle of blood runs down, dripping on the pavement. "Done." The axolotl rubs at it. "...hate how stupidly sensitive these things are. Stings like hell anytime I nick one... ugh." The crow wastes no time in pulling a spare napkin from her pocket, pressing it against the wound. "Weren't you wanting a piercing?" "I mean fuck, you're right. This was your present, then?" "Mhm. Happy New Year's." "Awesome. ...Is whatever you're putting on it sterile?" "I dunno. It's fine. Disinfect it later. Better than bleeding everywhere." She pulls it away. "Looks like it stopped anyway." The crow blinks, then pats its shoulder as she hands back its jacket. "Let's go up." Her head gestures to the ladder. "...yay." The crow reaches the top first, spreading her arms in a stretch. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and pinching it between her beak. "Uh--" Her head tilts back to the ladder. Bones is clinging tightly to the top rung.  "Look, I'm. Like- Have I told you I can get like, really bad vertigo? Like I'm not scared of heights, but like--" She leans down by the ladder, mumbling past her cigarette. "I'm n't g'nna l'shoo fall." "...What?" The crow reaches out her hand, gesturing for Bones to grab it. It takes it, and is swiftly hefted up to the rooftop, where it clings to the metal surface. She pulls her cigarette out. "Look. Roof's almost flat, and it's got railings." "...Yeah... y-yeah, just like- I'm--" It takes a breath, snagging a railing and managing a sitting position. "I'm good, I'm good." "There ya go." She plops down next to it, eliciting the faintest of creaks from the metal roof. "You uh... sure this roof is like, stable?" "I've been up here dozens of times." "Yeah, and I'm way heavier than--" She reaches over, lightly grabbing its head and turning it to look at her. "Bones. All you've been doing the whole time  we've been here is Worrying. We're up here. We made it. And it's..." She pulls out her phone. "...like twenty minutes to next year. We're gonna hang out up here for a few more minutes, because: Look." She turns its head again. The bright, colorful lights at the other side of the city reflect across the black water of the lake; shimmering streaks of gold, red, pink, blue;  all refracted into hundreds of constantly shifting, confetti-like patterns. The fog, in turn, lights up with every hue like a smoky aurora, with not another soul in sight to witness it save for the two of them. The axolotl stares in awe. "Surprise." "...okay. ............Yeah." It slowly smiles. "There you go. ...It'll look even better when the fireworks start." "...mhm..." She glances over at the axolotl, watching it watch the lake. Salem puts her cigarette away. " . . .  ...Which is why I need payment." It looks over quizzically. "I'm cold." "Oh. I mean, I GUESS you can borrow my jacket." It plays up the drama. "It's just my ~O o o nly~ nice thing I Haaave! But If you're really Rrreally--" "Nope." She flops against Bones instead. "You-  . . .  Bastard." "Yea."  It snickers. "You're like a parasite." "I'm a very, very scary parasite. I'm feeding off your brain." "That's my chest. You gonna bite my tits off, then?" "Yyesss." "Damn. Free top surgery." The crow cracks up, turning her head to the side to try and stop herself. Bones just looks down at her, meeting her face. It shakes its head at her slowly. "And after I worked So hard to get these." She properly sits up, waving a wing dismissively at it as she desperately works to suppress her giggling. "Hell of a way to go."  She bats at its shoulder, cackling, her laughter gradually turning into a small coughing fit. "Oh- Fuck, you good?" "Your fault. Making me laugh." "...I mean, to be fair, you're like the only person I can ever get with my dumbass jokes." " . . .  ...You should try actually joking around more with other people. Like, when you hang out my friends, you're all... ...uptight all of a sudden." "Eh, I'm not, like, actually funny, it's just--" "Bones, would you-  . . . " " . . . ...What?" She settles back into her spot against its chest. "Nothing." "You... sure you don't--?" "Not right now." "...okay." The axolotl's eyes glance down at her. She's not smiling. Not quite frowning. " . . .  ...how much time left?" She pulls out her phone. "Nine-ish minutes." "...I got a thing." "Oh yeah?" It nods. "So. New Year's Thing." "Resolutions? Cause I've got none." "No, who even remembers those like, even a day later? This is like- So--" "So." "...So it's like... You kinda... review this year a bit. Like not rating it but just kinda, thoughts on this past year. And we take turns. And after that, we take turns talking about like... what we want for next year." "...So reviewing last year, then resolutions." "No, no it's like- It's not about like, setting yourself up for failure by, y'know, making some big goal or whatever. It's just...  ...like it can be stuff you Hope you do more of, but you're not making it a big goal, and it can be other stuff, too. Stuff you hope happens, stuff you hope you do, stuff you hope is different, just... How you hope the year'll go." The crow breathes in the cold air. "...Okay." "Yeah?" "Yeah, I wanna." "Okay, so y--" "You go first, though." "W- Why do I hav--" "I need examples." " . . .  ...fffffair, I guess." "And go fast. Don't have a lot of time." "Fast? But- Okay, fuck,  uh..." The axolotl bounces its foot. "Okay, this year sucked like a whole whole lot. Like, there was some good things here n' there- Like got my diagnosis- Diagnoses, and--" "Wait, like for your hand stuff?" "What? ...Oh,  no. No, like ...brain... stuff." "...What did you get? You didn't talk about that." "It's- I don't... wanna, right now. Just- Anyway, so- Mostly sucked. Mostly on my own. Mostly cooped up inside. Mostly doing nothing. Mostly just... I dunno, deteriorating physically and mentally. Keep getting depressed and like- ... " It sees her looking up at itself. "But- Like, good stuff, too. Just... not a lot.  . . .  I think it's more just, me handling stuff less well, really. Like... it's somethin' I can fix. And I'm still doin' therapy; have been the whole year, so it like- Yeah. Anyway, uh this is a nice way to end it. And I'm glad we got some time together this year. That was... most of the good stuff, honestly, was just hangin' out with you." "  .  .  .  " "...Sorry. Holidays make me like sappy. I dunno. ...Your turn." "You're fine. Thinking." It nods. Trying not to think too much. "This year did suck. Old job fucking fizzling out, like it did. And everything with Cameron--"  "Fuck Cameron." "Fuck Cameron. And like health problems. ...You hit thirty and your spine just shrivels up. Like a raisin." "You used to sleep on your floor." "Yeah, how? I don't know how I did." "No I mean like, might be related." "...Well. Better not be. ...Only good parts of this year were friend stuff, and going places. Got to see a few new things. Do a few new things. ...work made it hard, but got that figured out now. Used to the new schedule and, actually getting days off now. The parties and hangouts and trips together have been the best part. ...And I'm glad you've actually been at some of 'em." It nods, gaze focused away. She nudges its shoulder. "Hey. I mean it." "...I know you do." " . . .  ...That's it, I guess." Another nudge. "Next year. Go." "...uh Thinkin', sorry." It steadies itself. " . . .  ...You want me to be honest?" "Yes." "... ...I don't, like I mean not to be like... a downer, or anything, but just don't have much hope that things'll like get better. And since I can't work, it's not like I've got much control over my situation, or my life, really, anyway. So like... if things get better, they get better, and if they get worse, they get worse." "...OK. But this is about what you Want to happen." "I mean, I- It's just gonna... make me feel shittier to think about, but it-  . . .  ...It'd be nice to like, actually make some friends. Most people're gone already or just don't talk to me anymore. And I'm... fuckin' awful at talking to other people. And like I want to, y'know... socialize talk to people; I know I'm s'posed to. And I know I'm Supposed to like, express Myself, but it's like  . . .  ...nobody's really buyin' what I'm sellin', or- Wrong way to use that phrase, just- I know I'm just a really, kinda... odd person; and even if I ignore my brain tryin' to tell me that's a bad thing, it doesn't make it any easier to fit in around other people. ...Bein' the odd one out  out of literally every group of anybody that I'm ever around, and havin' people just like not really Want that; and why would they? Like ...I dunno. Got off topic, I think. Shit just sucks. ...I hope I make new friends, somehow. Hope I can... leave the fuckin' apartment without bein' like ...terrified, of anyone and everyone; not even like, 'oh they'll hurt me' but just like I don't want anyone to see me... existing. I don't wanna fuck up things for anybody. I don't wanna cause problems. ...I dunno. ...maybe a miracle'll happen. ...sorry. Downer. ...Things probably aren't that bad, just feelin' shitty right now. Holidays. I'm alright." " . . .  You don't do any of that. ...I'm just glad you're here." "I mean, I'm... really glad you're here, t--" "Want you to see that." "...yeah... ...your turn. Next year." "This is part of it. Of mine. Want you to actually see that I give a- That the people that know you... like you being here. That it makes a difference. That you're like..." She shakes her head. "...That's part of it. The rest? ...I want to leave, I think. This city was what I needed years ago. But I moved on and I have more I want to do. I don't wanna be stuck here longer. There's new things out there to me. I want to move on." "...your... You just got your job figured out, though." "I can figure out a new one. Not leaving right this second." "And you like that apartment you're renting, right?" "Yeah. But I was thinking I could find a little house to rent somewhere, eventually." "It's... just a big change, and you haven't been here that long. Things're just now, like... starting to stabilize, for you." "They can stabilize somewhere else." "I'd just ...I'd kinda... kill for that, honestly. Moving around everywhere sucks." She shrugs, leaning to the side against it to better see the lake. "You sure it's not just, like cause moving around's what you've been used to? Like... I bet it probably feels weird, staying in one place a while." " . . .  I feel restless, anyway. The reason doesn't really matter. And I still want more." "...If you left...  . . . " "...You could come with me, you know." "...I can't make money..." "I'd help." "I don't... wanna do that to you." "I'm offering." "...I..." Fireworks explode in the distance, barely visible. The crow pulls out her phone. "...They started early. Thirty seconds til, now." She squints at the horizon. Then, she stands up. "Hey- Careful--" "Fog's in the way otherwise. ...I can just barely see over it like this. You'd probably have a perfect view." "I... dunno, the like... vertigo--" "Here." She reaches down a wing hand. "Watch the fireworks with me. I want you to." "Salem--" "I'm not gonna let you fall." "But you might fall, it's not worth--" "I won't. And you won't let me, either, right?" The axolotl hesitates then reaches up a shaky hand to take hers. She pulls it up slowly, carefully. Making sure it's steady. "Lean back just a little bit. If you feel like you're getting vertigo, just let your legs drop. You won't fall off." "O-O...kay..." They stand in silence. Watching the fireworks. She looks at her phone. "...I'd miss you, too." Bones glances over. "If you didn't come with me." " . . . " "...think about it." ".........yeah...." "...Okay. And- Ten." "..." "Nine." "..." "Eight." "..." "Seven." "..." "Six." "...Six." She squeezes its hand. "Five." "Five." "Four." "Four." It closes its eyes. "Three." "Three." "Two." "Two." "One." "One." The brightest of fireworks flashes across the lake. "Happy--" The roof collapses out from under them. cognition fades   in Bones is vertical Hanging by Its jacket. The shoulder of its jacket. Caught on a bent metal rafter inside the warehouse. It's panting heavily. It remembers the fall. Ignoring everything else, the axolotl looks about the warehouse eventually spotting the crow not all that far away  to the side on the floor not moving. "SALEM!!" The beam its caught on suddenly bends as it flails. Bones gasps, looking up. The threads of the jacket sleeve are starting to rip. The beam bends further, creaking loudly. It looks directly below itself. A large, square container there - at least four feet taller than Bones. Its walls almost seem translucent. It squints at them, spotting a glint in the light. glass. With a whimper, the axolotl looks back up, spotting another beam within reach above itself. Carefully, it reaches. The beam suddenly bends with a metallic cacophony. The sleeve rips. It falls, ripping straight through the container's ceiling as if it were made of cardboard. It yelps in pain as it lands, quickly checking over itself finding less cuts than it'd expected. And no shards of glass. Nothing of the sort. Looking up, the hole doesn't make it look like glass, either; not having broken in any way that glass might. It has a slight iridescence in the light. salem. Bones stands and falls back down with a sharp cry. Blood drips through the leg of its jeans, forming a small puddle. It hurts like hell. The axolotl groans, tensing on instinct. "Sss- Sa-lem...! Are y- Are you okay?!" No response. "...fff...ffuck, ...fuck fuck fuck..." With shaky breath, it tries to steel itself to get back up, unsure if it can. It has to. It stops. A claw grasps the top of its head. Bones can't move anymore. "Not one of them, then?" Bones realizes it is no longer breathing. But it doesn't feel like it's choking. "No, not at all. Clueless. And yet, your accident happened to free me on such an occasion." Bones finds itself able to move just barely. Resuming breathing. Heavy, staggered. It still can't stand, or pull away, or do much of anything. Yet, it finds itself lifted up, into the air. Turned to face the voice. "It must be fate." It can't see much. A serpent-like figure; long, slender, tall; far taller than itself. Short, thin limbs. Patterns that shift like liquid, rings of light; silver, sky blue. A smile without teeth. It can't see more. It's dark. It's growing darker. It can hear its own blood dripping. Even thinking about its leg causes it to hurt again. It fails to suppress a whimper. The stranger watches its leg. Drip. Drip. "You'll die soon, won't you? Fragile things." They simply stare. As if this means nothing. Taking their time to think, while it bleeds out. "Without my intervention, you will. ...Hmm. I suppose I could take on a project. I'll need something to do with my newfound freedom. And besides, I'm very curious about how You relate to Me. It couldn't be a coincidence." Bones does its best to put up the slightest of struggles. Hardly conscious, at this point. One thing on its mind. "...You would rather die? That seems foolish." The figure tilts its head, leaning in. "...No. Something  you want. ...Very well. An exchange. She likely would  survive without my help but I will ensure it. I know you will say Yes." The figure's spare claw reaches into their own pattern, pulling at their hide, as one of the rings of light unravels; pulled out like a string. They wrap it around the axolotl's neck. The string disappears. Something else is there, now. But Bones can't tell what. "And just like that, your thread  ties to mine. I look forward to You  seeing Me  once more. Until then, let's see  where your fate leads, Shall we?" The figure reaches their clawtip forward and taps the axolotl's forehead. Bones sees vast oceans a wave cr The last tray at the far, far end of the buffet line contains a gelatin dessert; molded into a ridged ring shape. Deep, black-blue,  with tiny chunks of various other colors; twinkling in the light like multicolored stars. Currently untouched. "...See? I told you nobody would eat it." Muriel shakes her head with a sigh. "...I'll just take it home after this, then. Norm'll eat it. ...I should go cover it back up." She scoots her chair out, readying herself to get up from the table, only for the woman next to her to put a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, stop, Muriel. Honestly... It's only because you kept the foil on until twenty minutes ago. Everyone already went through the line an hour ago; saw it covered up--" "Well! It's not like they would've eaten it, anyway." "Oh you don't know that." She waves a paw dismissively. Muriel puts her elbow on the table, resting her chin on her hand. Staring at the buffet line. "I mean it, Deb. ...I just don't think I got the flavor right. The black cherry mix with those little... glitter-y gummy candies; it makes it look like fireworks - I think so, at least - but I don't know if the flavors work together. It's probably too sweet..." "Oh, it's fiiine, I'm sure. And it looks lovely." "...you think so?" "Sure do. Just leave it out til the end of the party. You'll see." A man approaches the buffet line, eyeing the desserts. Deb nudges Muriel. "There, there; look. I bet Donny'll take a piece right now." With bated breath, the two women watch the bored, slouching man hover over the dessert trays. Scattered chatter the only sound in the room. He delicately takes the serving knife and cuts off a piece of gelatin dessert. And then, a second piece. "Two! He took two. I told you so." Muriel's gaze follows the bored man to his seat at his table,  by himself. Continuing to observe. "What's wrong now?" "...He still may not like it, Deb." "See, now you're being paranoid." Her eyes fix on the man,  and his plate and his slices. With his fork, he pulls up a bite watching the gelatin wobble about strangely. He bites. Swallows. Without any hint of expression, he carves apart the next piece with his fork, inspecting it like an open geode. He reaches his fingers in digging out a piece of twinkling gummy candy, which he eats by itself. Repeating the process. Again,  again. Muriel's shoulders droop. "...I told you." "Oh, don't think about at Donny. Bad example; look at him! He's eating at it like a... worm, or something. Digging around. Who does that?" "The flavors don't work." "What kind of judge of that is he? Here-" Deb stands. "I want a slice--" "No, noooo, it's fine--" The lights in the open dining room dim, while the lights on the little stage brighten. Someone makes their way up onto the stage, picking up the microphone from the stand. They clear their throat. "Thank you all for coming to another Gradient End-of-year Party. I won't lie and say it hasn't been a tough year for our company, and while it will always be tough to continue without Mx. Osborne; we are strong.  Gradient is strong. Even in just the last few months, we've had quite a turnaround. ...And we have you all to thank for that." They adjust their glasses in silence. "At any rate,  I know I'm looking forward to another successful year, and I'm sure you are, too. ...But, I'm not who you should hear from tonight. You should hear, tonight, from the man most responsible for our success in this difficult time; Our Managing Director and Spokesman, Mr. Wolf Wedmore." They clap, and others in the audience follow suit, as a suited, gray feline makes his way up towards the stage, giving the occasional wave to tables he passes. He reaches the stage, giving another wave and a smile to the audience, as he fluidly removes the mic from the stand, propping it confidently into the air. " . . .  Well, hi there. Good to see you all. I'm sure those of you, at this branch, weren't expecting to see me here. I can only be at One... company-mandated holiday party at once, can't I? How did I choose? Well. The truth is- Believe it or not, this branch - Sirocco Branch, your branch - had our most successful profit margins in every fiscal quarter of this past year. All of You achieved that, so I think you owe yourselves a round of applause." He tilts the microphone away as the crowd applauds themselves, tapping his free paw to his wrist to join in with the them. "...Now, seeing as you all have earned such an outstanding achievement, I think you're owed an extra treat. We have this party, of course - but that's every year, isn't it? So, I thought 'Why not something special?' As I'm sure you know,  we have a yearly preview of our new products and services; every year, with our board of directors and various investors. We film it. We send it out a few days later in our monthly email to all of our employees; showing you just a taste of what Gradient has in store. But this year... We have our presentation ready; right now, right in this room, for all of you. Of course, our cameras in the back-" He points them out. "-are filming this, to show to our board; but you, Sirocco, get to see our yearly Gradient Showcase, live in person!" He claps again. Some follow suit. A projector screen descends behind him. "Yes, it's quite a privilege, of course. But more than that,  we may even have a few free samples of our New products for after the party, so make sure to stick around!" This time, a bit of excitement picks up in the crowd, and he smiles, nodding to them. "Now, without further ado, let's get this show on the road and really show you what Gradient has to offer in the new year!" He pulls up a remote from his pocket, wielding it in his other paw, pointing it up at the projector on the ceiling pressing a button. The projector doesn't turn on. Wolf tilts his head hardly an inch. Pressing the button again. Still nothing. "...Apologies, everyone, we seem to be having a few... technical--" The spotlights gradually move away from the cat, traveling downstage stopping on an empty spot. Nothing there. The crowd murmurs. "...Excuse me, ...lights? Could I ask who's running the li--" The illuminated space on the stage twinkles with yellow lights, flitting about like fireflies. "I'm sorry, could... ...someone check...the..." The lights crackle audibly, as they begin to form together. Growing brighter more colorful. A drumroll echoes, not coming from any speakers. Blinding light forms a shape sparking. Some stand up from their tables. Most stay seated. It must be part of the presentation. The light dissipates in one final flash. The audience gasps. A body drops from the light, nearly falling as it lands unsteadily on its feet. A bipedal balloon dog. With a painted-on face, that still somehow animates: A Flexin. This one, only three or four feet tall. Bright teal, with patterns of white and gold. A yellow halo bobbing above its head, with tiny, matching wings floating behind its back. A spiked collar around its neck. Silver, with sky blue points.  Its leg is dangerously leaking air. Disembodied, cartoonish fanfare plays once the flexin spawns in. Confetti drops across the stage. Both recede into nothing within a moment. The projector flicks on, blinding the balloon dog. It raises its hand in front of its face to block the light, but it shines straight through, tinted by the flexin's translucent surface. It stumbles a step to the side. Dazed. Shaky breath. Barely upright. Looking out at the audience. "........Sss... Sa... lem...?" It collapses with a dull squeak. Bones's eyes are open, ever-so-slightly. It doesn't remember how long they have been. They scan across the room. Stale walls. Curtains across a window; dark outside. Chair to the side. Television on the wall in front. Machines... beeping nearby. Hospital room. It must've survived the fall. But- It tries to sit up, only to twitch with pain. Its leg hurts. And its arm is caught on something. It checks. An IV, plugged into- No, it's- It looks almost like an air pump, or condenser of some kind. The sort you might use to fill up tires, but more... medical. On a stand. why would- It raises its arm carefully. It stares at the balloon-like      arm. Plastic, or PVC, or something thinner. It doesn't know much about- But this can't be its arm. It might move when it tries to move its arm, Bones might be able to feel it, but that can't be its arm. It checks the clock on the bedside table. It's 12:48 AM. There's a phone on the same stand, but it's just far enough away that it'd need to get Out of the hospital bed to reach it. It can figure all this out. This likely isn't real, anyway.