[MORBIT, noncanon] Cobalt Goes to the Doctor - 2020 (external link)
[CW: Medical, Needles, Mentions of Death]
Lens assesses Cobalt's Ravenous condition.

Dewdrops - 2020 (external link)
[CW: Unreality]
What if stories were real? Kind of.

[MORBIT] The Glass Tweedler - 2021 (external link)
[CW: Reproduction (plantlike/asexual), Death, Pet Death]
A team of scientists discovers an odd-looking bird...

The Mindforge - 2021
No CWs
Two friends explore a groundbreaking piece of new technology.

Breakout - 2022
[CW: MEDICAL, VIOLENCE, DEATH]
A laboratory experiment wakes up for the first time.

[MORBIT] The Bots & the Bugs - 2023
A couple has a bit of an argument on Forge night.

[MORBIT] Sore Loser - 2023
[CW: UNREALITY, DEATH, PERSONALITY LOSS]
Lens is asked what the most dangerous TCP is. The answer may surprise you...

[MORBIT] How Do Those Taste - 2023
Two coworkers have an interesting culinary discussion.

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4/4/316- Alias

Inhale, exhale. Oxygen in, carbon dioxide out. It was something that a lot of species did, not all of them, but a lot. A necessary function for life, something that if fucked with, could lead to serious problems if not outright death.

TCPs were one of those species that didn’t need to breathe, and the only way Alias knew what it could possibly feel like at all was through reading countless medical articles and overly descriptive prose on people’s fiction pages. 

So why did Alias feel like they were choking?

Maybe they were different, and this was something they were actually capable of after all, just like crying. Maybe shorthair type TCPs secretly had a pair of lungs somewhere in their body and just, absorbed air through their skin or something, and it wasn’t enough, and they were slowly suffocating to death and that’s what was causing this horrible feeling of being crushed to death. Their eyes weren’t supposed to be able to make tears and yet here they were, watching horrible yellow-orange globs of fluid pour out of the corners as they trembled in front of the mirror, unable to stop any of it from coming out. It was all too much, and they tried to wipe it away, into the sink at the very least, keep it from making a mess of the floor…

Okay, okay. Relax. Breathe. Wait, no, breathing, that’s the whole problem, they don’t know whether they can breathe or not, is it a real, physical thing they’re capable of, or is it just another fucked up metaphor people use for “relax, chill your shit, stop freaking out!” They’d rather people just outright tell them to chill out at that point, because at the very least they wouldn’t have an existential crisis over whether they have organs in there or not-

They pat at their chest, getting nothing but a solid thump in return. Completely unhelpful. They don’t even know why they did that. It’s not like they know what whacking lungs sounds like, that’s probably not even a medical procedure...they need like, x-rays for that kind of thing, and it’s not like they have cash for that. Maybe if they pushed critter sales...no, stupid idea. They are not working themself extra just to find out whether they have lungs. Cmon.

They grip the edge of the sink with one paw, their now fully exposed left eye dribbling fluid freely into the basin. Get your shit together, Alias. It was just a stupid video, thirty seconds tops, not even a full minute long. 

But it sounded like her. It sounded like her voice. 
 
  
Their voice is getting louder now and they’re trying to stop themself, and they know that the sound they’re making is a choke, even if it’s not the act of choking, because nothing about what they are makes any goddamn sense, and they’re just, it’s just-

They hear a notification from the other room, somehow, nearly falling off of their step stool- they must have accidentally bumped their headphone cable out of the computer when freaking out for it to be that audible from here. They fumble for the hand towel and shove their face into it, holding it there as they shuffle down the stool and towards their room. 

There’s a message from Remmy.
 
 
They hesitate, paws over the touchpad.
 

Alias snickers a bit, unable to help themself.
 

Huh.

They aren’t crying anymore.

How about that.

You awaken to a cloudy sky, lines of plastic buildings looming above you. The ground beneath you feels moist to the touch and hard, your mind letting you know that it's asphalt.

It's cold, and you get the sense that it's winter.

You try to get your bearings.

What kind of toy are you?

What is the first emotion that you can place?

What is a vague memory from a time before now?