m!a: human, 1 day
ooc: im not entirely sure what you mean by 1 day, so instead it’ll be a standard 10 asks thingy <:]
[ Sammy was hanging out in Sniper’s camper van, kicking his legs as he daydreamed, when all of a sudden- ]
His hat suddenly felt much heavier on his head, uncomfortably so. And to make matters worse, everything felt so incredibly cold.
It got up, taking off its hat and tightly holding on to the crocodile plushie he kept hidden underneath it. And he took a step forward. And sucked in air through its teeth as his body stung with every step he took.
“Ow- ow- owie- ow- AGH!!”
Soon it got quite irritating, and he looked down at his body to see what the problem was.
…oh. He doesnt remember being fleshy. This was certainly something. The duct tape that once held his robotic body together have since been replaced with gauze bandages protecting his wounds. He figured that since he was already patched up, it wasn’t something to worry about. He was far more concerned about his lack of a hat and how cold everything felt.
He slowly made his way over to the closet, and put on the biggest, puffiest sweater and pants combo he could find, along with stealing one of Sniper’s hats and putting it on its own head, hiding the plushie underneath it.
He looked at himself in the reflection of one of the van’s windows, and smiled at how much he looked like his dad.
