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Wip :3 tummy endo

I’ll bet it was a mushi

Your friend you couldn’t tell anybody about. The person you confided in every day you got home off a shitty shift. You left food out for them every night and topped off a dish of fresh water for them every morning. And now they’re gone.

At first, you thought you’d scared them off. Maybe they moved? They always mentioned how they shouldn’t interact with humans- it made sense.

No, what got you was the sudden presence of more of them. You heard a different cadence in the scuttling in your walls. The subtle scraping of the little furniture they’d put together in there. People were moving their things. The barely-audible muffled cries confirmed your suspicions that it was probably someone close to them.

One night, about a week after, you’re mindlessly cleaning the kitchen. Wiping the same spots over and over. You still haven’t stopped putting food out, despite the pile staying the same size. It was going to mold at this rate. You’d have to toss it.

Getting up with your hands full, you manage to bash your head on a cabinet you had opened. Boxes of cereal and various other goods fall- but one of the thuds you hear on the countertop is noticeably more organic than the rest.

Another borrower- you’d probably shaken them loose from their perch- who’d been watching you from the knotholes in your cabinet doors. They look like your friend, sort of. Same size and build- though, obviously, their face, skin and hair color are all different. Possibly a friend saying some final goodbyes.

Muzzle hugs are a bit confusing.