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Your tail. You never really knew how to feel about it. Although many of your classmates and monsters had tails themselves, you thought of yours to be rather abnormal. The tail you possess wasn’t like Catti’s, or Noelle’s. Not cute or fuzzy, but thin and sharp. Most days, you would tuck it beneath your favourite belt that held up your beaten down trousers, despite the irritation to your skin and the mild discomfort. Anything to keep it hidden right?

Noelle’s was cute and fluffy, like a tiny bunny. You’d see it twitch happily occasionally during a lecture, her smart head so involved in a topic Professor Alphys was talking about. Catti’s too; despite her being so reserved and having a rather downcast view on her classes, her tail was thick and bushy that would occasionally swish elegantly behind her. She never appreciated you staring though. God, even Berdly’s seemed to be better than yours. It was subtle and a precious shade of blue that you wish you weren’t jealous of.

Ancestors decades and centuries before you apparently shared this feature of yours, your parents would always tell you. An appendage sharp and quick like a whip, a sickly teal in colour, decorated in resilient scales that occasionally shed like that of a lizard (or Jockington). A not-so-fond memory of your rear was when you had accidentally whipped your classmate Kris Dreemurr in the sand box back in year 4. You had a sinking feeling that they never really forgave you for it, but you never talked enough to fact check it.

Telling people about this insecurity of yours simply wasn’t a possibility. Why would you want to tell anyone about what makes you feel so alien amongst everyone else? Although, striking this concept to your friend Susie, if you could even call her that, doesn’t seem overly horrendous, yet not something you were willing to do. Susie doesn’t even have a tail, she wouldn’t understand you, so why would you bother trying.

Learning to come to terms with your body took a lot of effort. It’s tiring. If you couldn’t love it, who would?

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Weekends leave as fast as possible it seems. Friday’s feel like a breath of cold, fresh air on a hot day, but Monday comes by so quick like a cruel slap to a delicate cheek. School was never your thing, but seeing Susie made your days a little bit brighter.

Susie used to be a nasty girl quite a bit ago. She would shove innocent pupils into lockers and threaten to take away their lunch money, you’d even seen her throw Kris up against a locker before they became friends. Wonder what happened for those two to become so close? Could you be jealous? Maybe. But of what? Susie had never been super tight with you, she’s merely an acquaintance. Sometimes she’ll occasionally eat a pencil of yours or tell you some stupid joke, but besides that, there’s nothing else to say.

Wandering thoughts are interrupted by the beginning of your biology class, all on photosynthesis. How fun.

Nothing went in that lecture. In the corner of your eye, you kept seeing Susie trying to actively eat pieces of her book, God knows why she thinks it tastes good. Typically, Susie sits beside Berdly in your science classes, so often she’s paired up with him for group projects despite her dismay. Yet today, for a strange and probably abhorrent reason, Berdly’s seat remained empty. Hopefully he’s not dead or whatever.

Daydreaming about anything other than the work was your pasttime. That bubble was soon burst by a rough tap on your shoulder.

“Psst, hey! Berdly’s not in.. so uh… think you’re with me?” Susie mentions to you, her sharp golden teeth spread into a friendly smile. You had no idea what you were pairing up for, but you couldn’t bitch about it.

“Oh, this for a group project?” you question, due to your lack of attention paid all class.

Susie grins.

“Dunno. Just means we get to hang though.”

Two beams spread across both of your faces. Mischief may or not be your calling. After class is wrapped up, you wander out of your classroom and feel a heavy thud cover both of your shoulders. Guess who.

“Hey! Don’t run away from me so fast!”

Susie has tossed her arm across your shoulders and is using you as her little armrest. You half expected her to start scrubbing the top of your head like they do in movies.

“How about.. you, me, computer lab to do this uh… project?” Susie suggests, removing her body weight from your frame.

“Sure, is 5 good?” you reply, stablising yourself from the sudden lightness of Susie’s arm leaving your shoulders.

“Hell yeah, WE are getting a D on this. See you later!” Susie chuckles, her yellow eyes squeezing shut in her moment of laughter. You watch her with your own as she makes her way down the hall, high fiving some random as she passes by.

Yeah. You’re definitely getting an F.

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Susie was a tad bit late to the library. A forgivable 5 minutes. You, found yourself comfortable at a desk with a computer in front of you, alongside a blue chair beside you for Susie.

In your case, you had shown up early to the library, just to get some prior research done. Instead of actually looking at the needed biology papers, you spent that 20 minutes of extra time looking at different mutations of your tail, wondering if there’s any way to alter or change it.

I mean, if you saved up enough money maybe you could-

“Hey dude!”

The rate you jumped at could have taken your skin off. Never in your life had you tried to click off of a tab faster.

“What were you looking at?” Susie asks suspiciously, gaining steps towards the computer you were going to share later on. Right as she gets close enough, you shut down the tab.

“Nothing important. Let’s get started.” you mumble dismissively, frustrated at how flustered and worked up that had made you. What if she saw something? What if she doesn’t wanna work with you anymore?

Thoughts bloomed in your head like flowers in the peak of spring, faster than you could surpress them. Despite this, you worked on your project to the best of your ability.

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An hour passed. How much work did you get done? Barely a page. What did Susie think you both accomplished? Weeks worth of work. Then again, Susie is proud of herself for getting a D in her tests, so you can’t really expect much else.

“We got so much done man!! We’re definitely getting a high grade on this project!”

“Susie, we still have like, 8 whole pages left to research and write up. I don’t know about a high grade.” you say, giggling slightly amidst your words.

“Yeah! And we’ll get it done!” Susie responds enthusiastically. She has a lot of hope. You have to admire it.

A girl like Susie, who used to be so full of anger and resentment, now filled to the brim with newfound hopes and dreams, bursting with hope and aspirations for her future. Maybe she could teach you a thing or two about determination.

Finding yourselves walking around hometown enjoying the warm breeze was pleasant. You’d never really had the chance to hang out with Susie like this. Deep down you still were afraid of her, considering her old, more dislikable personality. But she seemed in no real rush to go home. Perhaps, she genuinely enjoyed your company?

Come 8pm, as the sun is beginning to make its orange descent beneath the horizon, the two of you catch yourselves on a bench before the lake.

The sky paints itself in the prettiest shades of cotton candy pink and vibrant orange. Clouds cluster either side of the burning orb, softening the intensity of the blur of colours that reflect off of your faces. It’s tranquil. Rather.. perfect. The silence that sits between you both is comfortable. It doesn’t feel sharp or out of place, more like it’s supposed to be there. Out of the blue, Susie breaks the silence.

She asks rather carefully rather than full of her usual energy.

“So… what were you searching up before I showed up..?”

A beat of silence. Can you trust her with your secret?

“I..”

“You don’t have to tell me-“

“No- no.. it’s just.. I haven’t told anyone about it before.”

Susie blinks at you for a moment and waits for your continuation patiently.

“I don’t.. like my tail.” you manage to push out, the words feeling uncomfortable and foreign on your tongue.

Susie sits forwards and places her elbows on her knees.

“You have a tail?”

You nod slowly, trying your hardest not to look into her eyes.

“That’s awesome.”

Her comment breaks the fight with yourself to not look over at her.

“Don’t look so stumped! Lots of people have tails. It’s super cool. Do you hide it or something? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it, or properly at least.” Susie subtly pries, hoping you’ll open up to her.

“I don’t- exactly like it. It’s long and- and sharp. Not soft and friendly like Noelle’s or.. or Temmie’s.. yknow?” you mutter dejectedly, interlocking your fingers and placing them in the comfort of your lap.

Another beat passes between you two. The silence grinds at your gut, filling you with a hint of regret before it’s broken again.

“I have a tail too.” Susie gently utters.

“You do?”

“Yeah. I tuck it into my trousers.”

“Why?” you question her.

“Dunno.. I think it makes me look weak.” She won’t look at you anymore.

“I don’t think you could ever be seen as weak Susie.”

Her golden eyes meet yours. Admiration and confusion swirl around in them like glitter in a crystal ball. It’s an expression you’ve never seen on her pretty face before. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’ve always been super tough, people look up to you now, even despite how.. well.. mean you used to be to lots of people. They understand you now. A tail wouldn’t change how people view you.”

“Shouldn’t you think the same about yourself?” Susie offers your own advice to you. It stumps you. “Mhm, yeah, how you like them apples? Look.. I guess showing my tail wouldn’t change the way people look at me… and Hell is it uncomfortable keeping it inside my pants all day. Does it not discomfort you too?”

A soft nod of your head.

“Hm, thought so. People like me and you shouldn’t have to live in discomfort or fear of other people not accepting or judging us. It’s not fair. We deserve that sunshine too. Here-“ Susie stands up from her position on the bench to adjust her pants. Before you know it, a sweet, scaled purple tail slithers out the back, giving a slight shiver in the newfound breeze. It’s smaller than you had anticipated.

“It hasn’t fully grown yet, so I guess- I guess that’s why I don’t want it to be shown, incase I lose my reputation. But hey- why would that matter?”

“I think its sweet Susie, and- it wags too?” you snicker, watching her tail slowly speed up in response to your words.

“Hey! N-no it doesn’t!! Does yours??” she desperately tries to turn the conversation on you, her lilac cheeks bleeding a pretty shade of pink.

“I suppose it does..” you admit, placing your finger on your chin to mimic thinking.

“Let me see.” Susie demands playfully, moving closer towards you until you’re backed against the armrest of the bench.

“Hey!”

“Show me!” Susie laughs, practically falling on top of you. Caught in this compromising position, the both of you quickly feel your cheeks burn with fire before scrambling off of each other. Amisdt this, you realise your own tail had began to slip out among this rough and tumble.

Susie brushes off her shirt after a difficult battle of clambering off of you. You remain seated, fixing up your own clothing before clearing your throat.

“That’s one awesome tail dude.” Susie folds her arms before you, looking down appreciatively.

“Stop looking!” you fight back, but you cannot help the warm smile that’s infecting your lips.

“It’s like sharp and long! That’s sick!! Mine’s just short and purple.”

“Cmon it’s so much more than that! We’re like- so alike?”

Belly laughing together brings you out of your own discomfort, alongside Susie’s. Once your fit of giggles passes, you find yourselves once again in that delectable silence, not awkward, just still as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the town in pretty blues and blacks.

“Mm, I think we should go in with our tails on show tomorrow.” Susie suggests, her arm propping her head up against the bench.

“I think we should too, oh- and getting that project finished. I don’t want a D.”

“A D isn’t a bad grade!”

“Whatever you say Susie.”

The waves of the water splash against the sand as your tails wag in newfound joy of self discovery.

Maybe you can get used to this, used to Susie and her shenanigans.

And maybe, just maybe, you can learn to love what you once hated.

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