Another Way [Pokémon Mystery Dungeon / OC Isekai]

Another Way [Pokémon Mystery Dungeon / OC Isekai]
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Sue, a lowly comp-sci student with no knowledge of Pokémon, must persevere within their world after waking up as a Gardevoir. With the locals and their language completely alien to her, even the refuge she receives feels uncertain.

Local deities invading her dreams and using her as a pawn don't help, either.

As Sue uncovers this world's scarred history, her god-mending task becomes increasingly clear, as does its difficulty. Despite that, and her limited grasp of her own powers, she keeps trying, for her goal remains the same.

To survive and make it home, no matter what.



Xenofiction Mystery / Slice of Life, told from the perspective of someone with no Pokémon knowledge at all. Major themes include self discovery, xenophobia, overcoming guilt, and forging one's own fate against all odds or powers that be.
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Chapter 1: Duress

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Location
Scotland
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She/Her

Cover art by the wonderful @anthrodyniacoms on Twitter!​


Chapter 1: Duress


Ow...

Sue's body ached as she tried to breathe, each strained gasp pushing her closer to awareness. More and more senses chimed in by the moment, coming together to paint a picture of her immediate surroundings—one that only fueled her growing anxiety.

The smell of wet grass and dirt from up close, cold mud covering her left side, no sounds except for distant forest ambiance. She must've gotten knocked out by... something, and spent the last however long lying unconscious in some puddle. Trying to remember what happened before all this yielded nothing, which didn't help any.

She was making her way through a hiking trail, looking around for a place to sit down and eat lunch. There was a loud bang some distance away, and then...

...this.

There was always a risk of unexploded ordnance in the area, but she doubted this was it. If she'd been close enough for an old bomb to knock her out, she would've been close enough to take enough shrapnel to her body to not wake up ever again.

Pleasant mental imagery right there.

Regardless of what exactly had happened, Sue was awake now. Birds were chirping and leaves were rustling, so she had to still have been in the woods. Which just left getting up, checking her body for injuries, walking through the rest of the trail, and reporting this whole… blast event to the authorities.

And getting a bath. God, could she use a bath right now.

Well, no time like the present.

With a painful grunt, Sue took in a deep breath and placed her right hand on the ground for leverage, before rolling onto her stomach and pulling in her legs—

"AGH!" Sue shrieked at the cold shock that went through her body in response. It felt like she'd gotten freezing water splashed on her, forcing her to finally open her eyes.

And scream at what she saw.

A massive red spike jutted out of her chest, its tip stained with fresh mud. Sue froze before attempting to push herself onto her back and get a better view of the grotesque piece of shrapnel—and felt the same freezing shock from behind, shrieking involuntarily. She couldn't spot the source of the painful sensation no matter how hard she'd craned her head, making her try to reach behind her shoulders and probe what was happening back there—only to freeze at the sight before her.

This was not a human arm.

It was... green, a muted shade of green, its forearm wide and much thicker than the unnervingly thin upper arm. It had three short, muddied, fingernail-less fingers, the middle one sticking out further than the other two. Fearful of what she might see, Sue attempted to clench her right hand, and the unnatural limb in front of her obeyed. The rightmost finger bent at an angle, akin to a thumb, as the malformed hand turned into an equally off-putting fist.

The sensations of her thumb, index, and middle fingers rubbing against mud and each other brought on a horrifying realization that she tried to fight off. A glance down revealed that this spike and these monstrous hands weren't the only things that were utterly, horribly wrong. The body she was looking at was not human, and definitely not hers. Breasts being gone was the least of her worries. The sight below her waist was particularly hard to wrap her head around.

What are… these?

Her legs were thin and white, feet hard to make out and with no toes. They were obscured by many flaps of white and green skin, the colors matching the rest of her body. They were smeared with mud, long enough to go past her ankles, and originated from somewhere at the waist.

Sue had no idea what kind of bizarre alien body she was hallucinating, but it was just that; it had to have been just that, just some vicious nightmare! She just had to wake up, and she'd be alright—

Her thoughts were cut off by a gust of frigid wind, felt by her entire body. Her legs, her midriff, her three-fingered hands, the buffeting skin flaps brushing against every inch of her skin. Even the spike joined in on the fun with a reprise of its cold shocks, leaving her shaking. The wind also helped Sue notice a sight her brain had blocked out as effortlessly as it did her nose—a lock of green hair covering the center of her vision, stiff enough for the gusts of wind to only briefly sway it.

"Whghat—GHA!" she tried to mutter, before choking on her own tongue. Not even her mouth was right, its different dimensions unfamiliar and off-putting, making her clench her eyes closed again.

This can't be happening, this can't be happening, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

Any semblance of having a grip on the situation faded by the moment as her breaths turned shallower and faster, the barraging wind soon picking up the warm tears leaking down her cheeks. But this wasn't her body, her arms, her cheeks, none of this was hers, none of this was real! It wasn't her; it couldn't have been her; this was some Area 51 escapee whose eyes she was seeing out of! She had a future ahead of her—a shaky one, yes, but a future all the same!

She couldn't be this, this freakish creature…

Sue curled up as she wept in panic, not even the wind giving her any reprieve. She had done nothing to deserve any of this, especially not this body she had found herself in. The inability to recall just what had caused this only fueled her despairing rage, expressed ineffectually through slamming a deformed hand against the muddy forest floor. Soon enough she'd lost track of how long she laid there, with only mud and wind keeping her company. Despair and anger burned up inside her until there was only ashen numbness left, numbness and surrender.

Guess she was a freak of nature now. Some incoherent alien out of a video game, doomed to die in here—

No.

Her body tensed up at the thought, a snarl twisting her expression. She might not have had anyone to live for anymore, but she'd promised herself that she would carry on and make the most of her situation, regardless of circumstances. Granted, she didn't foresee 'getting transformed into a mutant' as a possible circumstance when she made that promise, but it didn't matter; she was stronger than this, goddammit!

Dad would've wanted me to be, at least.

Sue opened her eyes, capitalizing on her surge of anger-fueled motivation as she tried supporting herself on her right hand again. Her muscles screamed in protest, but eventually yielded as she pulled her legs in and put the other arm to use. Very muddy, very sore, but an ultimately successful position on all fours.

Halfway there.

She took in the sight of her new arms as she gathered her strength. The sheer size disparity between their parts was unnerving, making her feel even more deformed than she no doubt already looked. Any further observations could wait, though—it was time to actually get up.

With deep breaths, she counted to three. After bracing for whatever might happen, she pushed herself up and rose into a kneeling position, legs wobbling painfully underneath. For a moment, she worried if they'd be able to support her weight, given with how thin they were. There was only one way to know for sure, though. Sliding one leg forward, Sue looked around for anything she could lean on in the immediate vicinity, with a nearby tree looking like it'd perform that task splendidly.

Don't fail me, tree.

Sue grunted, pushing on the ground as hard as she could as she brought the other foot into position—at least for a moment—before losing her balance. A few stumbled steps later, she'd managed to half lean on, half run into the tree she had previously sized up.

Thankfully, the laws of physics did not spontaneously break in those ten seconds, and the tree held. She also avoided running into it spike-first, which, if earlier was anything to go by, would hurt a lot.

Breath by breath, Sue slowly regained her bearings, legs aching with each little movement. Her arms shook, but held the tree firmly, giving her ample time to think through her next steps. Getting back to the trail was a straightforward enough goal to start with—though, judging by her recent experiences, she doubted it'd be any less of a struggle than scraping herself off the ground had been.

The questions about what would happen afterwards didn't arrive anywhere pleasant, either. Anyone she ran into would be unlikely to react to her new appearance any better than she had. And, if the difficulty of basic movement was any clue, this body was about as suited for combat as that of an infant. If anyone, or anything, got aggressive with her in this state, she was as good as dead.

Maybe the green coloration meant that she was poisonous now? Not that it would help her while being attacked, but she'd take them down with her at least, eh?

Eh…

If she wanted to avoid getting shot by the first outdoorsman she ran into, she would have to convince them she was an actual person. Her previous attempt at speaking didn't go well, but the situation demanded persistence. Not that she had any other choice, anyway.

With a deep breath, she felt around the inside of her mouth out before giving speaking another go—

"Mhy n-nhame ish Shue."

Far from ideal, but at least she wasn't choking on her own tongue anymore, and was somewhat understandable, she hoped. A few more attempts at speaking yielded the same results. Her new mouth was just different enough to make vocalizing the exact sounds she wanted a royal pain, especially when tired. And hungry.

The chaos of realizing she was in a whole new body distracted her from many sensations, chief among them hunger and coldness. They weren't the only ones, though, far from it—and she had barely any idea how to describe some of them.

It felt like something in her body was being tugged from all around. Each individual tug was so faint she wasn't even sure it was there, but they combined into something she could sense clearly. They varied in intensity and... the emotion they gave off, as incoherent as that sounded when stated out loud. The more she concentrated, the more of these tugs she sensed. There were too many of them to investigate them all, but she could at least try to focus on the ones that stood out the most, and hopefully figure out if they meant anything.

Something distant in the direction she was facing... maybe angry?

Another, way off to her right, afraid? Thrilled?

The sensations were almost beyond description. Sue could feel emotions in them, but they weren't her emotions. It was almost as if they existed on their own, independent from anything physical.

Curiosity, nearby. No, not just nearby, right behind her—

Sue gasped, looking over her shoulder. The small clearing was as empty as it had been earlier, aside from a sparrow or some other small bird sitting on a nearby low branch, eying her out.

I know, birdie, I look like I took a bath in nuclear waste…

Guess the weird tugging sensations were nothing important. She'd probably just hallucinated them in her exhaustion, assuming her mind was unchanged between the two bodies. Sue really, really hoped that assumption held true. Though, considering she wasn't craving brains or whole human bodies, it most likely did, thank God.

The only thing worse than taking the body of a monster would've been becoming one.

With a sigh, somewhere between reassured and distraught, Sue braced herself for another attempt at walking, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Balancing on what were essentially just two points proved tricky, much trickier than walking should be—but somehow, not impossible. Hopefully, she could maintain a regular pace, however sluggish.

All that remained now was grabbing her bag and heading out on a trek… home. Hopefully.

Returning to normalcy in a body like this was out of the question, but catching the interest of some government agency or another beat trying to live as what was essentially a cryptid. Especially with this body having traded any ability for self-defense for... uh... yeah. With how useless she now was, there had to have been much less risk of being experimented on, right?

The world's thinnest silver lining didn't help much as Sue looked around in search of her bag. There were no traces of it around, nothing but a monster-shaped imprint in mud and some shrubs. She knew all that trying to shove her ID into someone's face would accomplish was making them think she got eaten by this pale, spindly thing, but she needed it all the same—even if only for when the authorities found her.

I have to find that fucking bag, my life might depend on it.

The extra motivation was enough to get Sue moving again after her long pause. She only barely maintained her balance as she pushed forward, one step at a time. The resulting march was slow and painful, legs aching as if she'd run a mile—and it would be at least half a dozen of those before she'd make it back to the nearest town…

Refusing to let that fact settle in, Sue kept going in her now alien body, one step at a time. Each one a minor achievement considering the circumstances, but an achievement she'd need many of if she wanted to get anywhere. A visual scan of the nearby area only confirmed what she'd already feared—her bag was still nowhere to be seen. Hopefully, making it back onto the trail and backtracking from there would help her find it. If it was a blast that had knocked her out, her bag couldn't have been too far away.

Though… Sue remembered wearing it before all this happened. Considering she got turned into something halfway between a Martian and a cryptid, her tattered memory was obviously insufficient. Then again, it was the only thing she still had. Not even her clothes—

The abrupt realization made Sue freeze as she processed the fact that she was, in fact, naked. There was no trace of her purple tee on her or the surrounding ground, and the same went for the rest of her outfit. Guess the clothes-likeness of these weird flaps must've deceived her consciousness into thinking they were an actual dress or something.

She wasn't just a monster, but a naked monster. At least she didn't have any breasts to be hanging out for everyone to see anymore, but considering the circumstances, having yet another bit of humanity taken away from her wasn't a particularly uplifting realization.

Gritting her teeth, Sue pushed on with renewed vigor, trying to distract herself from another breakdown. Pain worked just as well for that as anything else, but as she marched on, wincing every other step, it soon became apparent that even her cobbled-together plan would have a spanner thrown into it. She was sure she'd at least be able to spot the path from the nearby hill, but it wasn't anywhere in sight. What she did spot, though, was much scarier.

There was a small group of what looked like gray wolf pups off in the distance—something she'd rather stay well away from even in her usual body, let alone this freakish one. Thankfully, they didn't notice her, allowing for a hasty-ish escape in the opposite direction.

Hope the path isn't that way…

Left with nowhere to go aside from 'forward,' Sue focused inward, splitting her attention between the indistinct forest ahead and the extremely distinct body she now inhabited. The more she examined the jutting red spike on her chest, the more she doubted it was just some piece of shrapnel. It wasn't bloodied, it had a somewhat regular shape, and it didn't hurt when left undisturbed.

Sue took it upon herself to verify that last observ—ow. Guess it really was the spike itself that hurt when touched, its sensations feeling like they came simultaneously from her chest and her spine. She reached a hand behind her shoulders, confirming her earlier hunch about there being another, likely identical spike sprouting from her back.

All of that only raised more questions—what kind of creature would just naturally grow extremities like that? What was their purpose, even? Could be the answer was just 'some mad scientists made it this way just to spite her', which, while unsatisfying, was as good as anything she'd arrive at through idle pondering. If nothing else, she could at least secure a double kill if she ran into something chest first.

After chuckling at her morbid thought, Sue shifted her attention to her oddly shaped arms. They looked misshapen, and she was curious about why that was; feeling along her right forearm with her left hand.

God, these fingers are so off-putting, why do they not have fingernails!?

As she examined her new body, a couple of things quickly became apparent. One: the forearm was just… wide and thin like that; there wasn't any fatty padding anywhere. And two: this skin was smooth. Guess it was expected with her not having any body hair at all anymore, but the utter pleasantness of it all still caught her off guard. Her new superpower, being nice to the touch except for the painful spike thing.

Yay.

Her torso caught Sue's attention as she glanced down at her lower half. The green skin on the sides of her chest and the arms made it look like some sort of cardigan. If nothing else, it at least fit into the theme of this alien body looking clothed. Her midriff was also… really, really thin. She was far from overweight back in her human self, but this body almost looked like it was being bound with an invisible corset. Curiously, it didn't have a belly button, either.

Before Sue could ponder any further, an abrupt yank interrupted her. She tripped, only barely catching herself from falling before looking over her shoulder. The culprit turned out to be a small, prickly shrub, a small patch of the green-white skin now hanging from it.

Guess that answered whether these flaps felt anything, and whether there was any magic in place that would make them not get stained with dirt and grime just by walking. Negative, and negative.

Fantastic.

Washing these wouldn't be a bad idea if she found a stream. Though, was there even a point to that, considering they'd just get dirty again in no time? Probably not, but if she had to be a monster, then at least she wanted to be a clean monster—

Above her, very alert.

Sue snapped her head upwards at the intense tugging sensation. Before she could even consciously process the feeling, the creature flying downwards towards her captured the entirety of her attention, making her stumble back with a gasp. Despite her major, Sue considered herself a relatively outdoorsy girl. She found most wild creatures neat, even if she knew well enough to avoid most of them. Butterflies were especially cute, fluttering from flower to flower with their many colors.

Butterflies half her size, however, were fucking terrifying—especially when they were buzzing at her. They might not have been known for being carnivorous, but Sue wasn't about to learn whether that fact extended to this mutated one.

She took off with a frightened shriek, running as fast as her deformed legs would allow. Which wasn't exactly fast, but thankfully the discount Mothra wasn't keen on following her, sending her off with a low buzz—not that there was enough non-panicking brainpower left in Sue's mind to notice that.

Her flight of fancy was cut short by the devious appearance of a tree root right in front of her, positioned perfectly to lay her out on the ground. Subconscious reflexes twisted her body to the side mid-fall, the spike spared from taking on the brunt of the impact.

It still hurt, though, a dull pain pulsing through her left side with every breath.

Judging by the lack of any further buzzing, flapping, or other animal noises more unnerving than birdsong in her immediate surroundings, she was in the clear now. She had absolutely no idea where in the woods she was anymore, how she would get back to the path, or even if she was still in the same forest to begin with. One thought, however, occupied her exhausted mind most of all.

What.

The fuck.

Was that.

Was her joke about having gotten dunked in nuclear waste true, and it happened to more than just her? Were there other mutants out there that wouldn't be so passive when confronted with defenseless prey? Did she have any chance to survive in what was increasingly turning out to be hell on Earth!?

She was gonna try no matter what—being eaten wasn't exactly on her bucket list—but the odds were growing more dire by the moment. There was always the possibility that the 'butterfly' was just a one-off freak, just like she presumably was, but… she had a feeling that wasn't quite it.

Speaking of feelings.

The sensation she felt right before that thing appeared, that tugging she'd initially dismissed… was it actually some kind of spider-sense? She could feel these tugs even right now, pointing all around and mostly too weak to make out. Did they point out threats? No, not threats, unless that bird near where she woke up was a threat. Maybe living creatures—wait, did that bird look normal? She couldn't quite recall.

'Sensing creatures larger than insects' sounded accurate enough. It would be an oddly specific ability if true, and she had absolutely no idea how it worked. Regardless of how little sense it made, though, it was likely to be her only saving grace here.

Behold the Spindle-Woman, whose power is being even more of a recluse than most computer science students.

The dry chuckles that followed only brought on more aching in her chest. A reminder to get up and going again if nothing else, lest something sneak up on her while she was enjoying the less pleasant kind of mud bath. Well, assuming her sixth sense worked how she thought it did, nothing would truly sneak up on her. Still, if anything fast enough ran up to her while she was still scraping herself off the ground, she was a goner either way.

Not that she could walk swiftly enough for that to stop being true even once she was on her way…

Let's just... get going and avoid everything that moves.

Sue winced every other step as she resumed her trek, the soreness not making for a good walking companion. It was that or getting eaten by whatever else might've lived here, but that awareness helped little by itself. A limp and keeping a mental watch for anything that moved made her already glacial pace slow down even further. Her magic sense didn't give her a way of distinguishing friend from foe, but she doubted she'd find many of the former in here, anyway.

What she ended up finding plenty of, mainly through an astonished realization followed by a stealthy getaway, were many more of those mutants, of all species and sizes. Caterpillars the size of her hand, slowly crawling along trees? Check. One-legged, red-eyed birds glaring at her every time she looked at them? Check.

Very poisonous looking purple rodents with fuck off big teeth scampering their way around? Check.

It seemed whatever messed her and that butterfly up had affected most of this place. Maybe that blast she heard was a biological weapon now sweeping its way through the forest? Sounded about as plausible as every other idea she'd had until now. No matter what had affected them, the resulting freaks were too small—or at least thought themselves too small—to try having a bite at her, much to her continued existence. In any sort of direct brawl, she was dead to everything that wasn't one of those harmless-looking green caterpillars.

And even that one would likely be a close matchup.

Eventually, growing hunger reminded Sue of its presence. The unpleasant sensation posed the question of what the hell this body even ate. Meat was out of consideration—she wasn't in the state to hunt any, plus without a fire she'd have to eat it raw and... no. Just no.

*stomach growl*

Not yet, at least.

That left either fruit or the relatively abundant greenery, but the latter wasn't arousing any more eagerness in her than raw meat. She'd have to forage for berries, maybe edible mushrooms, without any idea of what was poisonous to this body.

As she pondered through the ethics of checking the edibility of wild mushrooms through feeding them to these purple rats, something colorful caught her attention. It was stark enough to make her flinch before she could focus—peaches. Or, at least, something that looked like peaches. Sue had no idea whether whatever the hell had mutated this whole place had also affected the plants, but she wasn't gonna pass up possibly the only edible fruit in this entire forest.

As she stared hungrily at the treeful of goods, a problem presented itself, one she was very familiar with and which her transformation seemed to not have affected—she couldn't reach. Even the lowest branch was barely out of the range of her jump. If she still had her boots and gloves, or even just a body that didn't feel like it'd break on a whim, climbing up the tree would be an option, but alas.

No fucking way am I walking away from here empty-handed, not with my life on the line.

Looking around the forest floor, Sue soon found a large stick to enact her Plan B with. No matter how hard she whacked the branches, though, they just bent and refused to yield, quickly burning determination into frustration. She tried again and again, accomplishing nothing except tiring herself more and more.

Just break, GODDAMMIT!

Sue put all the strength she had left into one final thwack—and was rewarded. She barely dodged the falling branch with a quick backstep, before the entirety of her attention focused on the mouthwatering bounty hanging off it. It wasn't even the one she had initially aimed at, but that didn't matter.

She was famished by now, and there was a feast to be had.

It could've just been hunger and exhaustion meddling with her perception, but Sue swore these were the best peaches she'd ever had. Juices dripped down her chin as she wolfed them down one after the other, relief blooming in her with each bite. Eventually, she remembered to keep sensing for any critters creeping up on her.

Clear.

Back to eating now.

In no time, most of the branch was picked clean, and what was once fruit came blissful fullness. The delightful fruits felt like they'd relieved some of the constant aching filling her body—though that might've just been her sitting down and taking the weight off her legs. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, calming down as much as she could while keeping track of other living things around her.

There was some excitement a decent bit off to her left, but nothing else near.

Were these emotions she sensed... actual feelings of nearby creatures? It sounded like the most reasonable interpretation of that utterly incoherent ability. Huh, maybe that was it. Maybe she'd been unknowingly thrown into the panels of the first issue of Spindle-Woman and was just waiting for an equally absurd-looking villain to present themselves and toss several pages' worth of exposition at her.

Fantasizing these insane possibilities couldn't have been good for her mental state.

Sue turned her head skyward, trying to clear her mind. She could just about make out the sun's position through the treetops. Without cardinal directions, it was impossible to tell the exact time, but with how high the sun was, it had to have been close to noon. Which… made no sense.

It was around two PM when she had taken a break before—before all this must've happened. Yeah, this was likely the next day; explains why she was so hungry. She had to say, the local fauna were taking the changes like champs, no doubt helped by a lack of self-identity or higher thinking capacity. Plus, none of them seemed to have drawn the short end of the stick anywhere near as much as she had—

*bwoosh!*

The sudden blur dashing in front of her knocked Sue onto her back, taking her out of her idle pondering. Reflex made her twist her body to avoid landing on her spike as she tried to focus on a dark gray… fox? Wolf? Whatever it was, it had red accents in its fur, and—

"HEY!"

—and it was holding the branch with the remaining peaches on it in its mouth.

After some indistinct shouting in the creature's general direction, Sue had to call it for what it was—an embarrassing loss. Soft rattling filled the clearing after she'd kicked what was left of her bounty away, furious at the little shit for nabbing the rest of her meal. With how hard it was to get just one branch down, securing another was unlikely to be feasible.

On second thought, strutting around with a branchful of food and precisely zero capabilities for self-defense was asking for trouble, to put it lightly. It would let Sue finally achieve her dream of being a full walking meal, including dessert, for anything large enough to realize it could just run up to her and start chewing. And… so would staying here, right next to the abundant fruit tree.

Let's get moving.

At least her legs didn't ache as much anymore. Her mind immediately sprang to action, fantasizing about what might happen next on her way through the mutant forest. Maybe she'd be saved by some special forces that wouldn't gun her down on sight? Maybe she would see more of whatever had caused these mutations dropped on the surrounding landscape and black out again? Before her imagination could swallow her, a different tangent had caught her attention—a very unnerving one.

She didn't sense that off-black fox approach at all.

Whatever her tugging sense was, it was downright screaming at her when that butterfly showed up, but it remained dead silent this time. And it's not like it didn't work anymore; she still felt it pointing all around. Were there creatures she couldn't sense at all then? That would've been terrifying enough on its own with how frail she was, but this one was also fast—it could have easily caught up to her by now if it'd tried.

A mutant that not even the mutant-sensing mutation could sense, and fast enough to nibble all the meat off her legs before she could even try to kick them off.

Peachy.

With her speed disadvantage, her top priority was getting as far from the little dark-colored thing as possible. The peaches had helped with her hunger for sure, but they didn't come close to solving her thirst, making finding something to drink priority number two. And afterwards… the day might have still been relatively young, sunset a good few hours away at least, but securing a shelter was vital. With danger lurking around every corner, Sue was more than willing to play it safe on that front.

She wasn't sure how a shelter like that would even look. A natural cave would work, but those were likely to either be already inhabited, or worse—have their occupants not be immediately visible and crawl out at night to enjoy an alien-shaped takeout on their front porch. Served with extra mud and half-digested peaches.

There wasn't a whole ton as far as alternative choices went. Any burrow big enough to fit her would've similarly held something venomous, her claustrophobia aside. Trees weren't known for having the space for anything bigger than birds to sleep in either—not that climbing on one felt possible with how frail her body was to begin with.

Something more makeshift could work, like a tent made of leaves, similar to what she'd heard her scout friends describe when she was younger. Just had to take it steady, and hope that an answer would present itself.

The only other option was panicking, and she'd had enough of that one for a good while after her breakdown.

With her stomach filled, Sue's trek went by calmly. As she marched on, she realized some critters she'd seen earlier were pretty common. No-good purple rats, oversized green caterpillars, these disturbing brownish squirrels with perpetually full cheeks, and a few others seemed to be commonplace, which raised further questions.

Did every critter of the same species get mutated in the same way, and these overly-toothed rats all used to be the same species of forest mice? And, more urgently, did that mean that other humans in the vicinity also became whatever she was right now?

Sue wasn't sure which potential answer to that question filled her with more dread. The mental image of finding a friendly soul only for them to be just as powerless as her and dying together with her out here, or stumbling upon someone turned into something much more monstrous, much hungrier, and with much less of their humanity preserved.

Option A sounded less immediately terrifying, but it was nothing if not a close matchup.

Speaking of terrifying things, spiderwebs.

Sue didn't think herself an arachnophobe—at least, not a severe one. It wasn't fear as much as it was... wanting to keep a respectful distance between herself and spiders. All spiders. Thankfully, almost all she was ever treated to were the occasional landmarks of their presence. Glossy webs between flowers, in the bushes, or at the mouths of various small burrows.

NOT in between trees half a dozen feet apart, larger than her bed, and dense enough to immobilize her if she were to take a single step too far.

Sue inched backwards as her mind raced on—just what kind of spider was even capable of spinning something this big!? The question made her imagination feed her many a horrible sight, icy dread shooting down her spine. In hindsight, she probably shouldn't have expected spiders to be excluded from whatever had befallen this forest. She only had her own mind to thank for that, for trying to shield her already tenuous sanity from the thoughts about spiders the size of her head.

And then; she looked up.

Several of them hung motionless from the thick canopy above her. Light green bodies roughly the size of her pillow, red mandibles, venomous to all fuck no doubt. If she got caught or bitten by one of those things, she was a flappy goner—even if the markings on their backs looked like smiley faces.

Thankfully, despite what had to have been the loudest gulp in history, they didn't immediately all set upon her. After shuffling off to the side, Sue broke into the second panicked sprint of the day, only barely stopping herself from screaming in panic. She ran as fast as these spindly legs could carry her until her lungs refused to comply, forcing her down to a crawl. A nearby tree eventually let her body catch a breath—but not her mind, brain still going a mile a minute about what it just saw.

Her already tattered sense of psyche didn't appreciate this place also having massive, lethal, and likely predatory spiders. The prospect of sleeping anywhere that wasn't behind a multiple reinforced door suddenly became even less alluring—and so did just walking around for that matter, since death could come from above now.

Sue kept her pace down even after she'd recovered her breath. Partly because of exhaustion, but mostly because of wanting to pay closer attention to her mental senses, juuuust in case there was another of these spiders waiting on a nearby branch.

The resulting paranoia did not make for a particularly good walking partner.

Thankfully, she wouldn't end up running into any more sudden threats. The couple of creepier-looking insects were given a wide berth, thankfully uninterested in eating her flesh. A distant noise eventually caught her attention, the kind she recognized well enough to let herself get excited in response. Her eyes went wide, her steps gained an extra spring to them, her mind even sobered up from its fearful haze, the sound lighting a fire inside her.

Running water.

The stream was tiny, clear, and just deep enough to drink from. One quick check with her tugging sense later, she kneeled on the stream's bank and got to quenching her thirst, finding the water delightfully cold. The sixth sense warned her each time something approached down the river, making her back well off until it passed by.

A purplish serpent more than merited that response, but what followed it was much more… dubious. Sue could only blink as her newfound superpower warned her of a lily pad, of all things. Still, she backed off a step, eyes glued to the plant as she wondered if it would do anything but be an inanimate lifeform. It didn't.

With a clear stream came an opportunity to inspect her new body some more. The lock smack dab in the middle of her face kept close to her head as she stared straight down at her reflection, her attention immediately taken by the sight of her eyes. They were massive and fiercely red, and not even in the fun, stoner way. The eyes that, if she'd seen them on any other creature, she would've assumed it to be a demon.

Who knows whether that isn't what I really am right now. I sure don't feel like one, at least.

After she'd gotten over her infernal gaze, her attention shifted to the spikes on the sides of her head. Touching them revealed that these either were her ears, or that's how her brain interpreted them. Despite them sticking out a bit like this, she knew they could bend and lie flat against her head, letting her lie down on her side.

Trying to imagine how she would sleep if she could neither rest on her front, back, nor sides left Sue staring blankly off into the middle distance. Guess there was at least that bit of mercy in her situation.

With her thirst quenched and flaps rinsed off, Sue headed downstream. The tiny river gave her somewhere to go—it might've been only about three feet across and shallower than most kiddy pools, but it would lead to larger and larger rivers down the line and, eventually, a settlement. After all, that's where they got built. Paying a modicum of attention in her lower high history classes finally paid off. Though, not even her sneering teacher would've wished for that knowledge to become relevant under such dire circumstances.

Maybe I can even make it somewhere civilized by nightfall!

Alright, that was way too optimistic considering her track record so far. The moment of sobriety forced Sue to regain her cool, and put the warm hope back enough in her head to not burn her up in despair, but still close enough to keep her motivated. Eventually, she even stopped running away as critters swam down the stream beside her, though still kept a cautious eye over them and their emotions. Most of them were just curious and confused, fair enough, but a few were also… reassured by her presence, it seemed.

The only creature that could've conceivably been reassured by her current appearance was Marvin the Martian, and only because it meant he could find himself a mate.

Strangling the part of her brain responsible for mental imagery like that just became that much more tempting of an idea.

Despite wishing she had mental eyebleach on hand, Sue couldn't deny that the weird thoughts made the trek much less tedious. No matter how out there they were, they let her mind wander away from the bleak reality as the spindly creature she was controlling made its way forward on autopilot, only occasionally needing Sue to check her senses for any potential threats.

She sure didn't expect most of her march to be so peaceful, considering the sheer outlandishness of the creatures around these parts—not that she was complaining, of course. Guess since everything here was armed to the teeth with fangs, claws, or venom vicious enough to murder in one swipe, nothing wanted to be the initiator since it would get wrecked even if it won the scrap?

Mutually Assured, uh, Devouring.

Intense fear and thrill of the hunt, ahead and to her right, just as she pondered about nothing having tried to eat her during the day.

Sue's breathing sped up as she turned to make it across the body of water, away from the encroaching terror. As tame and shallow as the stream was, its coldness didn't help any, her thin legs numb as she tried to wade through it. Before she could worry about the potential of hypothermia, she realized that the hunting sensations were getting closer and closer, her eyes shooting wide. Her body broke into a sprint on its own as she climbed onto the other bank, mind barely paying attention to what she was even running into as she craned her head to keep track of the approaching chaos.

Hey, it's that dipshit fox thing that stole my peaches.

Whatever it was, it was running beside another fox. One much more eye-catching, bright yellow with a red tail tip and... ear fluff, a rather generous amount of it. If not for their situation, Sue would've stopped to consider the hygienic implications of such an unusual fur formation—but it had to take a far back seat in her mind for the time being.

Her entire focus was dedicated to running and panicking, and much the same was true of the foxes. Yellow one's mind was filled with enough terror to freak Sue out, and she wasn't even the one actively running for her life. The gray one continued to be silent on her inner radar, but a quick glance confirmed it was no less terrified than their companion.

The sight of their pursuer made her legs feel weak.

The spiders she'd previously seen filled her with dread, despite being immobile. This one was much bigger, much redder, and even had a horn to underline just how much one should not fuck with it. Quite a few too few legs, too, though that observation was quickly pushed aside.

Sue was not interested in joining its prey in getting eaten, narrowly dodging a tree before deciding to hide behind it and observe the rapidly ending chase. The tattered pieces of knowledge she remembered from her biology classes included spiders producing their web from their backs, not mouths—a fact that this one conveniently overlooked.

It struck true with a glob of silk from its mouth, knocking the two foxes onto their sides. It left them tangled and feebly trying to break the webs binding their limbs, screeches of fear from Sue's sixth sense turning almost deafening. The beast of a spider slowed down as it approached, savoring a successful hunt. Every part of Sue's body wanted to take off and run for the hills, run until she couldn't anymore, away from that beast—but she couldn't.

Feeling this tiny fox crying in fear for its life kept her from running. A deeply subconscious impulse she had no name for or comprehension of forced her to act, to do something, anything to help this little one in need. She tried fighting that impulse with every fiber of her being, tried to run away—but it wouldn't relent, forcing her to take the shakiest and most dreaded step in her life, toward strife.

The foxes were already making progress in breaking out of the webs. They likely just needed that beast to be distracted for a moment and they'd be on their legs again—just a moment of distraction, which Sue could provide.

Fortunately for her conscious decision-making, currently feeling like it was trapped in a car with a maniac flooring it against the traffic, even this inner impulse didn't force her to provide a distraction with her own body. A quick glance around her spotted a fist-sized stone, just right for the task at hand. She didn't expect to have enough strength in it to throw the pebble anywhere near as hard as it did, and certainly not enough to strike the fiend with any meaningful force—though she could only estimate the latter from the loud screech that followed.

She immediately ducked behind the nearest outcropping after committing to the throw, hoping beyond hope the insect would be too dumb to connect the dots. Mortal fear that saturated her sixth sense finally faded as it swiftly ran away, soon replaced by an equally intense relief and joy.

But that wasn't the sensation Sue was focused on.

Anger. Seething fury at a meal opportunity dashed, at being struck off guard. Rage that was rapidly making its way closer, freezing dread filling her body at the realization.

Fuck.

Fangs dug into where her head was just moments prior, only striking dirt. The maddened shriek that followed hastened her further, panicking mind and a pursuing threat pushing her to run faster than ever before, despite her bodily exhaustion.

Nowhere near fast enough to outrun the fiendish spider.

Sue's feeble last-ditch attempt to strafe around a tree was interrupted by the beast's own lunge, knocking her out onto her side. Suddenly, all she could see was its screeching head towering over her body as it reared for a bite. She flailed her legs as she closed her eyes, flailing in desperation. She felt something hard cracking under her kick, heard an ear-splitting cry—

An instant later, all these sensations were eclipsed by the burning, stabbing pain in her other leg, spreading through her body with every heartbeat.

That's what I get for trying to be a hero...

Before she knew it, her entire body felt like it was on fire, leaving her too tortured to even scream. Soon enough, it all became too much to bear, the harrowing realization of her upcoming death filling what remained of Sue's consciousness. Distant cries and nearby steps all faded into a muted noise that then flickered away, together with the rest of her.

And then, there was only darkness.​



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Huh. Interesting, I've yet to see a take on PMD like this, usually the protagonist has at least some knowledge of the pokemon world so that they don't inmediately die, but I guess poor Sue is getting the more realistic take on the isekai genre. Anyway, I'll eagerly await the next chapter, cheers!
 
Chapter 2: Hereafter


Chapter 2: Hereafter



Sue wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting in her spot for before snapping back to awareness. It felt as if she'd dozed off into a hell of a daydream before suddenly finding herself somewhere else altogether. She couldn't say she was unfamiliar with this clearing and the campfire at its center, though.

Nightmares had brought her back here many times.

For the first time in her recollection, she seemed to be alone in here, the only occupant of the benches scattered around the fire pit. Despite that, the soft twangs of a slightly out-of-tune guitar filled the air. Far from masterful, but more than enough to lift anyone's mood with their simple melody.

Just like she used to play.

Try as she might, Sue couldn't remember what had happened for her to end up here. She let out a resigned sigh before looking around as the details emerged from the recesses of her memory, one by one. It was so calm, so… jarring. Every other time she had dreamed of this place, it was merely a playback of that fateful evening, of all its tears and denial. But this time? This time it was just a pleasant backdrop, utterly divorced from the trauma that had burned it into her psyche.

She was about ready to start humming along with the ambience, before an unfamiliar sound caught her attention. A closer examination revealed it to be a voice, feminine and dignified. Its words inscrutable, its origin uncertain. It almost sounded like it was coming from—

Above...

The sky was filled with more stars than Sue had ever seen in her life. In the middle, right above her, rested the crown jewel of a full Moon—massive, bright, hypnotic in its radiance. And… speaking towards her, somehow. With that in mind, the voice was adequately awe-inspiring. If she understood anything it was saying, Sue might've even been humbled by its words.

But, alas, that was not the case. The few sounds she recognized combined into nonsense words that nonetheless sounded important. All Sue could do was tilt her head in response as she stared up at the celestial body, her gesture making it pause.

Sorry Moon, no hablo whatever you're speaking.

Just as Sue was about to shrug it off, another voice caught her attention. It too came from the heavens, but in almost every other aspect, it was the direct opposite of the first one. Deep, masculine, cold in its inflections, sending shivers down her spine with its every word. But, unfortunately, just as comprehensible as its counterpart—not at all.

With the Moon already taken, she wondered which celestial body was speaking towards her this time, chuckling as she examined the stars. Her amusement didn't last long, though, not once she noticed that the entire night sky dimmed whenever the second voice spoke, many stars flickering out of view. It was creepy, no doubt, but to her relief, being creepy was all it seemed to be capable of doing—not even the campfire was phased by its intimidation.

The two voices appeared to converse afterward, though the way in which they constantly cut each other off suggested something closer to an argument than a rational discussion. She might've had no idea what they were talking about, but she had an awareness, deep down, that it was about her.

Left with nothing coherent to follow, Sue soon spaced out, imagination taking her for a ride as she tried to figure out what was going on. The range of possibilities was almost endless, but God and Satan fighting for the claim to her eternal soul felt like the most plausible hypothesis. The mental fog of dreams made her perceive all this as more funny than anything.

Moon God and Sky Dimmer Satan are doing a rap battle in my head for dibs on my spanking new Martian body.

As she giggled at the mental images her imagination fed her, Sue noticed the two voices growing urgent, pleading even, redoubling their efforts to talk to specifically her. They hadn't become any less incomprehensible, though, leaving her to ponder idly some more. Truly, it would be very nice if she could understand literally anything that has happened so far.

Her resignation caused the two voices to go at each other even more fiercely. They grew louder and their words harsher, ever more accusatory. It was amusing to observe the Moon and sky repeatedly brightening and dimming in tune with them speaking, then shouting their parts. At least, it was at first. As the volume of the heavenly argument built up, Sue tried to cover her ear-spike-things to not go deaf—to no results, alas.

Thankfully, before her dreamed-up ears would get blown out by the divine shouting match, a third voice intervened with a drawn-out groan. It was unlike either of the two—squeaky, androgynous, somewhat nasal. Its intrusion caught the attention of the first two for long enough to follow up with a comment that shut them both up, redirecting their focus back to her.

She didn't notice that, though, entirely preoccupied by the realization that she… recognized that third voice, but from where she had no idea.

The sensation of everyone gathered staring right at her made her squirm; unseen divine gaze brought no less anxiety than the usual kind. As Sue shuddered in her seat, a cold wind kicked up around the scene, rapidly growing in intensity. Before she knew it, it had destroyed the campfire before her—and then, to her shock, it did the same to the rest of her dream.

By the time Sue realized what was happening, the dreamscape came undone around her, falling apart into a colorless void. She turned skyward; the sight of a shattered Moon with a golden star circling around it graced her eyes for just an instant before it, too, disappeared—


And then; she woke up.

The dream quickly faded from her mind as she laid still on the edge of consciousness, the celestial exchange she'd witnessed equally awe-inspiring and incoherent. She might've had no idea what the two voices had spoken, but knew very well where it had all taken place, at the campfire from the day of—

*SMASH!*

Sue's eyes shot open at the sudden shatter, the sound speeding up the usual five minutes it took for her to wake up to five seconds, leaving her startled and confused. She looked around the room, realizing she was somewhere else altogether. The wooden walls around her assured her of that much, at least.

As she investigated her surroundings, she realized she was resting on a bed. A primitive one, sure, but downright divine because of the normalcy it represented, the normalcy she had been denied yesterday. Yesterday...

Recollection flooded Sue's mind as she looked at her hand, her body having disappointingly not reverted to its former self. She didn't have the time to linger on the unpleasant fact, the realization that soon followed taking up all her attention—

How did I survive that?

With some awkward sliding, she sat up on the soft mattress, examining her blanket-covered body. She braced herself for a gruesome sight before yanking on the covers, uncovering her lower half—and revealing a generous amount of bandages wrapped around her visibly swollen, very numb leg. All the other scrapes elsewhere were cleaned up nicely as well.

Someone had helped her out!

The unbelievable realization poured a can of gasoline into the flames of hope inside her. Someone had found her! There were people here! They had helped her despite her looking like a demon! She would be alright in the end! The sheer joy blooming in her body was almost intense enough to make her overlook the tugging sensation informing her that someone was approaching, and rather quickly at that. As much as she wanted to hug her presumed savior, she imagined her appearance had already scared them plenty.

Plus, her chest spike would… hurt if she went about hugging the usual way.

Sue quickly laid back down and pulled the covers over, pretending to be asleep—just in time, no less. She jolted at hearing the wooden door creak open, followed by two pairs of steps walking into her room. Two voices accompanied them—one boyish, upset, and… chittering, and the other much older, mumbling and soft-spoken. To her chagrin, she didn't understand either of them, her heart sinking at the realization.

Can I just no longer understand English?

It was harrowing to even imagine, destroying any hopes of her ever returning to normalcy. Thankfully, the more she considered it, the less plausible it felt; there was no way she just forgot the only language she knew. Sure, it wouldn't be any less strange than everything else that had happened so far, but… Sue found it especially hard to believe.

Her train of thought was interrupted at hearing the older voice shush the younger one after a louder complaint, followed by a whispered apology. Seems they thought she was still asleep. She decided to try her luck and glance at the pair, prying one eyelid open as she braced herself for more of this weird world—



No wonder she couldn't understand them; they were no less irradiated than every other living being around here.

The smaller of the two creatures reached to around her waist, but she sure didn't want it anywhere near her. Both bats and scorpions unnerved her greatly on their own, and this abomination looked like their unholy fusion—and also like it had been doused in aggressively pink paint and had a comically oversized tongue glued to it.

While the handful of cuts across its front would've usually elicited a bit of sadistic glee in Sue because of how terrifying it looked, she didn't have it in her now. Not in this body. The tugging sense let her feel its embarrassment and pain so clearly that all she could do was feel sorry for it.

From the safe distance of preferably the next continent over.

The demon was being tended to by the other creature, the source of the older voice. It was trickier to describe than its fellow monster, even less similar to normal animals than the bat-scorpion chimera. Bipedal, roughly tall enough to reach to the letter opener on her chest, and split between cream and pink fur, with the latter segment of its coat being shaped like... a coat.

At least I'm not the only creature with a weirdly clothed-like appearance out there.

The bunny-like tail and large, floppy ears were by far the most animalistic of its traits, and even then, the latter looked unnatural because of the weird curls extending from them. They reminded Sue of fancy earrings—at least until it went and grabbed one of them, extending it to press its wider tip to the pink bat's chest as if it was a stethoscope.

Her history with drugs might have started and ended at the couple cans of booze she'd nabbed at some party while underage, but the sights her eyes were gracing her with were right out of a druggie's trip.

Afraid she had already been pushing her luck, Sue closed her eyes and resumed her sleeping disguise. It left her relying on her hearing and the tugging sense to make out what was happening around her, but thankfully, they sufficed. The smaller creature was happier after being tended to and soon ran out of the room, the door creaking in its wake.

The bigger one muttered to itself before walking up to her, its approach making her swallow nervously. To Sue's chagrin, it had clearly noticed even that barely audible sound, speaking up towards her in a questioning tone of voice. Whatever question it had asked was then immediately answered by a quiet barking coming from somewhere close.

A closer inspection of her sixth sense revealed another creature nearby, resting right beside her bed and unnoticed until now. Its gratitude was downright radiant, making for a sensation so pleasant Sue almost overlooked how… familiar that creature felt. Whatever it was, it was much more noticeable to her extrasensory perception now that it was awake, clueing her in to how all that worked.

As the freshly awakened critter and the big pink creature continued to make noises, Sue wondered whether the latter could even understand the former's barking. Its soft mumbling was about as distant from canine woofs as human speech—and yet, the two appeared to converse for a while afterward, about her.

Sue had no idea how she even knew the latter, but was more certain of that fact than of almost anything else in her present situation.

While she steadfastly pretended to be asleep, worry crept into her mind. What would these two do once they'd realized she was awake? Had they helped her out, or… did they just drive out the humans that had? Were they also mutated humans? Would that even matter when the push came to shove? So many questions, so few answers—

Sue froze solid as a soft paw gently shook her shoulder, accompanied by the bigger one's voice muttering something again, a worried question judging by its tone. Guess as well as she had tried to hide, it wasn't enough. She tensed up, bracing for whatever was to come before daring to peek with one eye—the big one was looking down at her.

Its blue eyes softened as it grew increasingly concerned, in emotions and expression alike. It spoke again afterward, no less uneasily, to which she just sighed, unsure what to do. It was expecting an answer, an answer she couldn't provide, leading her to mutter out in defeat, "I-I chanht undershtahnd yhou, shorry."

She wasn't sure how she expected them to react, but confusion wasn't on the list. The creature stared at her, wide eyed, tilting its head as it muttered something back at her. Just off to the side, a couple of yellow paws reached up onto the mattress. They were followed by the very ear-haired fox from yesterday peeking at her from over the bed's edge, revealing the woofer's identity.

The two creatures couldn't have been more different even if they'd tried, but they seemed unified in their confusion. They both kept trying to talk to her for a while, their words questioning and uncertain. Sue opted to just remain silent, hoping she could make it clear she didn't understand them. And judging by their reactions, they didn't understand her either.

Fantastic.

On the upside, they clearly weren't interested in eating her, even if the fate of whoever had built this building remained uncertain. The bigger one thought about something for a while before sighing and walking over to the other end of the bed. It pulled back the covers, revealing what Sue had already seen—her patched-up leg. Concerningly, she couldn't move it below the knee. Whether it was temporary, she didn't know, and could only hope for a positive answer. The big one said something that was obviously meant to sound comforting before pulling the covers back on.

Its actions so far introduced yet another conundrum into Sue's strained sanity.

Whatever it was, it clearly wanted to help her out. It had just patched up that scorpion bat, and she couldn't sense anything other than worry and concern for her wellbeing emanating from it. Her leg was in a bad enough state to where she wouldn't be doing much walking anytime soon, and she was stuck here for now—wherever 'here' was.

With these facts in mind, Sue figured she could use a better way of referring to that creature, something that wasn't just 'the big one'. Especially since, seeing as it had patched her up, it was likely to visit her again. A nickname wouldn't help her much with direct communication, and she was well aware. Still, she'd appreciate soothing her tattering sanity through having an actual label to refer to something—no, someone—in here with.

And not think of it as an 'it' while at it. Determining the appropriate pronouns for it was rather tricky—even beyond being inhuman, its voice and mannerisms didn't strike her as either feminine or masculine, prompting Sue to go with 'they' for now. Guess she got something out of that LGBT+ club talk at her college in the end.

The only question remaining was what to call them. Their ear-extension-thing made her think of a stethoscope; so maybe something medical? Especially since they had just patched up that pink thing too... 'Doc'?

Fuck it, Doc it is.

She sure didn't have enough spare brainpower to come up with anything more sophisticated. And, considering their actions so far, the nickname felt appropriate, if painfully bland.

Doc was staring at her with a distraught expression. In her zoned-out pondering, Sue seemed to have missed them asking a question—though with her grasp on their language being nonexistent, it wasn't like that made much of a difference. A few moments of waiting for her to respond later, they sighed in defeat.

Before Sue could feel too bad for them, they perked up, ears rising as they excitedly muttered something. Whatever their idea was, it led them out of the room, the glimpse of grass on the other side revealing the door to be the building's front entrance.

Sue appreciated the resulting silence, letting her collect her thoughts for once. Before she could get a better look at the room, though, she remembered she wasn't alone in here, making her modesty kick in. An attempt to shield her chest by pulling up the covers was made simultaneously more difficult by the presence of the big red spike jutting out of the area in question, and somewhat pointless without any secondary sexual characteristics for her to hide to begin with.

That didn't mean she didn't try, though.

Despite her best efforts, Sue eventually had to concede defeat after her attempt to hold the blanket an inch or so away from the spike ended up revealing everything there would've been to reveal, had there been anything in there to hide in the first place. She sighed, let the blanket fall to an audience of one yellow, confused fox, the critter still looking up at her from over the bed's edge.

It would also need a name eventually, but Sue's immediate attention returned to the building she was in. In any other circumstances, the wooden hut would've been scarcely interesting. Considering what creatures surrounded her, however, one question after another arose as she took it all in.

The most immediately noticeable thing was just how small everything was, her bed aside. The drawers and shelves lining the walls seemed more appropriate for a creature Doc's size than a human. Even the ceiling was off, only about six feet off the floor.

Her claustrophobia didn't like that realization.

Vaguely medical-looking supplies and equipment lined up almost all surfaces and a good few walls. Gourds and wooden bottles of unknown substances, pincers, hooks, at least one saw, almost all of it made from wood or stone. Nothing here looked like it was made with any industrial tooling, at least not within the last two hundred years.

Aside from making Sue hope these tools would never have to be used on her, it all made her question her assumption that the structure was human-built to begin with. The ceiling was much too low for that; the furniture was tailor-made for whatever Doc was, and it all looked handmade, rustic even.

So… if humans didn't build this place, who did?

Unless her eyes were deceiving her, Doc didn't have enough stamina to handle the logs that comprised the walls. Maybe enough to put the furniture together, but that was about it. On that thought, they sure didn't look strong enough to have carried her here, either. Which meant they weren't alone in this general area, and that whoever had moved her here could've also helped them out with this hut.

That was something Sue could try to find out on her own.

She closed her eyes and focused on her tugging sense—and an instant later, a very warm softness brushed against her side, making her jump. The yellow fox capitalized on her distraction, using the window of opportunity to scramble onto her bed and nuzzle her. Its quiet woofs drew Sue's attention to the sheer gratitude pouring out of it, warming her at least as much as its body heat.

It made sense it'd be thanking her for saving its life, but that only left her more conflicted.

On one hand, she wasn't all that sure about ascribing humanity to this mutated animal, but on the other, it had communicated with Doc earlier, somehow, and was clearly attempting to do the same with her. Even if it didn't actually have human intelligence, it came much closer to that than any fox she'd ever seen.

With that in mind, it would also need a nickname and a set of pronouns. 'They' seemed even more adequate here than for Doc, considering an absence of any obvious gender characteristics, and looking under their tail was the exact last thing Sue wanted to do right now, which left just the name. A joke at the expense of their generous ear hair felt appropriate, but she didn't have the snark in her for that, thoughts veering toward something much more innocent. They were yellow with red accents, ridiculously warm to the touch, so maybe something alluding to that... 'Flame'? 'Ember'?

Either of those made her feel like a jock that names their dogs 'Destroyer' or 'Annihilator.' It was hard to deny that her current ideas were much more appropriate here, though—not to mention incomparably cuter.

'Ember' it was, then.

With the fox granted a nickname, Sue could pay closer attention to them instead of tripping up over how to address them. Their warmth immediately caught her attention, more consciously this time. While it was undeniably cute and very appreciated to be warmed up by a yellow-red fluff ball, Ember's body heat went beyond anything normal.

They felt like a sweater straight out of the dryer, which was as curious as it was worrying. In any other creature, being this warm would've resulted in it having dropped dead from a heat stroke ages ago—and yet, Ember here showed no signs of discomfort, not even panting as they got comfy beside her. Perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised by that, considering the existence of creatures as odd as a spider her size, a bright pink scorpion-bat-nightmare-fuel, and whatever the hell Doc was, but this was the first time where the weirdness wasn't just skin-deep—barring her own sixth sense, at least.

Still wonder how that ties into everything else so far.

Even if she only had a fox-shaped lap warmer as opposed to any answers, they were much better than nothing—or worse yet, hostility at the hands of an assorted bunch of nature's rejects. Their concern was... well, concerning, and Sue hoped it didn't mean they had figured out she'd been transformed into whatever this was.

Speaking of nature's rejects, it was a decent opportunity to give scanning the area with her off-brand Spidey-Sense another go, now that Ember had laid down. Sue closed her eyes and relaxed her body, exhaling and focusing on the emotions tugging at her soul from every direction—

Oh god, there are so many.

Middle of the woods from yesterday had few blips on her radar, but it was dozens as opposed to hundreds in here. Even beyond that, each individual sensation was much closer than what she'd felt back in the thick of the woods, combining into something much too intense to try picking apart.

Still, the emotional landscape seemed to be happy and content on the whole. Sue caught her breath following her glimpse beyond as her attention returned to the world around her to the tune of an intense, if thankfully brief, headache.

There were many creatures in her vicinity, most of them feeling fine. That left a few possibilities. A farm was obvious, but also the one Sue rejected the fastest. All the creatures she sensed felt... different in ways she couldn't describe, even if she'd tried. Distinct enough from one another to make a pasture with all of them at once feel infeasible. Guess whatever her sixth sense was, it could also feel species apart, somehow?

Go-go Martian Spidey-Sense, find me a human.

A settlement was another option, though the same diversity of species made that similarly tricky to conceptualize. Humans were already going at each other's throats with just one species; she had no idea how a hundred different ones could ever hope to live together in any semblance of peace. Despite that, she couldn't think of anything else. The surroundings of this cabin ended up as yet another mystery, thrown onto the pile.

Though, as opposed to the rest of them, she could solve it herself.

The window was a few steps away and frankly, her right leg did not look capable of walking even one of those steps. She could probably just barely limp over there with the support of good ol' inanimate objects to lean on, letting her figure something out for once. Would be a welcome change of pace, that's for sure.

Sliding the blanket off herself, Sue turned over to sit on the edge of the bed, preparing for the journey of a lifetime. The movement stirred Ember up from their attempted nap, making them woof at her in surprise and concern.

"D-dhonht whorry Embher, I'll bhe arright," Sue reassured. Right as she tried putting weight on her busted leg, though, she felt her hand being gently grabbed by something pointy, making her jump. Ember had taken matters into their own maw, holding her oversized hand in their teeth and pulling it back, together with the rest of her. "H-hey, sh-shtoph that!"

Attempts to yank the limb away from the little fox ended in failure. She couldn't tell whether that was because Ember was much stronger than they looked, or if her body was even weaker than it felt. That didn't mean she stopped trying, however.

The world's most bizarre tugging war continued until her sixth sense alerted her of Doc's return, somehow picking them out from the outside crowd. With them being unlikely to approve of her going for a short walk with a busted leg either, Sue gave up for now. She slid her legs underneath the blanket, shifting to her previous spot and grumbling quietly at Ember. She had a hard time maintaining her annoyance once the pup had resumed their nuzzling, trying their hardest to push her away from the edge of the bed, ineffectual as they might have been.

I get it; you don't want me walking because I've got a busted leg.

Her expression remained soured as the door creaked open, but seeing what Doc had brought with themselves offset that significantly. They smiled, upbeat, carrying a wooden tray packed with various foodstuffs, a jug of water, and… a couple scrolls off to the side. As eye-catching as that last item was, the treats on display left her unable to mull over it for too long. Sweet buns, rolls, a fruit salad, even some grilled veggies.

The smells alone made her mouth water.

It was almost captivating enough to make Sue overlook the discussion that Doc's return had resumed. They and Ember chit-chatted while the medic delivered the lavish breakfast right to her bed. Sue wished she had some way of thanking them at the moment, however limited—

The tray being set down all the way over on her calves took her out of that train of thought. The spot, just barely out of her arm's reach, appeared to be intentional. A couple of dumbfounded blinks later, she turned to look at Doc; the medic having whisked away the scrolls in the meantime. They carried them further into the hut as they chatted with—oh.

Her hunger-fueled hyper-focus led her to overlook the other being that accompanied Doc on their return—an incredible feat considering their appearance.

If Doc was a vaguely mammalian bipedal creature, this one was a vaguely insectoid bipedal creature. Their coloration was split between green and yellow, and parts of their body appeared to be made of honest-to-god leaves. Some of them had visible chunks bitten out of them, without causing them any obvious discomfort. No way that could be healthy.

Though what even is healthy for a crossbreed of a mantis and a fucking bush.

Ember already spat in the face of the entire field of biology with their impossible warmth, and that was peanuts compared to this thing, whose very existence took that entire field of science and choke slammed it across the floor—



...and now everyone was staring at her because she glared at the mantis so hard.

Trying to save face, Sue looked back at the tray, thinking about how she'd pull it closer—before going for the obvious method, hoping her arms were longer than they felt like. Her first attempt had her pointed fingertips barely brushing against the wood. She exhaled as much as she could before doubling down, gritting her teeth through the exercise.

Maybe that was the point, to get her to stretch a bit. Quite rude, if true. Then again, it wasn't like Doc could write down a yoga routine for her, and they knew best what she needed right now.

If only I could just get that bloody tray—UGH!

With one last lunge, Sue's fingers just barely gripped the tray. Her back complained while she pulled the bounty closer, chuckling to herself at how silly she must've looked. Still, she did it; she completed the exercise! Satisfied, she smiled, turning to look over at Doc—only to see uncertainty and feel worry. She couldn't help but gulp at the sight. They were expecting her to do this, right?

What else was I supposed to do there!?

To her concern, Doc sighed in consternation before turning to leaf-bug-whatever and chatting with them instead, Ember occasionally chiming in as well. They were discussing something about her, but knew that Sue could not understand them at all and didn't even try addressing her directly. Completely understandable on a rational level.

It sure didn't help with all the worry that had been germinating inside her, though.

There wasn't much she could do about that at the moment, left to try enjoying the breakfast as everyone gathered chatted about her. The warmth and flavors helped lift her spirits somewhat, letting her get lost in the sweetness, and pretend none of this was happening, at least for a moment.

That she was back on campus, enjoying a break between classes with treats from the local bakery. That she was re-energizing herself for two more hours of lectures about databases before her evening shift. That she wasn't god knows where, mutated into a god knows what. That she wasn't at the mercy of aberrations of nature that could've turned on her at any moment.

That she wasn't completely unable to understand any of them.

Sue's angsty daydreaming was interrupted by a nudge to her side. A glance through her damp eyes revealed Ember to have resumed their warm, soft affection, woofing quietly. She didn't understand them, but it was hard to interpret it all as anything but trying to comfort her.

If not for clinging to that thought with all her heart, she would've broken down there and then. This might've been one capricious hell she had found herself in, but the local demons seemed to have a soft spot for her. Suppose that was only appropriate now that she was one of them. Or… was she?

Her mind latched onto that stray possibility as she reached for the next berry roll. She offhandedly acknowledged that it tasted like no fruit she'd ever had before continuing that worrying strand of thought. While every moving creature here was unnatural in some way, most of them were at least based on real animals—but not her.

Maybe this spindly white thing was just what the humans had turned into, but she had an inkling that something deeper was going on here. Nobody else was dealing with the terror of having their body gotten changed like that. Hell, this very building had been built with Doc's current proportions in mind, quite an impossible feat if everything had simply been mutated all at once yesterday.

But if not that and this freak show of a forest had existed before her ending up here, how come nobody had ever run into it before? Especially with it being so close to a tourist trail?

There were enough questions piling up in her brain to build an imaginary fort made entirely out of confusion and hide away from all this insanity in there. Before she could attempt just that, Doc spoke up toward her, having just finished drawing something on one of the scrolls. The jolt to her system made her realize she'd been nibbling through this roll for a while now, making her wolf down the rest of the treat as she acknowledged the medic with a nod.

She accomplished that in record time, but Doc's confused expression was her only reward for that particular performance.

They slid the food tray off to the side and replaced it with the scroll, unfurling it right away. She immediately tried to parse the detailed drawing—but before she could get into it, Doc drew her attention to one spot in particular, a charcoal-stained finger patting it for emphasis. It depicted an outline of her current body with a small, crossed-out swirl next to it.

And then; they pointed at her.

Sue nodded back, confident. That one represented her—simple enough, unless she'd somehow botched interpreting something this straightforward. With that in mind, she scanned the rest of the scroll, starting from the top left and... another outline of whatever creature she now was.

It was slightly different in places, but was inarguably the same species. The stiff hairdo was longer, the weird skin dress was shorter, and there were extra lines drawn along their arms and face, much lighter than the main outline. Probably markings or something. They also had something on their head—wait, was that a crown?

Curiously, they had a swirl beside them too, but this one wasn't crossed out.

Whatever Sue was, she wasn't one of a kind. It filled her with hope that she'd meet another once-human in here and be able to figure something out with them, maybe even get out of this middle-of-the-woods wonderland.

That hope didn't last for long once she gave it more thought, though.

With everything else being unphased by their freaky bodies, a sudden transformation felt less and less likely by the moment, and the other slender creature fit that notion. Their markings and crown gave them a royal appearance, incompatible with them having suddenly appeared in here yesterday like she had.

So, they were a native specimen of whatever bizarre species this was, while Sue was an impostor that had only awoken in this body less than a day ago. Considering her track record of taking care of herself through all this mess, they'd almost certainly be able to tell, which was terrifying.

Could that be what the swirl represented? Being a native creature—or in her case, not being?

What if that discrepancy simply meant that there have been multiple rounds of people and animals getting mutated into this freak show? What if everyone around her, including that other spindly creature, came from an older batch? Though, if that were the case, they'd still be using English, or at least would understand it… yeah, fat chance.

What would that other-her do once they found out she was a fake whatever-this-is?

She had no way of knowing, but none of the ideas her brain fed her sounded reassuring in the slightest. They ranged from exile for being a fake, to... being disposed of right away. Excitement at meeting someone like her evaporated within moments as a mortal fear of that encounter replaced it. And with it, came urgency towards figuring out how to get away from here without running into them.

If I ever run into that other Martian, I am fucked—if my fate isn't already sealed, that is.

With her head filled with a sufficient amount of dread, Sue shifted her attention to the rest of the drawing before her, starting with the figure next to the other-her. They were also bipedal, and also looked like they were wearing a dress, but the similarities ended there. They were covered in thick fur, had a tail, and their head was like Ember's—canine, with massive, very furry ears. They also had a swirl next to them.

The similarity between the shape of their head and Ember's perked Sue's attention. She wondered whether it was a coincidence, or if there was something to it all, glancing at the mutant fox to confirm her hunch. It would be surprising for them to be related, considering the sheer difference in body shape and size. The bipedal hairy-ears was drawn at roughly the same scale as her, after all. Though, not like creatures here cared about such trivialities as coherent anatomy, anyway.

The little fox eventually noticed her glances between themselves and the drawing. They reacted with excited woofs, scooting onto her lap before patting that particular sketch a few times, punctuating the gesture with more vulpine sounds, commented on quietly by Doc.

Guess there was something to it, after all.

Her brain threatened to fry itself in thinking coherently about any of it, though. Mammals didn't have that kind of difference in body shape between children and adults; this looked like the result of metamorphosis or something. Sue did not want to live with the awareness that the lovely maybe-fox beside her was actually an oddly foxlike insect.

What's next, laying eggs?

One more brick for the confusion fort in her mind.

Trying to purge the mental image of Ember being more insectoid than their appearance would've suggested, Sue's attention shifted further to the right. Finally, something she could understand—an arrow. It led from the couple of creatures towards some sort of fortified structure of sorts, maybe a castle? Suppose it only made sense with the crown on the other-her, but the possibility that she'd get ratted out by royalty of all things did not calm her down any. Another arrow came from the castle, curling back towards her outline with several symbols alongside it.

Circle, a small slice of a circle, circle, an even smaller slice of a circle, circle.

The circles and slices along the second arrow stumped her for a hot minute. She was ready to concede and just add this one to the fort-shaped pile of unknowns—before realizing she recognized that odd shape. After flexing her remaining brain cells, the eventual realization made her eyes go wide. Not really at the obvious-in-hindsight discovery, but more so at finally cracking at least one part of this place's mystery.

It was the crescent moon.

So slim, like it had only a couple of days left until it disappeared completely. If these two were moons, then full circles were likely suns. The arrow had Sun-Moon-Sun-Moon-Sun written alongside it, which meant…

Other-her and maybe-big-Ember had left for that castle and would return in two days.

Not much time to plan her escape, but still infinitely more than she feared she had.

A sigh of nervous relief left her before she finally looked up from the drawing and towards Doc, nodding to acknowledge the message as she returned the scroll. She was glad to be more aware of her situation, distressing as it was. An icy shiver ran down her spine and spikes when she tried putting it all into perspective. In two days, the other-her would return and expose her as a fake whatever-this-is, and none of the potential outcomes of that sounded like something she wanted to be around for.

Two days to hobble out of here with a busted leg and zero awareness of where she even was.

A gentle touch on her shoulder startled her, making her jump slightly, and almost toppling the tray still on her legs. If their emotional disposition and tone were anything to go by, Doc was trying to reassure her, the effectiveness of the gesture very limited. As much as she tried, she couldn't hide the building anxiety all that well.

Hardly inconspicuous, but what else am I to do?

A glance around the room reminded her of the second scroll, unused for now. There was even a writing implement next to it, though Sue couldn't say she had ever tried to draw with charcoal. For a moment, she considered trying to explain her circumstances, sketch herself changing from a human to… this thing, visualize yesterday's events, but…

All that'd do is give her away as an impostor immediately. She likely wouldn't even have to wait for the king and queen of nuclear woods to come back for judgment to be passed on her. And so, she turned back towards the tray, visibly tense as she pulled it in closer before nibbling on what treats remained. The rest of the room soon returned to chatting amongst themselves, similarly far from upbeat.

Were they already suspecting her of being a fake, and that's why they crossed out her swirl? Were they just waiting for the royalty to return before executing her? Was she actively giving herself away right now through her skittishness? Would she be driven out of the only safe spot she'd found so far in all this madness?

That last possibility sounded especially likely.

The anxious bind her mind was trapped in took up too much of her focus to let her pay attention to the rest of the treats laid out before her. With her stomach being sated for now, she left the tray as is, her thousand-yard stare drilling straight ahead into the clinic's door all the while.

Soon enough, the surrounding discussion died out, and the bug-leaf creature took their leave. The other two sent them off with warm goodbyes before heading out for themselves. Ember trailed Doc as they carried the unfinished tray out, leaving Sue truly alone in here for the first time.

The anxious, cornered part of her psyche wanted to get up and run away as fast and as far as she could. The very slightly less anxious rest of her knew she would likely not even reach the front door in her current state. She needed an idea of where she was, where she could run off towards, and, crucially, how she'd accomplish any of it with her leg like this.

Looking out the window would help with at least one of those conundrums.

Sue appreciated the surge of determination that thought brought, fear-driven as it was. Busted leg, a nightstand and a wall to lean on beside her, and enough adrenaline in her system to bring someone back from the dead.

Let's do this.

Attempts to feel how much weight she could put onto the injured leg resulted in a very unhelpful answer of 'none', the limb immediately buckling every time. While it didn't hurt at the start, eventually a dull ache accompanied every motion, making all this even harder.

Sue racked her brain about how she'd accomplish any of this. Guess she could try pushing herself onto the good leg, lean against something for support, and work from there, as under-specified and likely to result in her splatting on the floor as that plan was. Sadly, that didn't make it any less necessary.

After reaching her hands out to brace for takeoff, Sue began rocking back and forth on the mattress. One, two, up she went. She immediately tried grabbing everything in her reach, the good leg aching at having to carry her entire weight before she'd offloaded it onto the inanimate objects beside her.

Alright, she was up now, just a few feet left.

Now in a stable-ish position, Sue kept her injured leg as straight as she could while pushing it against the wooden floor, hoping it would let her inch forwards. It worked initially to her joy—each push moved her a bit, though not without stinging pain beginning to pierce the profound numbness in her leg. It got worse with each step along the wall, intensifying until every hard-earned inch towards the window made her wince loudly, tears flowing down her cheeks.

It was too late to turn back; she'd bear through it all.

She had to.

A ton of pain and a couple minutes later, Sue finally grabbed onto the window frame. She dragged her body towards it in a painful, teary triumph. She'd need to bend over to look out of it with how low it was set, the realization forcing an angry grunt out of her. Whatever; she could manage. She had it.

Let's do it, let's see what this hell I've found myself in even is.

Sue wasn't sure what she expected to see after looking out the window like this, in the most awkward position she ever had to contort herself into. To her relief, the reality before her roughly fit one of her earlier hypotheses.

A multitude of creatures were making their way around, some of them terrifying, some cute, others still dopey—but none of them normal. None of them like anything she'd ever seen before. Despite the diversity in sizes, colors, and body types on display, they all simply coexisted, talking and playing instead of devouring one another.

Over a dozen buildings were scattered among them just in the area she could see, many similar to the hut she was peeping out of. Many, but not all, and the other kinds of structures caught her attention even more. Burrows reaching into hills or downwards into the ground, overgrown treehouses, larger brick buildings, all mixed with no discernible rhyme or reason.

They all stretched way off to her right, far out of view; this was clearly just a tiny slice of this settlement. She made out a well-defined treeline in the distance to the left—an obvious direction for her to run off towards once the time came. Until then, she could savor just how… insane all this was. An entire village full of mutated animals, every one different and weirder still. They all just casually coexisted despite some freaks looking like mythological beasts that could have had the other ones for dinner.

Including her.

The sight was so surreal she almost lost her balance after staring too intently. It's not like she hadn't considered the idea of a village earlier, but had no illusions about how improbable that'd be. And yet, here it was, staring her right in the eyes. It kindly withdrew one brick from her mental confusion fort, only to replace it with a couple more and give her a pat on the head for trying.

There was no way all that could've been stuffed away deep in the woods with nobody finding out, right? Not with satellite imagery venturing further inland than any human ever had. Has more time passed than she had thought between her trip and her waking up here!?

Is this even Earth anymore!?

A loud creak behind her cut her idle pondering off. It was immediately followed by Doc's and Ember's alarmed squeaks, their approached footsteps making Sue wince as she braced herself for what was to come.

Fuck.


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With a bit of a lunge, the tips of her fingers just barely managed to grip the tray, back hurting a bit as she pulled the impromptu bounty over closer, chuckling to herself at how silly she must've looked- still, she did it, looking over at Doc with a smile, receiving a very uncertain expression and emotional disposition in return. Sue couldn't help but quietly gulp at that, this was what they were expecting her to do, right?

What else was she supposed to have done there!?
I think Doc was expecting her to use her psychic powers.
There's no way all that could've been just stuffed away deep in the woods with nobody finding out, not anymore with satellite imagery venturing further in than any human ever had, right? Has more time passed than she had thought between her woods trip and her waking up in this body- was this even Earth anymore to begin with!?
I expected her to be in denial a bit longer.
 
Chapter 3: Respite


Chapter 3: Respite



Sue had no idea that it was possible to get scolded so thoroughly despite not understanding a single word.

Or that Doc had enough muscle to drag her back onto her bed, for that matter. They were none too happy about needing to do that, their annoyance shifting into worry as they examined her injury. The bandages around her leg had turned red, and the wound burned with every heartbeat—the simple act of taking the bandage off was bad enough to make Sue grit her teeth.

Doc kept their usually quiet voice up, ranting about something with enough intensity for Ember to occasionally flinch as the fox comforted her hand. Sue was glad she couldn't understand in what precise way she was being bad-mouthed, but she still felt foul. The medic had patched her up after she got herself into trouble last time, and her needless expedition just undid a decent chunk of their efforts.

Sorry Doc, I really wish I could explain any of this to you.

Without anything else to do while being tended to, Sue dared to sneak a peek at her injured leg. The wound was large enough to stick a finger in and, much to her surprise, it wasn't even sewn shut. Its current state made her already white face go paler still imagining how bad it all must've looked before Doc's help.

With the bandages discarded, the medic rushed to fetch a square of thick cloth, scooting back just in time to catch some pale blood leaking from the aggravated wound. Before Sue could wonder what they'd do to treat her self-inflicted injuries, they got to doing just that—and it wasn't anything she could've expected.

Instead of preparing any natural remedy, they rested their hands next to her injury. Their touch was soft and… tingly. The sensation escaped an exact description—almost ticklish but not uncomfortable—and only intensified as the medic focused, soon enveloping her entire leg. It melted through the pain wherever it touched like it was nothing.

Doc's hands glowing throughout this entire process gave Sue a pause, but she didn't dare oppose any of it. Both because it'd be rather uncouth to do so while she was being healed, and because the ritual had left her so, so tired. It only took a few minutes, but she was struggling to keep her eyes open by the time the mutant healer had finished doing… well, magic.

No other words to describe it, really.

She didn't expect to be as unsurprised by the existence of actual magic in this forest somewhere in Oz as she ended up being. But between the otherworldly fauna, her own unexplainable abilities, and a heaping dose of exhaustion, her reactions had been dulled all the way down to silence. In any normal circumstances, she would have freaked out about this ten times over—but these weren't normal circumstances.

That, and she had Ember beside her, tirelessly comforting her.

After Doc had finished casting their spell, Sue dared to look at the aftermath. The results were very appreciated, though hardly anywhere near as flashy as the magic through which they had come about. Her wound had shrunk a fair bit, its bleeding stanched, and the surrounding swelling reduced. A quick twitch test revealed that the limb had even regained some sensation, much to her relief.

"Thanhksh, Dhoc," Sue muttered.

The two pairs of eyes focusing on her an instant later had clued her in on her gaffe—not that she had a way of explaining what had just slipped out from underneath her skullcap. Instead, she did the second-best thing and shook her head while looking embarrassed. Thankfully, Doc and Ember got her intent soon enough, returning to whatever they'd been doing before.

What she wanted to do was take a nap, that's for sure.

Her idle pets stroked Ember's head, klutzy on account of all her strength suddenly being sapped. Trying to hold her yawn in was similarly awkward, some of the sound leaking out and catching Doc's attention. To her surprise, it made them put the bowl of ointment they were holding down and walk over to her, mumbling something all the while.

Sue hadn't gained a sudden understanding of Doc's language in the meantime, but even she could tell they had calmed down. Her relief mixed with confusion at the medic's words and a pinch of mild disappointment at Ember scooting off the bed soon after. Having failed to convey their intent verbally, Doc took the matter into their own hands, gently pushing down on Sue's side, taking her off-guard. Her eyes went wide, arms raising to maintain her balance before she figured it out.

Fine, fine, I'm lying down.

After some awkward shuffling, she laid down on her left side, leaving the injured limb accessible to any further profane rituals. To her mild disappointment, she didn't get to see what else would be done to it.

Exhaustion knocked her out before Doc could even resume their magical handiwork.


The absence of any more religious visions was reassuring in hindsight, but Sue was too knackered to notice right away.

Her returning consciousness took its time as it pieced the surrounding stimuli together. Most of them were familiar by now, but if anything, that made them even more welcome this time around. Her hand's exploratory journey discovered a wild Ember snuggled beside her midriff. Her gentle pets were enough to stir them out of their stupor, leaving them squirming as they came to. Once they had finished waking up, they scooted over to her head—

And excitedly licked all over her face.

Sue just scrunched her features and giggled. Her eyes slowly pried themselves open, soon finding Ember's—and realizing theirs were just as fiercely red. She mumbled, "G-ghood a-aphternoon Embher."

They tilt their head in the cutest way when they're confused.

Ember kept nuzzling her as she sat up; her left hand immediately returned the affection. Doc wasn't around anymore, but a few eye-catching additions around the room offset that fact. The nightstand was occupied by another trayful of food, the selection of treats much more savory this time—and it was the less exciting of the new arrivals.

A rudimentary crutch stood leaning on the nightstand, right beside the tray. It looked about big enough for Sue to use, hopefully freeing her from having to hurt herself again just to get around.

Speaking of.

After checking her leg again, Sue found it patched up like the first time she woke up here—and then some. Doc spared no bandage in securing the injury. They even reinforced the bandages with something stiffer, making it feel almost like a cast. Running away in a cast wasn't gonna be easy, but it was still infinitely preferable to being ratted out by the local king Martian and burned at the stake.

Trying to distract herself from that foretold future, Sue focused on the food instead. The assorted goods had her drooling. Roasted fruit and veggies, fried dumplings, and even a huge, savory pie, right in the middle. Her stomach wanted it all—despite how large her breakfast had been, she still felt like she could vacuum the entire tray up and then some. Guess her emotion radar used a decent bit of energy or something.

Who cares, it's dinner time~!

Sue wasted no time stuffing herself with roasted goodies, now properly able to notice and then summarily dismiss their unusual flavors. The light filtering in through the window had gotten noticeably more orange, making her pause. She must've been really exhausted after Doc had patched her up.

Their absence was worrying, though if they were indeed a doctor as she had christened them, they were probably needed elsewhere, too. Quite a few heads around the place, and it only made sense that some of them would also need medical attention, likely stat to boot.

Now that she thought about it, Sue hoped she wasn't taking up the only bed in this entire village. It'd be a shame for an actual… mutant to not get the treatment it needed in favor of a mutant-shaped imposter. Acknowledging that's what she was didn't lift her mood either. But…

It was what it was—a clusterfuck she hoped she'd soon make her way out of.

Ember soon crawled back to their rightful spot by her side, bringing Sue's smile back as she enjoyed a fibrous, sweet... probably vegetable. Its flavor and aroma were somewhere between potatoes and carrots, tingling her tastebuds with every bite. The lil' fox could scarcely resist sniffing the trayful of food up. Fortunately for them, Sue found enough restraint in her hunger to humor them, offering them a roasted veggie. Ember looked up at her uncertainly.

Yes, silly, go right ahead, knock yourself out.

Thankfully, a firm nod was enough to convey her message. The little one wasted no time munching on the large slice of god-knows-what, freeing Sue's hands. Most of the treats might have long since cooled down, but their spices warmed her insides and woke her right back up.

Living the best life indeed—while I still can, at least.

As Sue wrapped up her meal, she offered more and more treats to Ember until even they started denying them. She smiled once they were both done and slid the tray away, continuing to give the lil' fox their share of affection. What could she say? They were a godsend, both as a heater and as a companion. Hopefully, nobody else was getting worried because of their absence. If she'd interpreted the earlier drawing right, their maybe-parent was out of town, and they were free to fool around all day long.

The question of the second parent was subconsciously overlooked.

Before she could decide whether to give the brand spanking new crutch a spin or... go back to sleep, probably, she sensed Doc making their way back, perking her up. Soon enough, they were back, their expression lighting up at seeing Sue up and having already eaten. They wasted no time chatting Ember up as the leafy mantis followed them in.

Repeated exposure didn't make the latter's appearance any less weird.

Soon after, though, Sue realized the bug wasn't paying attention to her; their gaze fixated on a spot on the floor beside them. They watched over something as they stepped in, obscured by Sue's bed from her point of view.

What are they—

*squeak!*


Sue's eyes went wide at the sound, her curiosity getting her to lean over the edge of the bed to see its source. The hidden newcomer waddling beside the bushbug answered a question Sue didn't have a chance to ask herself before now—namely, what did the babies of her current species look like?

The answer was absurdly tiny and incredibly adorable.

Assuming her height hadn't changed, the baby Martian was only around a foot tall. Size aside, they looked so similar to her new form that they had to be related somehow. The same stiff green hair, shaped like a silly bowl cut, the same porcelain white skin. They even had the same red spikes, except on their head instead of their chest.

Amusingly enough, their spikes weren't any smaller than Sue's, making them look way oversized for the little... creature.

Of course, that also raised the unpleasant question of how the hell these spikes moved from their heads to their chests as they grew up. Even a brief attempt at imagining the possible transitory forms left her disgusted, prompting her to banish that train of thought.

Thank god I've gotten past that... Martian puberty.

Snapping back to reality, the little not-her seemed to have spotted her despite the obstacle of their own hairdo. They acknowledged her with a loud, excited squeak before walking over to her bed, the oddly wide legs helping them keep their balance.

They were so much like a human infant it was uncanny. The squeaks were a dead ringer, the waddling was similar, even the excited gestures reminded her of the toddler she got to babysit a few times. But… they clearly weren't human, and neither was Sue—not in form, at least. She had no idea whether she should be unnerved by that similarity, or whether it implied anything about the nature of this world as a whole.

Oddly enough, the little Martian had caught onto her worry. Their babbles grew quieter as they tilted their head up at her, confusion filling their teeny face.

How can a mutant be so cute?



Alright, that was stupid to ask with Ember right beside me.

The lil' fox purred into her side before woofing at the infant, their squeaked response loud and excited. They kept babbling at her as they tried to reach up towards her, succeeding at nothing except being cute. Sue's worry about whether the mantis would approve of her grabbing the baby Martian was answered quickly enough. The bushbug nanny nodded eagerly as she leaned towards the infant, even making a picking-up gesture to guide her.

Just don't try scrambling off, lil' one. Can't imagine falling on your... spike would be anything but excruciating.

With shaky hands, Sue pulled the alien toddler onto the bed. They weighed, indeed, about as much as a baby. Thankfully, her arms could still handle that much. Once she'd set them down on their feet, they wasted not a moment before running over and pulling her midriff as close as they could into a hug, their touch not unlike Doc's from when they performed their magic.

Alright, this one is adorable; can I keep them?

She wondered if this little one was related to that not-her from the drawing. If so, maybe there was the possibility of salvation through befriending the royal baby? Unlikely, but her flailing mind couldn't resist latching onto that idea as a lifeboat. Ideally, she'd be able to ask, but... actually, hold on, maybe she could mime it out?

Sue waved to catch Doc's attention, thinking through how to convey this alien baby being related to the alien king of the alien town. Eventually, she settled down on the most straightforward idea. She pointed at the infant attached to her stomach, then moved her hand as if writing, and finally, pointed towards the drawers.

Miraculously, Doc got her general intent.

They squeaked something before pulling out the drawn-on scroll from earlier—and adding to it. As the piece of charcoal whizzed around the page, Sue absentmindedly supplied the pair of tots with further affection, feeling her hand being weakly pulled all the while. She blinked at finally noticing that sensation—she hadn't consciously moved it, and yet, it ended up right beside the lil' not-her, much to their joy.

What's this, intra-species magnetism or something?

Before Sue could think that idea through, Doc slid the expanded drawing in front of her. The couple of additions were immensely helpful, confirming her earlier hunches. An outline of the baby not-her, connected to the royal not-her. Beside it, Ember's outline connected to the humanoid in a dress and large fox ears.

Guess royal kids love her. Hopefully, she'll be anywhere near this lucky with royal adults.

A nod of acknowledgment later, Doc whisked the edited scroll away and resumed their chat with the bug creature. Sue was once more left alone with two important tykes and unable to communicate with either. Though, judging by the baby noises the lil' Martian made, she doubted whether anyone could understand them.

As she kept petting them and they kept trying their hardest to pull her hand into a hug, Ember snuck up on them. Moments later, the fox dove in and struck, attacking the infant's side with a flurry of licks. They immediately broke into a fit of loud, squeaky laughter, squeals turning into giggles as they flailed. Sue was too amused to intervene, laughing louder and louder at the sight. She had no idea why it was all so funny to her, but couldn't deny the joy that bloomed within her in response.

A couple of comments from the presumed grownups made Ember stop; the little one immediately splatted and panted as they caught their breath. The fox snuggled up to them soon after, letting the Martian tyke hug them tight. Sue only barely kept herself from swooning at the sight—she didn't want to interrupt the adorableness before her. The lil' Martian, however, had other plans. Her gentle pets made them look up at her as they laid on their side, before feebly trying to reach up towards her.

Do they want hugs?

Smiling at that possibility, Sue reached in to pick them up; carefully lifting them up to the side of her spike. They made it harder with their wriggling, but ultimately behaved and eased out once she was done. It didn't take long for them to look up at her from their new position; breaking into a big smile and an even bigger squeak. Their squirming let her peek underneath their bowl cut, finding their eyes predictably red.

Just don't start thinking I'm your actual mommy. She's probably just on a trip.

Doc spoke towards her, though their words were likely aimed at the baby in her arms. They then took the mostly finished tray of food away, much to the tyke's dismay, for... some reason. Guess they just wanted a bite of the leftovers. Oh well—

That's where her train of thought would've ended, if not for a leftover berry suddenly becoming surrounded in a blue aura before levitating upwards, and towards the alien in her arms. She briefly caught a similar glow emanating from their eyes before it disappeared, the treat now secured in their hands. Before the little one could bite into their spoils, though, they abruptly looked up at her, confusion matching Sue's shock at what she'd just witnessed.

Guess magic here went far, far beyond just healing touch.

As incredible as that was in its own right, even children being capable of performing it only made it all the more awe-inspiring. And prompted an incomparably more unnerving thought—if literal babies could do this, what about adults? Just how much further could that royal take it?

Was Doc's magic touch just a tiny part of their abilities? Did they just magic all the logs of this building together? What about the bug-person-thing? They have done nothing magical so far aside from continuing to exist despite their appearance. Was magic restricted to certain species she just happened to be one of?

Why is everyone staring at me?

Sue's sixth sense clued her into being the center of unwelcome attention. She pretended her head just hurt a bit, lowering the munching baby onto her lap as the free hand rubbed her forehead. Fortunately, the rest of the room bought her pretense, returning to whatever they were previously doing. In Ember's case, that meant wordlessly asking her to continue petting, paws reaching for her hand.

She sure wouldn't say no to that arrangement.

Soon after, Doc carried the tray out of the hut, the bug person staying behind this time. They walked closer to the bed and chittered something at the two creatures that presumably could understand them. Ember woofed back while the little-her squirmed, tried to squeak with a full mouth, and latched themselves onto Sue's nearby hand.

Sue had no idea what she'd done for the little Martian to adore her so much, but she wasn't gonna refuse it. Both because it was lovely, and because it could earn her some brownie points once their parent came knocking. Right now, though, one of those was much more important than the other.

With everyone chilling for once, the idea of naming those around her crept back into Sue's head. The bushbug had already visited her twice, and she imagined they would do so again in the future—likely with the lil' Martian in tow. Her brain wasted no time in providing a simple and uninspired nickname of 'Leafy' for the former, but the tyke proved much trickier.

The most obvious physical characteristic she could latch onto was instantly banished on account of them being an infant.

Aside from that dead end, Sue was uncertain what kind of nickname to even give them. Part of her wanted to go with an actual name with just how baby-like they were, making cutesy pet-like monikers feel... wrong. Then again, it was still an alien whose parent would want her head on a stick. Best to avoid getting attached.

'Bowlcut' would certainly be effective as far as limiting attachment went, but it felt... rude. Not like anyone but her would ever know, especially not the infant in question, but knowing that only helped so much. Sue soon resigned herself to the substandard name, deflated at having failed to come up with any decent nickname. It was irrational, sure, even more so with her stay here threatening to be temporary. Still, she couldn't help but latch onto the only display of kindness she'd been given in this world, and being unable to match it was upsetting.

Trying to divert her thoughts away from that topic, she circled back around to Bowlcut's show of baby magic. Instead of worrying about all the ways their parent would eventually mess her up, she began to wonder whether she was capable of anything like that too.

She sure didn't feel magical, extra-sensory perception aside, and she figured those kinds of fancy powers would be noticeable. Unless… they had to be taught, explaining her inability to use them. Though, Bowlcut wasn't much different from a year-old baby, and good luck teaching those anything.

Maybe she could do magic all along and just wasn't aware of it? It was worth a try either way. She glanced around the room for an appropriate target, spotting the still-untouched crutch, and... realized she had no idea what to do with it.

Sue tried a few thought commands: 'Come', 'Up', 'Fly', 'Get over here', but the tool remained persistently inanimate despite her attempts to think it alive. Maybe she had to focus hard for it to work? Her eyes narrowed as she concentrated on the crutch as much as she could—but once more, nothing.

Guess she just didn't have the touch.

Now that she thought about it, could it be that's what the crossed-out spiral referenced? She was 'magic deficient', if that was even an actual term. Which, considering literal babies of this species can make things float, would definitely be a cause for concern. Only concern and not panic, though, leaving the possibility that Bowlcut's parent would see her as just disabled and not an imposter. Unless they had access to powers wild enough to let them see through her embarrassing disguise, which didn't feel unlikely…

Before Sue could ponder the implications of technically being doubly crippled, Doc made their way back. As they stepped in, the orange light bathing them clued her onto the lateness of the hour.

Wonder when everyone is gonna leave.

There weren't any light sources she could see, and considering this place gave off pre-industrial vibes, the best thing they were likely to have would be candles. Candles which Doc then pulled out of the drawers, together with a pair of holders, though without anything to light them with. Unconcerned by that, they laid the candle holders around the room. Once done, they headed towards the bed with the actual candles in hand, the once-human's eyebrow raising in response.

Sorry Doc, this spike does not double as a firestarter.

Ember begrudgingly wriggled themselves from underneath her steady supply of affection, taking Sue off guard. Their bushy tail wagged as they leaned over the edge of the bed. Doc then brought the unlit candle wicks in front of the fox's snout, as if expecting them to spit fire.

And then Ember spat fire.

While Bowlcut's minor act of telekinesis only left her staring in shock, the burst of flames coming from her lap warmer's mouth made her jump and gasp, startling everyone around her. Doc stared at her for a moment before the melting wax burned their fingers, prompting them to insert the now-lit candles into their holders and blow off the brief burns.

Ember looked fiery, sure, but that was supposed to just be an appearance thing, not being able to go full dragon and just breathe fire! Sue was terrified at the concept, not to say baffled at how it even worked. The lil' fox's puppy eyes melted through that fear rather quickly, though, especially with them looking genuinely sorry at having startled her.

It's alright, Ember, I forgive you. Suppose this is normal for you after all... just, wow. Will have to remember not to tickle you and stay way away if you ever start sneezing.

Sue communicated her forgiveness with a couple of pets and a smile, the fox pup immediately returning to nuzzling her. Their fluff tickled against her bare skin, but she kept her giggles from escaping. Before long, Ember's affection was cut short after Doc spoke up towards them, making them nod and dash off to the side, seemingly unbothered.

As she stared at them, confused, Leafy pulled Bowlcut over to their end of the bed, the infant immediately trying to waddle back despite being held in place. What Doc did right after explained it all, fortunately, the medic waving at her as they shook the crutch.

Time to give this thing a test drive.

She didn't have to be gestured at twice, shifting over until her legs dangled off the bed. As Doc handed her the crutch, she examined it—it was rather crude and roughly made, but overall similar to what she had already used a few times in the past. The medic was unsure how to convey the next part of the process to her, speaking up uncertainly towards Leafy. Fortunately for them, Sue knew what she was doing—or rather what she did back in her human body, hoping the different proportions wouldn't make this a miserable experience.

Or, at least, an even more miserable experience.

With the crutch and her good leg in position, she pushed herself off, cutting Doc off mid-word. They backed off as she tried to balance herself, taking a few attempts before succeeding—barely, but still. Now for getting around.

Curiously, Doc remained quiet while she waddled about, evidently waiting to intervene should anything happen. But, for the first time in a while, nothing did—she kept her balance and made steady progress. Relatively slow thanks to a lack of practice and the crutch taking way more effort to use than she remembered, but progress nonetheless. A couple of hobbled circles around the room later, Sue turned towards Doc and gave them a wide, triumphant smile.

They looked and felt happy, so all was well.

Their gesture toward the bed was straightforward, Sue hobbling over before sitting down and putting the crutch away. They then glanced outside, muttering something to themselves before speaking up towards the fox. Ember woofed disapprovingly in return, scrambling back to Sue's side.

You know Doc is right, silly, it's getting really late. It's time to head home.

Sue gave Ember a patient smile before sending them off with a few pats. Bowlcut was next, Leafy carrying them towards her to say goodbye. The lil' Martian tried to scramble out of their hold as Sue waved them away, giggling at their antics.

"Ghood nhight, I'll shee yhou all thomorrow."

The precise contents of her words might not have been understood, but she felt her intent was transferred, anyway. Bowlcut enthusiastically waved at her while being carried out, almost knocking their nanny off balance. Ember trailed them out after one last look towards her, the door creaking shut behind them.

Doc's mumbles caught her attention, the gesture that followed straightforward. They tilted her head, closed their eyes, and mimed resting their head on a pillow. Sue wasn't particularly exhausted just yet, but a good night's rest would do her well, regardless. Rolling her eyes a bit, she obeyed their instructions and laid down.

Goodness, this place was comfy.

With their patient laid to bed, Doc smiled and blew the candle further away from her, plunging most of the room in a soft shade. They were about to repeat that with the other one before reminding themselves of something important—at least judging by their audible surprise and the subsequent dash out the door.

She'd never seen them move this urgently before, their soft body downright comical while running.

After calming down her giggling, Sue finally tried to chill out. Guess putting out the last candle would be left to her, but she was in no rush—the faint background light was rather comforting. Back at home, she usually slept with her laptop's monitor turned on. It was one socially acceptable alternative for a night light, and this was another, even if less reusable.

Just as she began to doze off, her attempt at sleep was interrupted by the front door creaking open again, accompanied by Doc's panting. She groaned, exhausted, but also quite curious about what was so important as to make the composed medic break into a mad sprint—a feather.

A sizable feather for sure, eye-catchingly blue at that—but just a feather all the same, carefully placed on the nightstand. Doc looked content with themselves despite the pointlessness of their action, mumbling with satisfaction. Realizing she had stirred to look at them, Doc simply nodded at her and blew the other candle out before Sue could act to the contrary.

Oh well.

Thinking nothing of it, the medic left with some more soft-spoken utterances. Sue was left in darkness, only illuminated by the faint violet glow creeping in through the window, and... the aforementioned feather. It radiated a soft, pale shine, too weak to light up the room, but just enough to be visible in the dark.

Maybe this was their version of a night light, hah.

With little stimuli to keep her awake, Sue soon dozed off. Even her overactive worrying couldn't withstand the gentle glow that filled her eyes, calming her by the moment. Regardless of its intended use and significance, it sure looked nice, the pleasant shade of blue soothing her mind as it warded off nightmares.

What it did not ward off, though, were more religious visions.


Here, again.

Sue warmed her hands by the fire as she realized where she was once more. Familiar guitar twanging mixed with the crackling of flames as she relaxed by the campfire, its warmth as comforting as ever despite being wholly imaginary.

Guess these dreams won't always suck.

The sky was chock full of brilliant stars, shining as if just for her, accompanied by a splendid full moon. Even its pale light felt much warmer, much more... gentle, than its usual coldness in the waking world.

The Moon God's voice was there, too.

To nobody's surprise, there was precisely zero progress as far as understanding it went. It took the voice stopping for Sue to even notice it, incomprehensible words having turned into background noise. Just there, until they suddenly weren't. The expectant silence that followed left Sue unnerved, as if somebody was waiting for her to do something.

"I've no idea what you're saying. Don't you have some other dreams to be in?" she asked, exasperation dripping from every syllable. None of this made any sense. She couldn't take this 'talking to a Moon God' nonsense seriously, not even inside her own dreams. She wondered how much of this was just a figment of her imagination, and was leaning towards 'all of it.'

Despite having just been told off, the heavenly voice kept going, urgent and insistent. Sue couldn't help but worry—yes, this was all just a dream, but she'd rather her mind not subject her to further horrors because of something she couldn't understand. Speaking of horrors—the other, masculine voice appeared to be mysteriously absent, though considering everything going on, it was at best a footnote.

"Y'know, if you want me to know what you're talking about, how about you write it down or something?" Sue quipped, rolling her eyes. "Aren't you a god or someth—"

Her follow-up was interrupted by a sheet of paper splatting right against her face. The forehead curl shielded her from the brunt of the attack as she flailed in surprise, soon grabbing and examining. A page torn out of a lined notebook, something written on it in pencil—

...

Oh for fuck's sake.

The scribbling was too regular, too orderly to not be some kind of writing—too bad it was one completely alien to her. It was very geometric, unlike anything she'd ever seen, dozens of straight lines forming many shapes, with only some of them filled. She had no idea whether one symbol ended and the other began, making it even more daunting than it already had been.

It was kinda like Korean, in that Korean was the language she knew of that was least utterly dissimilar to it.

Half the page was taken up by a drawing of... something. Sue had no idea what it was supposed to be, but it made her think of a ghost of sorts. Its body was wispy and all black, with an hourglass-shaped... torso at its core. A couple of arms and a head were its only extremities, the latter looking like a white plume surrounded by a spiky crest, a single eye peeking out from its base.

A good contender for a sleep paralysis demon, though Sue doubted whether that was anywhere near the intent of the drawing. Given that the accompanying text was about as helpful as the sketches of dicks on the margins of her actual notebooks, her attention only had one way to go. She pointed at the eerie sketch before looking up at the Moon, asking with much less exasperation than before, "Who's that?"

The second page hitting her face that imagined night did not startle her any less.

She grabbed the sheet of paper with an annoyed grunt before glaring at the moonlit sky, snarling out, "You don't have to toss it in my fucking face, you know!?"

The mighty lunar deity mumbled what Sue presumed to be an apology. She grumbled, flipped the page over, and examined the... mostly solid blackness. The only part not filled in with solid color was a shaded circle at the center, the fine details revealing it to be the Moon. Was that spooky ghost-looking thing... the sky dimmer Satan... deity?

No, these two don't deserve nicknames. They can figure something out if they're so up and mighty.

"Alright, if that's supposed to be the spooky one, then what the hell are you, and why did you even bring this all up to begin with?" she asked, equal parts annoyed and curious.

To Sue's relief, the response didn't slap her in the face this time. Instead, it took a much more civilized route of spontaneously manifesting on her lap while she wasn't looking, in the form of a tiny bundle of pages. The topmost one seemed to contain the answer to her first question, a drawing depicting a—





Actually, scratch that. This one gets a nickname, after all.

Moon God is Duck now.


It was very hard to deny the similarity between the object of the sketch and the bread munchers of her local ponds. The only actual differences were the tusks on the sides of its head, a curved horn, and its wings looking like flimsy, translucent arcs—somehow. It even had a third such arc on its back, larger than the other two. Judging by its location, the only purpose it might have had was providing the divine entity with a speed boost while flying or swimming around.

Duck goes nyooom.

After finally easing out her laughter, Sue could examine the rest of the scribbles. Duck kept talking all the while, but she didn't have it in her to care about their unamused words. The second page depicted a rudimentary comic, its plot all too familiar.

The first panel featured a human with a backpack on a forest trail. An arrow connected it towards the only other defined panel, showing a Martian lying unconscious in the mud. Next to the arrow was none other than the Sky Dimmer Satan himself, together with some more geometrical writing. The implication was obvious, making her ask, "Wait, did that other guy bring me here and cause all this?"

Duck responded with a raised tone, contributing precious nothing towards making all this any more understandable. Sue's head tilted as she tried to figure out whether that meant 'yes' or 'no', arriving nowhere. Weirder still, the celestial voice sounded similarly uncertain, mumbling before quieting out and… sighing.

"Guess I'm not the only one confused for once, eh, Duck?" Sue chuckled. The lunar deity answered with some more mumbles in a raised, almost apologetic voice—or at least, that's how it felt. But why would it—

Suddenly, a migraine.

Sue grunted, the sudden pain no less uncomfortable than the real stuff that occasionally ruined her days. Her free hand reached up to clasp her head, trying and failing to banish the sensation of a rusted knife drilling into her head. She shouted, "H-hey, what the—stop, STOP THIS!"

The subsuming pain made it difficult to make out Ducks response, the serene sensations of her brain frying itself eclipsing everything else. A roll of nausea surged through her body—and then it and the pain stopped as abruptly as they had started.

Sue was dazed, achy, and really, really pissed at all the nonsense taking place inside her head. She glared at the imagined celestial body, getting up from her seat, and shouted, "You know what, fuck this and fuck you! Get the hell out of my dreams you—whatever the fuck you are!"

Surprisingly, but not at all unwantedly, her indignation had an effect.

A strong wind kicked up out of nowhere, fierce and loud enough to eclipse Duck's pleading. Sue didn't care—she was fed up with all this, with having no idea what was happening, with this torment inside her own mind.

Before Sue knew it, the dream once more came undone in front of her own eyes; pieces of landscape fell into a colorless void. As if to spite her one last time, the page slipped out of her grasp and slammed into her face once more. She wanted nothing more than to just tear the stupid thing apart and was about to do so before spotting a detail that wasn't there before; the rest of the dream dissipating moments later—

There was a question mark next to the drawing of the ghost Satan now.​



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Chapter 4: Recon


Chapter 4: Recon



As good as it felt to tell off an imaginary deity, it ended up coming with a noticeable downside. Sue's old professors would've been up in arms at her linking the two events based on nothing but coincidence, but since they weren't the ones that had to deal with their dreams being invaded, their opinion didn't count anymore.

She slept like crap.

Doc shook her arm, making her finally commit to awareness after several hours of restlessness. Exhaustion stuck to her despite her best efforts, showing itself through tired groans and sand in her eyes. Eventually, she tried to sit up, the action only making her soreness worse as she greeted, "G-good mhorning, Doc."

The medic responded in kind as they checked up on her leg. They found the sight satisfying, in that it hadn't changed since the previous evening, rating it a soft squeak and an animal-person's pat of approval out of ten. Sue just smiled and nodded absentmindedly, mentally still not there yet. Doc chuckled briefly at her reaction before turning for the exit door—and stopping right as they were about to press on the handle.

It took Sue embarrassingly long to catch onto that, eyebrows slowly raising as she finally spotted the medic looking at her over their shoulder. Once they'd realized she'd noticed, they changed their plans, pulling out the scroll from yesterday and getting to drawing on its clean side.

Wonder what they're scribbling over there.

Maybe they were gonna ask her what she wanted? Not like she knew what the things she'd eaten yesterday were, especially with all the fruits and veggies she didn't recognize. She could try to go off the resemblance to actual food she's had in the past, but that was about it.

Is this a sandwich, or some weird fruit salad? Not even Duck knows.

Sue chuckled at the thought, thinking back to the supposed depiction of the imagined lunar deity and wondering how much of that was based on any sort of reality. She didn't think herself creative enough to come up with all she'd seen and heard out of whole cloth. It was probably just a combination of her mental exhaustion and the quirks of this body—that was the only possibility that made sense, really.

Despite everything that had happened so far, her suspension of disbelief didn't go as far as to let her think that an honest to god... god had actually contacted her in her dreams—let alone two. Imposter from Earth or not, she couldn't have been anywhere near interesting enough to warrant such an act. Besides, they had clear difficulties communicating with her, quite pitiful if they really were deities.

No matter what their deal was, Sue was sure she wanted nothing to do with them, anyway—

A light tap against her arm snapped her to awareness; eyes darted to the side just in time to catch the medic's amused expression. It only lasted a moment before they spoke up and offered her the edited scroll. They kept chuckling at her absentmindedness, but she was too focused on their drawing to notice.

A pair of rudimentary comics covered the page, sharing the final panel. The first one featured Doc heading out, walking up to a counter with a tray in their arms, and returning with it now filled. The other, instead, had her tag along with them to the same counter. In either case, the end result was her cartoonishly gorging herself on food, though the latter approach appealed to her much more.

Getting to stretch my legs and scope out the area to plan my getaway? Sign me the hell up.

Enthusiastic nods and pointing at the second drawing were enough to convey her intent. Doc smiled as they whisked the scroll away, waiting for Sue to get up. Now that she actually felt awake, she soon climbed out of the bed, right hand holding onto the rough wood of her crutch like it was her only key to freedom. Which, at this rate, it may very well have been.

Once she was up, Doc nodded encouragingly and held the door open for her like a proper gentle... creature. Maneuvering towards the exit door turned out tricky, especially with the door frame turning out to be an inch shorter than her.

Oh, bother.

Faced with this existential obstacle, Sue decided to try bowing her way under the overhang. With a calculated move that was only partially accidental, she stumbled out the door in one piece. A few moments of desperately regaining her balance later, she successfully came to a stop outside, the sunlight making her squint. She had made it through the five or so meters separating her from the rest of this village—time to behold the spoils.

A breath of fresh air was welcome in both the literal and figurative senses; the chilly breeze reinvigorated Sue as she looked around. There were several cabins just like the one she'd left, and a couple of larger stone buildings on the other side of the path. She could've sworn she even saw something reminiscent of barebones machinery through the window of one of the wooden huts.

And all around, creatures of all shapes and sizes—including a literal dragon flying its way overhead. It was nowhere near the size of Smaug, but it still dwarfed her enough to unnerve her, despite being rounded and somewhat non-threateningly orange. Before she could investigate it or the purple mammal with overly long arms passing by, Doc tugged on her free arm.

Sue got the point well enough, turning to follow their footsteps as they headed further into the village. Oddly enough, they didn't bother to lock the door to their clinic beforehand—but maybe they'd just magicked it shut instead. Half bunny, half marshmallow wizard medics were one thing, but them just leaving the door to their place open was much harder to believe.

A couple of turns later, their trip had led them to a massive plaza, easily the size of multiple football fields. Dozens of creatures filled it, doing everything from just walking and talking, to sunbathing and even making art. It was calm enough to remind her of a Sunday at her local park.

Most of the clearing opened towards the surrounding woods—reassuring, considering her foretold future. Though, on a second look, the large, well-trodden path cutting through the treeline at the opposite side made it too obvious of a getaway route.

The side of the plaza she'd just stepped through was lined up with stalls and kitchens, most with a picnic table or two in front of them. The tables were similar to the ones in her world—not that there was much to improve upon.

That didn't mean the local mutants didn't try.

Some tables had benches only along half their length, leaving the other half to just dangle awkwardly. Was it a standing table of some sort? Couldn't have been too comfortable, but who knows. Sue pondered on that tangent, following Doc as many an inhuman being passed her by. She knew only that they were there, ranging from being shorter than her knee to towering over her.

Overstimulation autopilot made her stumble forward for a few more paces before her sixth sense took notice of the medic trying to catch her attention, spotting them waving for her once she glanced over her shoulder. Seems they had reached their destination.

The stall looked just like Doc's drawing from earlier, decorated with earthy colors and wooden doodads. A quick look at its inside revealed a well-equipped kitchen, at least as far as pre-industrial cooking technology went. A handful of etched-in drawings of meals were displayed above the counter, though seemingly lacking anything that could denote their price. Above the pictures sat...

Uh-oh.

The writing on the sign might have been crude on behalf of having been sloppily painted on, but it was undeniably the same script she'd seen in her dream last night—guess that part wasn't just her strained imagination. Which only begged the question, what about the rest of it? Was Duck real? And if so, just what the hell was it, and why did it enter her mind like that?

A fine addition to the fort of confusion in her head, though this particular conundrum felt... more worrisome than anything else.

Before Sue could investigate the possibility that her unusually holy dreams weren't her own creations, a couple of sounds caught her attention. Namely, knocking on wood and high-pitched grunts, her gaze snapping downwards at their source. The creature before her was... a fairy. Or at least, something fairy-adjacent—though not the Tinkerbell type. A familiar bipedal frame reaching up to her chest-mounted letter opener was welcome, but even that apparent similarity didn't withstand a closer inspection.

They were a pink blob with a pair of arms, legs, large, black-tipped ears, and spiky… wings? There was no distinction where their face ended and the rest of the body began, making it look almost drawn on. Besides all that, they were also rather impatient, the finding corroborated by Sue's eyes, ears, and sixth sense alike. Their three-fingered hands tapped rhythmically on the wooden counter as they waited for something. Or rather, someone.

Or even more precisely, her.

Sue was unsure what to do—it's not like she could just ask what each meal was. Even crudely pointing at the signs got complicated with her being broke. She supposed Doc would cover for her—they took her here and would've grabbed something for her regardless—but being put on the spot like that didn't help her anxiety any.

She hoped that a few 'ummmm's would be enough to convey her unease. Fortunately, Doc got what she was getting at right away. Unfortunately, they just tapped her hand before pointing up at the presented meals, cutting through any feigned ignorance she might've had.

Alright, what to choose now...

The sketches were far from clear. Some looked like salads, some looked like baked goods, but the rest were, at best, impressionist takes on food, mostly resembling piles of round… things. Maybe one of those was those roasted fruit pieces; those were excellent. Ultimately, she didn't have a way to know for sure—guess it'd have to come down to random chance.

Confusing everyone around her even further, Sue resorted to the good ol' arbiter, "E-eehnie, Meehnie, Mhiney, Moe…"

Half a minute and one muttered out tune later, Sue's little lottery was done. She pried her eyes open, finding herself pointing at a crude approximation of a jam-filled pastry. Not an awful choice to stumble on—suppose Fate saw it fit to provide her with some much-needed reassurance.

Reassurance which was cut into the moment she looked around. Doc and the pink fairy creature were staring at her, completely dumbfounded, baffled about what any of that was. Sue resolved the resulting deadlock by stabbing with what used to be her index finger toward the selected drawing to underline her selection. It conveyed the message, but a realization that soon followed left Sue too distracted to verify that.

Guess what felt like her index finger was now her… middle finger. Huh.

On top of everything else weird about this body, it had an uncanny ability to flip people off by accident—all it really took was pointing at something. The dissonance between what fingers she felt she was using and how her gestures actually looked left her uneasy. Neither Doc nor the other one seemed insulted—in all likelihood, the middle finger as a gesture didn't even exist here, what with every creature having its own different amount of fingers. If it even had fingers to begin with.

The worry being irrational didn't make Sue feel any less awkward.

While she internally fretted about nothing, the pointy pink one got on her order, starting with the dough. Sue's increasingly strained sanity baptized them with a very serious and not-at-all potentially demeaning nickname of 'Pixie'. The wooden rolling pin in their paws was a strangely familiar, but not at all unwelcome sight. It provided a connection to home, even if a tenuous and shallow one. What was less familiar was the way Pixie used it. After a few moments of using it normally, they let go of it with one hand, and then… began wagging a finger, tracing out a small circle at nothing in particular.

Things began to happen before Sue could even get dumbfounded enough to form a coherent question.

One after another, several fruits leaped out of the baskets in the back and onto the counter beside the fairy. Once they'd landed, the cook switched from finger wagging to a stone knife, slicing the berries while continuing to roll the dough with their other hand. Despite their clumsy appearance, they sure had more coordination than her college's entire miserable basketball team combined.

Observing the fairy cook at work turned out to be much more interesting than expected. Each time they wagged their finger, things just… happened. A fire lit in their oven, the berry slices leaped onto the grate above the flames, more berries flung themselves from the back. There was no consistency in Pixie's magic, and yet, they looked entirely in control.

A squeak from behind her alerted her to Doc trying to catch her attention. They pointed towards a nearby picnic table before heading there themselves. Right as she was about to follow them, Sue spared one more glance at the kitchen—and froze in fear.

Massive, glowing red eyes, almost like brake lights, were emerging from the shadows on the kitchen's back wall. A wide grin soon formed underneath them, attached to a pitch-black body.

Whatever that demon was, its gaze was set on Pixie. It drew closer and closer to them without making a single noise, Sue too terrified to even whimper. It kept glancing towards her, as if to ensure she'd be too afraid to act. A part of her told her to run. Run like a madmartian, run as far as she could with her injury—but she couldn't. The impulse that had led her to protect Ember from that giant spider wouldn't let her, forcing her to save Pixie.

Except, there were no rocks to throw this time, and an insurmountable obstacle separated her from the approaching demon, leaving her with very few options. As the shadow creature neared closer and closer to Pixie, she finally pushed through the cold paralysis and did the only thing she could think of—point and shout.

"W-WATCH OUT!"​

Her call caught Pixie's attention despite not being understood. All it did, though, was confuse them as they glanced at Sue—at least until they spotted the pointing finger and… audibly groaned. They then did what nobody on the scene should've expected—

Namely, turned around on their heel and planted a smooch right on the demon's cheek.

The kiss stunned the newcomer and Sue alike, the former erupting into a blush. Their utterings sounded simultaneously croaky and whispered, not helping with Sue's confusion any. The ghost's embarrassment might've made Pixie giggle in their twinkly voice, but seeing Sue's slack-jawed shock made them break into bellowing laughter.

The spooky one soon followed, rambling on as they laughed, a well-lit spot letting Sue finally make out their shape. They were very similar to Pixie—almost the same size and with an absence of wings being their only noticeable anatomical difference. If not for their introduction and looking more like a ghost than an actual living creature, she might have even considered them being related.

It took a while for Sue to calm down as she stared at the laughing duo, slowly processing the situation. The not-ghost had snuck up on Pixie, as if they were about to attack them. How the cook had reacted to her alert, this seemed to be a regular occurrence between them. They were obviously unafraid of the spook; the kiss suggesting fondness, even. But if that's the case, then why would—

...



Did—did I just get pranked by that shadowy gremlin?

The realization that she was a victim of a practical joke provided some well-needed relief, but Sue was still unamused. She was already easy to scare before all this, and her newfound frailty only made that worse. Especially with everyone here being magical and the exact extent of their capabilities unknown—and Sue really wished it to remain that way.

Though… she must've made one hell of a face.

The thought cracked her stunned expression, a small chuckle leaving her as the pair calmed down. Eventually, all the laughter had brought Doc back, making them call out towards the presumed couple. Reassuringly, the medic was just as unamused about Sue being the victim of a prank as she had been. The three argued about it for a while as Sue watched on, sticking out even more than usual with her foot of height over all of them, her posture slouching with each passing moment.

It was all good fun—for someone, at least—until the group smelled smoke.

Pixie dashed back into their kitchen as Sue glanced at the grill, revealing some of the fruit slices to have leaped way past well done and straight into charcoal territory. An appropriate comeuppance if nothing else, the cook's grumbling bringing mischief to Sue's heart. It would've been even better had it happened to the actual culprit, but she wasn't gonna argue with Fate.

Thankfully, Doc was more than keen to remedy that, continuing to barrage the shadowy—you know what, if they're so eager to spook people, then 'Spook' is what they're gonna be. Either way, Doc was barraging Spook and breaking through their excuses, until they finally caved, rolling their eyes as they approached Sue. Their voice was unamused, but she didn't care, not with them having brought it on themselves. Their half-creaked, half-whispered words didn't ring even the most remote bell in Sue's mind, but her sixth sense let her feel a bit of genuine apology in them.

They weren't all excuses, even if said rather begrudgingly.

Nobody was ultimately hurt, and if not for her being new to this world, she would've probably found it much more amusing, so... apology accepted, expressed with a weary smile and a nod.

Spook pondered for a moment before stumbling on another mischievous idea, looking about ready to do… something involving her outstretched hand. Thankfully, Doc brought them back in line with a single pointed squeak, the specter's excitement evaporating with a groan. Despite their ghostly appearance, their handshake felt normal, being cold to the touch aside.

With that forced introduction over, Doc patted her side and gestured towards the table once more. And, with no more terrifying pranks to distract her, Sue gladly followed. Once she'd sat and let go of the crutch, she took a moment to massage her wrist and arm, not expecting them to have gotten so sore just by walking.

Guess that constitutes a workout, even if it's the one-armed kind usually reserved for the guys.

She giggled loudly at the thought while internally regretting there was nobody around—potentially even nobody else in this entire world—that would get her joke. That… was a bit of a downer.

Before she could hit another checkpoint on the emotional rollercoaster ride, Spook spoke up behind her. They were just standing there in the open, looking sillier than Sue had expected. Their dark, unnaturally matte coloration stood out like a sore thumb—and levitating an inch off the ground didn't help, either.

A loud bark of the most familiar variety caught her attention before she could think through that sight. She looked over just in time to see Ember dashing towards her. The fox immediately lifted her mood, especially as they reached their goal by leaping onto her lap with one clean jump, making her chuckle at their enthusiasm. "H-hehe, good mhorning Embher!"

The fiery pup responded in the only correct way—by climbing on the table and smothering her face in very warm, very happy licks. Sue was too enamored to stop them, and even Doc's words took a while to convince Ember to ease out. They then woofed something behind themselves, making Sue glance over as well.

*squeak!*

I'm glad to see you too, Bowlcut.

They and Leafy had almost caught up to the rest of the group by the time Ember had pointed them out. Bowlcut half waddled, half ran up to the bench before stopping and reaching up towards her, making Sue and Leafy alike giggle at the sight. The littlest one immediately tried to snuggle into her once she'd set them on her lap, melting her heart.

Enough so to make her forget about the threat that came from their family, at least for a moment.

It was weird just how affectionate they were towards her. With how different every living creature here was from each other, the lil' one may have just been happy to see one of their own kin. Sue wasn't convinced by that explanation, but ultimately, there was no point in trying to rationalize their joy away, not with how cute and soothingly warm it was. She could let herself enjoy it, just for today.

And enjoy it, she did. One hand stroked Ember as the other held Bowlcut close. The Martian tyke could not decide whether they wanted more pets, to be picked up, or to be hugged. Sue catered to all those needs by alternating between them every once in a while, much to their audible enjoyment, while the rest of the table chatted amongst themselves. Doc, Spook, and now Leafy had taken up the opposite bench, the latter occasionally gesturing to make the tyke laugh.

To Sue's relief, their discussion only sometimes revolved around her.

Considering the circumstances of her appearance and her disability, she'd obviously be talked about a lot. Despite everyone's good intentions, not understanding anything they were saying still left her uneasy, though. Or, at least, mostly everyone's good intentions—she still had no idea what Spook's deal was. To her relief, everyone was so used to them as to see any pranks from a mile away and deny them the satisfaction. They whined and rolled their eyes each time, but it never took long for them to go back to mischief afterwards—or, once Pixie had made their way back, to elation.

With the cook around, Spook's grin felt much less unnatural, despite being just as massive as before. Their joy was shared by the rest of the table, if for different reasons. The cook had brought a whole trayful of goods with them, sitting down beside Ember while handing out the meals to everyone gathered.

Sue and Doc got a piece of warm, fruity-smelling pastry each, while Leafy and Bowlcut received small bowls of roasted veggies. Ember, meanwhile, got a seared, richly spiced piece of fruit, the scent tingling Sue's nose. The meals were accompanied by mugs of pleasantly chilled water. She briefly wondered how that was accomplished with no technology from even the same century as a fridge, before shrugging that thought aside.

With the meals finally handed out, Pixie could get comfy, petting the lil' fox as they grabbed their breakfast. It reminded Sue of toast—two flat layers of light dough with copious amounts of jam between them. The cook's grace continued to be immaculate, not a speck smearing on their cheeks as they ate.

Curiously, they hadn't brought anything for Spook. The prankster didn't seem to mind, preoccupied with chatting while staring at Pixie with infatuation in their eyes.

Some mixed messages being sent here.

Pixie's arrival marked a welcome change in the topics being discussed, in that Sue as a subject was dropped completely. She appreciated the change, finally able to peace out and simply enjoy her meal without her extrasensory perception warning her about others paying attention to her. Bowlcut's squirming made that trickier, especially with Leafy occasionally coming over to wipe the mess off the baby's cheeks, but it was still by far the calmest she's felt since she'd first woken up here.

Eventually, even that was helped. One of Pixie's comments had the tyke squeak happily and scramble towards the cook, setting upon hugging the fairy's side. The sight of Bowlcut's limitless affection extending to those outside their kin warmed her heart—especially with Ember using the opportunity to climb back onto her lap.

As she pet the lil' fox on autopilot, Sue allowed herself to space out. The surrounding calmness helped, letting her mind soon drift off into something resembling meditation. She felt her anxieties fade away, becoming meaningless by the moment.

Everything would be fine.

She would find her way back home.

Meeting the royals tomorrow would go well.

And maybe, just maybe, she would learn the incoherent mishmash that constituted the local language someday.

She might not have consciously believed those thoughts, but they were a pleasant distraction from the uneasy confusion she'd felt until now—a distraction that was eventually interrupted by a snout touching her leg. Her zen state kept Sue from getting startled in response, but the cold, damp touch still got a small jump out of her, one which the lil' fox had noticed, looking under the table with her.

This critter's coloration was almost as fiery as Ember's. Instead of a mixture of yellow and red, their coat was bright orange with black stripes along their back and hindquarters. Their shape was closer to a dog than a fox, the lion-like mane aside. They were by far the most animalistic out of any creature she'd seen in the village so far—if not for their stripes and mane, Sue might have even confused them for an actual puppy.

If literally every other creature here was any sign, that puppy had a similar level of intelligence to her and was trying to catch her attention. They didn't look or feel hostile, and she couldn't sense anything negative coming from them, so she doubted it was anything bad—



On that point, I can't sense anything else coming from them, either…

The realization made Sue squint at the newcomer as Ember hopped off her lap and sniffed them, before getting taken aback and turning very affectionate towards them. The two immediately got to nuzzling one another as Sue stared blankly.

For the second time today, her dumbfounded expression was a cause for someone else's amusement.

This time, however, it was kept much more covert. As the newcomer tried to stay quiet, their head... transformed into something else. Sue reeled back at the sight—at least until she recognized this particular head. Dark gray with red accents and blue eyes, vulpine ears, and a black mane underneath—

It's the little shit that stole my peaches.

And, by extension, the little shit she ended up saving later that day. Even being unable to detect them with her sixth sense checked out, reminding her of that uncomfortable fact. She sure didn't remember them doing anything like this shapeshifting from the brief time she'd seen them, though.

Her uncertainty was soon noticed, and swiftly acted upon. Between her blinks, the orange dog had turned entirely into that gray and red fox, smirking up at her for just a moment before reverting to their disguise—which raised the question of why they were hiding like that to begin with.

Sue could ponder on that mystery later—right now, she was preoccupied by the pair of foxes affectionately nuzzling her leg. She couldn't help but smile, reaching as inconspicuously as possible to stroke the gray one's head. The sensation that accompanied the softness of their fur was... weird. Slightly like Bowlcut and Doc weird, but altogether different. Not uncomfortable, though, not in the slightest.

As one imposter pet the other, she realized that while the gray fox might have been able to disguise their appearance, that didn't extend to physical presence, as evidenced by her hands feeling their ears while seemingly touching air. Sadly, their fun didn't last long. Soon enough, Bowlcut had noticed the newcomer, startling them and prompting them to leave. They took their time, strutting out from underneath the table while Ember escorted them out and woofed them away.

Suppose that was ultimately much more inconspicuous than dashing away in panic.

It also resulted in Bowlcut reclaiming their proper spot on her lap. Sue giggled at the switcheroo as she kept thinking about that gray fox and their mysteries, starting with them being hidden to her extra sense. She concentrated on her mental radar as she looked around the clearing, trying to match each little tug to a specific creature. She had to give up halfway through thanks to a mounting migraine, but she hadn't spotted anyone else that her sixth sense didn't sense clearly. She wondered whether any creatures like that lived here at all, and if not, why?

It was really weird for that gray fox to be forced to hide because of something as unimportant as her ability to sense them, especially with how integrated this place looked. There were hundreds upon hundreds of species in here—hell, they and Ember were way more similar to each other than either was to any other creature around. Why did one have to hide and not the other?

What a mess.

As Sue mulled through it all, her mind drifted toward names once more. She tried to come up with something for the dark fox, but only drew blanks each time. Nothing, not even something on the same level of abject stupidity as 'Bowlcut'—not that her concern for their situation would have let her keep anything this dumb, anyway.

Sudden motion around her finally pulled her out of her own head. Pixie used their finger-wagging magic to bring all the long-emptied dishes onto the tray before carrying it away. Spook followed them out in the most direct way possible—straight through the table as if it didn't exist whatsoever.

The total lack of reaction from those gathered let Sue know that, like Ember literally breathing fire, this was apparently normal. Who knows, maybe Spook was an actual ghost and these just… existed here. Sure wouldn't be out of place next to dragons, fairies, shapeshifting foxes, and giant enemy spiders.

With the cook and their... sidekick taking their leave, there wasn't much left to chat about. The remaining topics were quickly wrapped up, and peaceful silence settled in shortly after. Sue didn't mind one bit; it was nice to chill like that.

Especially with doom looming on the horizon.

Sue shuddered at reminding herself of that before glancing around the plaza in search of another route into the surrounding woods. Nothing, just the wide main road and a small pathway off to the side. Maybe she should try sneaking out on the other side of the village? Nah, probably too predictable. Though… if she'd gotten away before running into that royal, they wouldn't have much reason to chase after her. They'd still maybe try out of concern, but would soon give up and write it off as a weirdo going back to doing weird things after having gotten better for a couple days.

She'd just be another in what was no doubt a long list of weird events that had happened in this place. Or one of the very few weird events. Who knows, maybe the threshold for what constituted 'weird' here was really high—high enough for her arrival and departure to not even count.

I really, really wish I could ask.

The sensation of a leaf brushing against her arm clued her in to Leafy picking Bowlcut up, followed by a tilt of their head towards the rest of the village. Utter anatomical weirdness aside, she had to admit the bushbug nanny was quite cute. Cuter than any insect or plant had any right to be, at least. With the baby removed from her lap, Sue fiddled with the crutch until she'd found some well-needed stability, soon catching up to the rest of the group.

Ember did their best to sneak in some nuzzles as Sue hobbled along. It may have made staggering forward just that bit harder, but it was still welcome on the principle of Ember being very cute. She already wanted to pet them all day because their affection was the only thing in this wild world that she could entirely and utterly understand, and their every action only contributed further towards that desire.

Curiously, they weren't heading to Doc's hut this time. Sue didn't mind; she'd had more than enough time to let her arm recover—she just had no idea where else they could be taking her.

The breakfast relaxation helped keep her grounded as her group made their way through the village's streets and paths. All the species surrounding them were much easier to process now that she was sated, fully awake, and at least temporarily at peace. Sue was surprised to realize just how many birds there were here. They perched all around, be it on the roofs of the buildings or an occasional pole. She wasn't sure what the latter was for—until she made out a lantern-like cage near the top.

As neat as the realization they had street lights in here was, she had no idea what they could have been using as a light source. Candles were much too weak, so maybe torches like in some video games she'd played? It wouldn't be too outlandish, but she couldn't see how a torch large enough to light up its surroundings would fit in there.

Guess she could try to sneak out at night to see for herself? She really wanted to, but knowing what awaited her tomorrow dissuaded her from it—she'd need all the sleep she could get. Ultimately, the entire conundrum was relegated to the back of her head, adding to the confusion pile. By now, it was a bona fide confusion fort.

To her disappointment, the group moved briskly past the ongoing construction effort, not letting her take much of it in.

A gray, rock-like bipedal rhino felled trees in the back and carried them to the worksite proper. Then, each log was cut to shape and prepared for assembly by something halfway between an insect, a robot, and a can of fiercely red paint. And finally, the building itself was being assembled by a creature so close to a human that Sue had to do a double take at seeing them—only to get disillusioned upon seeing them rocking four extremely muscular arms and not two.

Guess that explains where all the really huge creatures have been hiding all along.

To offset Sue feeling even frailer than before, at least the little brown... pangolin working on the foundation was much shorter than her. And quite cute at that, even with all the spikes on their back.

While they marched to their next destination, several villagers stopped Doc to exchange a few words each, Sue's arm not appreciating the resulting pauses. One creature caught her attention in particular, their dark blue chitin standing out among the sea of fur and feathers. They looked like a beetle and towered over the medic—they were even taller than her if their curved horn was included.

Despite their size, they were quite reserved, only exchanging a couple words with Doc and leaving after receiving words of reassurance. If not for their lightning fast bow towards her, Sue would've thought they hadn't even noticed her.

Fortunately for her arm, their actual destination was right up ahead.

This clearing was much smaller than the other one, almost empty aside from the group of various small creatures resting in front of a blue bird that—somehow—sat inside a tiny, localized cloud. Or plumage that very much looked like a cloud. Either or. What was much easier to figure out than the bird's anatomy was that all the little creatures were an assortment of children, ones very excited at Leafy's arrival to boot.

Each of them said something to the bushbug as they noticed them, presumably a greeting. And with none of them being in sync and their voices sounding like anything from rumbling gravel to outright whistling, the result was an utter cacophony that made all the adults on the scene wince, Doc especially.

Guess those big ears aren't just for show, heh.

Thankfully, few kids were interested in her. A little green quadruped with a… leaf sticking from the top of its head and a part blue, part black bipedal dog with four ears walked over to investigate her, but that was about it. The latter even woofed something out toward her, but Doc's calm squeaks were enough to make them nod and scramble back to their group. A group that Bowlcut and Leafy had joined in the meantime, the bushbug sitting down beside the living cloud. The whole gathering felt even happier than before, and the bird eventually resumed their singsong lecture.

Was this a daycare of some sort? It kinda looked like one. But if that was the case, then what about Ember?

A downward glance revealed the little fox to have stayed glued to her side, not even considering joining the group of assorted kids. Nobody around was pressuring them to, either. Guess they either were too old, despite fitting on her lap, or were granted permission to chill with their savior in their parent's absence. Sue really wished she could crouch and give them a few pets right about now.

With Leafy and Bowlcut delivered to their destination, Doc quietly caught her attention and took off. She blinked at seeing them not turning right around, but quickly caught up afterward—seems they weren't quite done yet. Fortunately for her crutch arm, their next stop wasn't far away. It grabbed much more of Sue's attention than a mutant animal daycare, though not because of any reasons the rest of the group knew about.

The central wall of carvings narrowed towards the top, flanked by a pair of smaller tablets, angled to face the raised altar at the shrine's center. A large bowl sat on top of the altar, filled with massive, bright feathers—the same kind as the one Doc gave her last night. It was surrounded by diligently kept flowers, their colorfulness contrasting with the imposing nature of the engraving looming over them.

An engraving of Duck.

It was much more intricate than the by now hazy recollection of her dream, letting her spot some additional details. The pair of small paws on its front, to which the wing-like crescents connected. The crescent-Moon-like shape of what Sue initially thought to be tusks on either side of its head. And, last but not least, the multi-colored appearance of its arc-like wings, masterfully expressed despite the limitations of stonework.

A full moon loomed above it, slightly different from what she'd remembered from Earth.

Each of the walls facing the monument depicted its own scene, coming together to present Duck as a guardian deity of sorts. To the left, it was shielding a small creature from a writhing, black mass. To the right, it was driving that same black mass away. And finally, in the center, it was healing a visibly injured creature; crescent wings raised high as they wielded moonlight. Aside from the black mass on either side tablet, none of the engravings used any paint, making it stand out even further among the light-colored stone.

Guess Duck is kind of a big deal.

And probably isn't called 'Duck', either.

If not for Doc's kind nature, Sue would've gotten laughed at because of her expression for the third time today. To her appreciation, they kept themselves to a single amused comment at seeing her stare at the shrine slack jawed, before approaching it themselves. They stopped next to another creature, and as they got into their prayer, Sue focused on their fellow… worshipper.

Their body shape made her think of a badger standing on their hind legs. Their back was covered with velvety, dark purple fur, while the little she could make out of their front was cream-colored. She didn't have the time to focus on a ring of glowing purple spots around their neck before they turned towards Doc and spoke up with growls and soft whines. Once the medic was done with their prayer, they joined in on the chat; Sue left unnerved at the feeling of attention being placed on her again.

Ember kept close to her, clearly worried. They felt... afraid of the monument, maybe even of Duck itself. Considering Sue's experience with the deity forcing itself into her dreams, she sure couldn't blame them. Before she could reassure the little fox, though, a quiet, slow growl caught her attention.

Her gaze shot up to find the purple and cream badger mid-bow right before her. The elegance of the gesture left Sue unsure what to do before she feebly tried to replicate it, the result closer to a large nod than anything.

The resulting bow-off lasted for several long, awkward moments until Doc finally intervened, their brief comment clearly taking the badger aback. Even with that eye-opening revelation, they continued to hold their pose, determined to do… something. She decided to speak up to drive the point home, "Hello, I-I can't understhand you."

Sue could swear she saw their eyes twitch as they looked up at her.

Despite that, they resumed their graceful appearance shortly afterwards, straightening out before leaving with a brief comment. Wait, was that… contempt in their thoughts? Doc's gentle shaking of her hand took her out of that unpleasant train of thought, a paw pointing further into the village wordlessly conveying their intent.

Finally, back at the clinic.


The rest of the day passed rather quickly, for better or worse.

Sue took her time recovering, both from the injury that got her here and the exertion on her not-at-all athletic arm. Ember kept her company while they mostly just chilled. After lunch—the meal delivered this time—she'd charaded asking Doc to bring her some paper, the request eagerly fulfilled. She could tell they were disappointed when she used it to draw Ember instead of attempting to communicate, but they didn't let it get to their expression.

The lil' fox sure enjoyed it, at least.

A few hours later, she mimed out wanting to take another walk to get a better view of the construction site. The number of differences between that gray four-armed creature and actual humans made her feel dumb at having had to do a double take in the first place. It also clarified that they, as well as every other monster working on the new building, were strong enough to snap her in half, carrying entire logs and Doc-sized slabs of rock in one arm each.

The evening was less gruesome to think about.

Leafy and Bowlcut had paid them another, shorter visit. The tyke and Sue were once more overjoyed at seeing each other. She appreciated their presence, trying to stave off the sense of impending doom as the sun sank below the horizon.

Tomorrow was approaching fast, way too fast.

As much as Bowlcut had tried to cheer her up, none of it really worked. It left them just kinda sad as Leafy walked them back home after twilight, together with Ember this time. Soon after, Sue was left alone at last, with only mounting dread and that glowing feather to keep her company. The mental image of Doc stealing it from that very sacred shrine made her chuckle, but it was the only relief she got that evening.

The feather's glow guided her to sleep eventually, but it took much, much longer than she would've preferred—enough for the moon to be already high in the sky by the time she finally dozed off.

For all Sue knew, it was the last night of rest she would ever have.


The next thing she knew, she was falling.

Air whizzed past her body at deafening speeds, eyes feebly trying and failing to make sense of the vision. She couldn't do anything but watch as she flew through the cosmic void, surrounded by stars in every direction but down, all reduced to uncountable blurry lines.

All but one.

A single speck of golden light danced around her as she rocketed through the darkness, spiraling so close she felt like she could reach out and grab it. And she tried, many times, mind issuing the command to her body again and again, only for it to refuse each time, as if she was but a mere passenger.

Suddenly, a voice. Squeaky, grating, neither male nor female. It chided her for things unknown, things unknowable; goaded her towards her Fate with its every word.

And then; it flung her forth.

An instant later, she was somewhere else altogether, bathed in bright blue and green. The golden twinkle was gone, absent with no reason or explanation. In its stead, so many others, creeping up on her, unknown and hostile. White and green and black and yellow, without shape, without comprehension.

Another blink, a spider's maw about to devour her whole.

A silver comet crashed into her, shattering her body. It spoke with an angelic choir, its words beyond comprehension as they guided her towards her Destiny. Its impact sent her tumbling off course, down, down, down.

Down towards a clearing.

Down towards a campfire.

Down towards a pair of scarlet eyes, staring back at her.

Down towards these familiar guitar twangs.

Here comes the ground.​



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I wonder if another psychic type could communicate mind to mind with Sue. Or a Lucario with Aura. Or Arceus. Apparently Arceus loves flinging people through time and space.
 
Chapter 5: Capture


Chapter 5: Capture



Sue awoke with a gasp, eyes jumping around as her heart calmed down after the brief, but intense dream. The brightness of the room and breakfast waiting for her on the nightstand let her know how late in the morning it already was, especially with Doc absent.

Best to get up and about quickly.

The sweet, jam-filled pastry and the accompanying roasted fruits were enjoyed as calmly as could be—which is to say, not at all. Sue's hands fidgeted as she sated her hunger, thoughts swirling around the fellow Martian that would be her undoing. She had no idea how much time she had left before the inevitable, the uncertainty hastening her meal.

With how ornate Duck's altar was, it made her wonder whether they'd sacrifice her there if they caught her.

As intense as her paranoia was, Sue couldn't quite imagine this particular possibility. Incomprehensible as it might have been, Duck didn't seem like a malicious entity, not with the scenes chiseled on its shrine. They made it look more like a guardian deity than anything.

Then again, nothing stopped this village from executing her in a purely secular way.

The morbid thought made Sue chuckle as she wrapped up her breakfast. She was about ready to get done with that mental tangent, though… now that she'd stumbled upon it, she couldn't help but wonder whether the blue feather Doc had left on her nightstand had played any role in all this. Wouldn't hurt to investigate it—





...at least, if it was still there.

Sue tried looking all around the room, including behind the nightstand and her bed, but couldn't find it, not even a trace. Though, with how important the item seemed to be, Doc had probably just moved it back to the altar. That didn't really explain why they gave it to her, even if temporarily, to begin with.

Here, have this sacred artifact as a night light.

While she chuckled at that idea, Sue felt her sixth sense act up. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on it—only for the resulting migraine to make her double over.

S-so many people...

She'd slowly gotten used to sensing the emotions of more and more creatures, but even her practice couldn't have prepared her for this. It felt like half the village was within a stone's throw of the clinic, their combined emotions almost making her nauseous as her head spun. Her immediate worry, as unrealistic as it was chilling, was that everyone was gathering around Doc's hut to make sure she wouldn't get away.

Fortunately, looking out the window was all she needed to dispel that particular fear. There were many creatures around, sure, but they were all walking around it, heading towards something else. What that something was, she didn't know—and had only one way to find out.

The thought of heading out on her own, without Doc's reassuring presence, was an unnerving one. She didn't have any other options now, though, especially with all of this possibly being related to the royal couple…

Once more, into the breach.

Sue tried to keep her cool as she opened the door, netting her a few raised eyebrows—or the equivalent—as she stared at the passersby. Their attention was thankfully transient—and once she'd successfully stumbled out and joined them in their march, completely absent. As they all neared the plaza, Sue realized she could hear something over the din of hundreds of walking and murmuring mutants. It almost sounded like a loud speech, except... howled out.

She slowed down at the realization, sticking to the side of the path as she approached the last corner. Instead of turning the corner right away, she paused in front of it, deciding to first peek at what was going on over there—

And good Duck was she glad she did.

Dozens, hundreds of creatures filled the plaza, all listening to a being that Sue recognized as the second, furry royal from Doc's drawing as they gesticulated with a burning stick. As eye-catching as their spectacle and red-yellow appearance were—especially with the occasional fireworks accompanying the former—the being beside them took up the entirety of Sue's attention.

The inverse, thankfully, wasn't the case. The royal Martian was calmly looking around with a soft smile, occasionally chiming into the story being woven. Sue dove for cover the moment they turned to look her way, heart hammering in her ears.

It's go time!

Without wasting another moment, Sue turned around and booked it. She breathed faster and faster as she tried to push her body way beyond what it could do in her current state, only forced to finally slow down and catch her breath after almost falling over while passing by Doc's hut.

No point in charging ahead if she had no idea where to even go, anyway. The forest path she had scoped out yesterday was inaccessible, forcing her to think back to other potential exits. She remembered there being another pathway leading out of the village at its other end, but she doubted it'd be a good idea either—much too obvious. If they wanted to find her, they definitely would with how middling her pace was.

Ideally, she'd just disappear into the treeline, which… hold on. As she marched on, trying to stave away panic, she noticed the construction site from yesterday, its clearing opening into the woods. The workers she'd seen yesterday were absent and there were almost no onlookers, certainly not any that acknowledged her presence—this was her chance. After taking a moment to compose herself, Sue slowed down her pace and breathing alike, easing into an inconspicuous strut.

Nothing suspicious here at all, just someone out on a weird walk and absolutely not an alien imposter trying to escape undetected.

Her anxiety drove her to push ahead faster and faster, just to be out of sight. If there was one way to ruin her disguise instantly it was that, though, forcing her to cling to whatever calmness she could manage until she was out of view. She hoped the distance she steadily gained on the village covered for her increasing shaking.

Every step brought her closer to freedom as she marched in a straight line, only pausing to correct her grasp on the crutch and look over her shoulder. Each time she did, the construction site was further and further away—until, eventually, she couldn't make it out at all from behind the foliage.

Despite everything, it seemed she was in the clear now.

After not sensing anyone following her with her sixth sense, Sue finally breathed a sigh of relief. There were only a handful of other souls in the immediate area, and all of those were calm and peaceful. And after she'd recovered from almost tripping over because of being too focused on her extrasensory perception, she could join them, quietly laughing.

She'd made it out of the village despite the royals having already returned, and nobody was pursuing her. She wouldn't be exposed and burned at the stake, or whatever punishment the other Martian would've decreed for her after figuring out her deception.

Granted, she had no idea what she'd do now, but no matter what, being lost was better than being dead. And, if a village like that existed, many others almost certainly would too. Just had to find one without other Martians in it and assimilate while looking for a way home.

'Just' was doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence, and Sue knew that, but she didn't care—she would do it, she would heal from her injury and eventually not need the crutch anymore. She'd find a safe place for herself, learn the local language, and then, finally, be safe.

A rock-solid plan in four easy steps.

She'd definitely miss the few friendly beings she met in her brief stay back at the village. Doc, Ember, Leafy, Bowlcut, the... couple? At the pantry. And who knew, if the not-her royal wouldn't end up figuring out that she was an imposter, leaving the cause of her sudden escape forever unknown, then maybe, just maybe, they would miss her too. The lil' fox would be heartbroken the most, and Sue really wished she could convey just what had happened and why she had to leave, but alas.

Stay strong out there, Ember.

The woods remained as calm as ever as Sue marched in the only direction she was sure of—forwards. Triumph burned out into muted melancholy as her mind wandered, and any coherent train of thought soon gave way to idle pondering or humming along to whichever tunes she could still recall. She paid only enough attention to her surroundings to not trip on a random root, withdrawing inwards otherwise.

It wouldn't be easy to get used to being on her own again, but it's not like she had a choice—

The sudden light hitting her eyes startled her, breaking the rapidly darkening train of thought.

All of a sudden, Sue found herself on the edge of a clearing, the grass filling it lush and softer than any other she had ever felt. Most of it was decorated with stones painted with geometrical shapes, their arrangement only vaguely ordered, reminding her somewhat of a graveyard.

A glance in the other direction revealed more about this place, some of it much more terrifying than the rest.

A pair of rugged benches flanked the clearing's entrance, each large enough for half a dozen people and much better maintained than any forest trail bench she'd ever seen. They faced a young tree at its center, surrounded by a smaller ring of rocks, decorated in the same way as the rest. The sapling was barely taller than Sue and absolutely gorgeous, its silvery leaves gleaming in the muffled sunlight.

As pretty as it was, though, the entirety of Sue's attention was focused on the creature kneeling before it.

The other Martian's closed eyes and clasped hands made them look like they were praying—something Sue wished she'd done more of in her immediate past. They were in a deep enough focus for Sue's sixth sense to have completely overlooked them—a limitation she really wished she'd been aware of beforehand.

Seeing them from closer up let Sue notice all the differences between their appearance and her own. A shorter skin dress, longer hair, slightly straightened curls. The most striking detail though, by far, were the blue markings on their upper half. Despite the muted shade blending somewhat with the green parts of their skin, the ornate, wavy patterns covering their arms were still clearly visible, meeting at the collarbone above the spike before turning upward towards their face. They culminated in long, curly lines that ended in points just underneath their eyes.

Eyes that were staring back at her.

The rest of their expression was as neutral as could be, leaving both Martians at an impasse as Sue began to panic. How the hell had she run into them!? Everything was going so well! She had escaped without being seen—have they been waiting in here for her all along!? Was this place just a vicious trap she'd unwittingly walked into!?

Regardless of the answers, Sue knew she had only one way out of there.

Sue's body tensed up as she clenched her crutch harder, the other Martian's eyes widening before she finally sprung. She turned around and ran, ran as fast as she could, pushing forward in a desperate attempt for freedom, despite everything, until the exhaustion would eventually claim her—or at least, that was her intent, the reality of her crutch getting snagged on the clearing's stone perimeter catching up to her fast. It sent her splaying toward the ground at the speed of gravity, leaving her to close her eyes and brace for the inevitable.

Only for it to not happen.

She waited for a second, then another, then a third still, but the cold mud of the forest floor continued to not grace her body with its presence. After a few anxious, tense breaths, she finally managed to pry her eyes open—and gasped at what she saw.



By the wonderful @Sweet_Mintality!​

Sue was suspended in the air, completely still, a bluish aura filling the corners of her vision. Before she could act, she was slowly moved upwards, as if the air itself was gently pushing her along. Before long, she was facing the other Martian again, their eyes aglow, just like she'd seen with Bowlcut. Except this time, the target of their magic was her, and not some bits of roasted fruit.

Alright, adults can lift whole people, and relatively effortlessly at that...

They cleared their throat, preventing Sue from venturing any further into that panic-inducing mental thread as she was lowered onto her feet. Or rather, foot and crutch, the magical touch holding onto her until she'd regained her balance. They then… smiled at her.

Sue had no idea what they would do to her, let alone what they were capable of, but one thing she definitely didn't expect was for them to extend a hand for her to grab. She stared dumbfounded at it for what felt like ages, the other Martian patiently holding it out all the while. Given that they had magicked her out of what would've been a very painful fall, she didn't have much of a choice. If she tried to run again, they would just yank her back and likely follow it up with something much more painful.

I'm dead anyway, might as well.

Hesitantly, she reached over, tentatively taking their hand. The pleasant, tingly sensation she'd felt with Bowlcut and Doc was here too, and stronger than ever. It was downright... calming.

They spoke, their voice soft and no more comprehensible than anyone else's. After getting no response from her, they looked over their shoulder and nudged their head toward the clearing's entrance. Sue couldn't walk particularly fast, but they were eager to accommodate that, slowing their pace down as they walked beside her.

The unnatural calmness filling her mind made it tricky to reason about what was happening. If she had more of a grip on herself, she would've likely grown anxious about her inability to think straight at the moment. But that was an if, and now, the forced tranquility helped, even if the burning questions from earlier remained unanswered.

As they walked in silence, Sue tried to get a better look at them—or maybe her, judging by the softness of their voice. She wasn't sure what it was, but they looked... older than she was, though far from elderly. What she presumed to be a crown on Doc's drawing turned out to be something else—a plain, metal circlet, the material having long since lost its luster.

Just as before, it didn't take long for them to notice her staring. They raised an eyebrow as they looked at her, making her look away with what felt like a burning blush on her cheeks, though she wasn't sure if this body actually blushed like that. Either way, the likely royal Martian didn't seem to mind beyond giggling at Sue's fluster. It was reassuring, if nothing else—she didn't expect royalty to be this… laid back. Suffice it to say, this encounter was nothing like her worst fears, even if they seemed just as powerful as Sue's scared worrying had them be.

If not more so.

They followed their giggle with gentle, upbeat words, talking to nobody as the pair half-marched, half-hobbled down the beaten path towards the village. Eventually, their voice grew muddled and quieter, as if they were just muttering to themselves.

Or just venting their thoughts out loud; let's be generous here.

After a couple minutes, they stopped, head tilting up to look skyward with a thoughtful expression. A small, shrunken part of Sue worried whether that meant they had cracked her mystery. Thankfully, her worry fizzled away soon after as the other martian broke into song, whistling a serene tune as they marched on.

The gentle song and calm march gradually melted through Sue's built-up tension. Her shoulders relaxed, her breath deepened, and she even let herself close her eyes for a moment. Peace, serenity, cool air—suddenly, a distant squeak. A moment later, her sixth sense warned her of someone panicking approaching. Panicking, and familiar enough to give Sue an idea of who it was, with her sense of sight confirming her hunch.

She sure didn't expect Doc to be capable of making the kinds of noises they were.

Their panting mixed with panicked shouts as they ran up the path, the sight just as silly as Sue would've imagined it to be based on their anatomy alone. They came to a stop once the royal spoke up, gasping for breath with their hands on their knees as they desperately tried to mumble something out in between strained breaths.

Doc gasped at hearing the other Martian speak up, their head jerking up in surprise before turning to look up at Sue. Their emotions rapidly shifted from alarmed and nervous to still nervous, but decidedly unamused. They must've run all the way over here to tell the queen or whoever they were about something—wait, about her? Sue's cloudy mind made her realize that only now, after they had already stopped grumbling about exhausting themselves for no reason.

Sorry, Doc.

Sue had a hard time focusing on the incomprehensible discussion even after they all got moving again. She could feel herself being mentioned from time to time, leaving her thoughts with an undercurrent of anxiety even as her forced calmness tried to dull it. She really, really wished she knew what about her was being discussed, and why so much of it.

She couldn't sense any hostility in either Doc or the other Martian; it was almost all varying levels of concern, but worries couldn't help but start digging into her once more, right as things were looking well for once. Or, maybe because of that, her overzealous mind fixated on a trap that would inevitably be sprung—totally not like that royal couldn't just magically yank her crutch at any moment.

Normally, realizing just how little she could do either way would've helped calm her, but she could only chuckle weakly under her breath this time, the worries persisting underneath the numbing coolness in her head. Why was that coolness even there?

Why did that royal forcibly calm me like that?

Sue wanted the answer to be 'because of their goodwill' and only that, but she wasn't feeling too confident at the moment.

The rest of the walk flew by quickly, at least. Doc and the royal kept chatting amongst themselves, the topic eventually steering away from her. Sue clung to whatever comfort she could as they made their way back into the village, emerging onto the large plaza from earlier.

They made quite a few heads turn as they passed by, though Sue wasn't sure whether it was because of her or her company. The casual way in which most villagers greeted the other Martian made Sue doubt her 'royalty' assumption—though if they weren't some sort of king or queen, then why that crown, and why that castle from the drawing...

Sue wondered if they had as many questions about her as she did about them. Likely not, considering the difference in scale between one transformed college student and an entire civilization of mutated animals capable of anything from breathing fire to levitating objects and moving through solid matter.

Yeah, there might be a bit of a discrepancy there. Just a tad.

The thought diffused some of her tension as the group approached Doc's clinic, the very same walls she'd ran away from now returning as the only point of stability in this wild new world. Sue only hoped they would remain so for longer than it took for that royal to find out the truth about her—a flimsy hope, but she didn't exactly have much else to hold on to.

An array of noises from inside acknowledged her arrival—toddler squeaking, leafy rustling, a few vulpine woofs. The latter was immediately followed by a pair of now well-familiar paws pressing against her leg as Ember looked up at her, concern and relief mixing on their snout and in their mind alike. They kept on woofing for a while, their anxious noises making Sue feel bad despite how ordinarily amusing she found them. Even once they were done, they wouldn't go further than a step away from her.

Poor sweetie.

Bowlcut almost got even louder than Ember at seeing them all. They squeaked loudly and shone so brightly to her sixth sense it felt like they were made entirely out of happiness as they scrambled to their legs. It was cute enough to bring a smile to Sue's face despite everything else going on, especially when they tried running over to their parent as fast as physically possible. Which... turned out to not be particularly fast at all.

Fortunately for them, it wouldn't matter. The Martian tyke squealed loudly as they were magicked into the air and hovered over into their parents' arms. It was illegally adorable with how much worrying was going on around them, Sue just standing off to the side and taking it all in as Ember nuzzled her legs. Eventually, the not-her carefully set Bowlcut back down on the floor next to Leafy and turned to face her again, beckoning her over.

She wasn't sure what to do as the royal casually sat on her bed, facing the pillow and giving Sue a very clear view of what this species' back spike looked like. It was much smaller and more rounded than the front one, almost like a fin as opposed to something you could stab people with.

They noticed her confusion, patting down the other half of the bedding for clarification—guess she was supposed to take a seat there. The chatter in the room continued as she shambled over. Bowlcut had to be held by Leafy lest they'd try to run over to the bed, right in Sue's way. The mental image of her accidentally punting them was as amusing as it was harrowing, considering their parent was about to do... something to her. Or with her.

She'd find out very soon either way.

Sue leaned the crutch against the nightstand as she sat down, orienting herself around to face the other Martian. Their expression remained as patient as ever, a reassuring smile widening as they reached a hand out towards her, convincing Ember to hop off with a soft-spoken comment.

She had no idea what any of this was for, but figured she was supposed to grasp it. Right as she was about to take their hand, a pang of doubt made her freeze—why did they drag her all the way back here? It couldn't have been just so they could sit on the bed together and hold hands; there was something else going on, but what? Sue feebly hoped it wouldn't be used to show off her being an imposter right there in front of everyone—

And then; she grabbed their hand anyway. Even if that was the case, even if she was already doomed, hesitation wouldn't help.

Suddenly, utter exhaustion.

Sue blinked in surprise as her awareness drained fast, too fast to even react. The last thing she saw was the royal's head slumping forward before the same happened to her, sleep returning in the most unexpected way.


It may not have been Sue's first time finding herself at this campfire—far, far from it—it was only the second time she remembered feeling awake here. The usual thought-muddling fog of dreams was absent, despite this clearly being one. She clearly remembered watching the other Martian doze off moments ago and her following them, but how come she didn't actually feel asleep here—

"Good morning, Sue."​

The first comprehensible voice she'd heard in almost a week made Sue jump in her seat, eyes darting around the scene in search of its source. The other Martian was here, sitting on a bench opposite to hers, giving her a weak smile as they continued, "Quite a pretty place, I must say. It's special to you, isn't it?"

Further words snapped Sue of the shock of there being someone else with her in her dreams, replacing it with anxiety at the royal's presence—and without any forced calmness to numb it this time. She had no idea how to respond; a straightforward answer would inadvertently reveal her extra-whatever-his-place-was origin.

Instead, she changed the topic, hoping to draw the heat away from herself by asking, "H-how did you get inside my dream?" She pressed the issue soon after, hoping the Martian wouldn't see it as her pushing it too far, "A-and how do you know my name?"

While the first question had them open their mouth as if ready to answer, the second made them visibly pause. They glanced away with a thoughtful expression before turning to look back at her, pensive but—thankfully—not suspicious. Not yet, at least.

For once, Sue had really wished the weirdness of this body also worked in her dreams. The silence where the sixth sense once was did not reassure her in the slightest.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" they asked, expression softening further.

Oh, you have no idea...

Sue wasn't entirely sure how to respond to her own question being sidestepped like this, nodding nervously as she tried to hold on to her flaky calmness. Yeah, it was true, but going into any further detail would be the kind of mistake she'd only get to make once...

"That's regrettable, but…" they trailed off, Sue's heart skipping a beat as she hoped to Duck that this wouldn't be the point at which the trap was sprung, "but I want to reassure you, Sue, that you're safe here, no matter what."

The trap continued to lie inert. Sue needed a good few moments to start releasing her tension, still completely unsure whether she could trust them. She didn't have a concrete reason not to, but the elephant in the room remained untackled, making any assurances much harder to fully believe.

While Sue was too nervous to pay close attention beyond just weakly nodding, the other Martian's expression soured further. Their attempts at soothing this lost, confused stranger weren't working at all. If anything, they only made her even more concerned about some secret she thought so hideous it would turn everyone against her if they ever knew.

Ultimately, they had no way of dealing with Sue's unease without addressing it directly. They sighed, "I... I know you're hiding something, Sue. You're too scared to bring it up, terrified it'd make everyone you've met turn on you. Let me assure you, there are very few acts as repulsive as to force our hands towards exile. I highly doubt anyone who had risked their life to save an innocent despite not having the inner power to do so would have done any of them."

Sue's body froze solid at their words, brain threatening to lock up in panic. She'd been seen through, she was done for, and there was nothing she could do—nothing but feebly hope that the Martian's words would ring true. She dared glancing at them with shaking eyes, finding a reassuring, smiling expression, trying its hardest to melt through her fear. It looked genuine, but she doubted it would remain so for long.

What in the world am I to do now?

She hyperventilated as she tried to process it all, finding there to ultimately be no way out but ahead. There was no way she'd just be let go scot-free after all this, leaving her to confess at what felt like gunpoint, hoping to any deities, real or imagined, that things would turn out okay.

Duck save me.

It took her a while to gather her thoughts into something halfway coherent as she stared into the flames, using them as a feeble distraction from what was about to happen. Eventually, she took what felt like her final breath—

"You don't have to go into detail if you're uncomfortable, Sue," the other Martian cut her off, concerned. "I just want your fears to be finally soothed."

It wasn't possible to explain any of this without going into detail, not anymore. At last, Sue spoke, "I-I'm not w-what you think I am."

In her anxious bracing for the immediate reaction, Sue didn't notice the royal simply tilting their head a bit, unsure what she was getting at. "How so?" they asked, uncertain. "Your upbringing seems to have been rather distressing, yes, but you're still one of us. The first Forest Guardian I've seen in a good while outside of my tribe, hah."

'Forest Guardian'? Was this how this species was called? Quite a weird name if so, more like a title than a scientific designation. Sue had no idea what they meant by 'her upbringing' either, but it ultimately didn't matter—it wasn't true, and by now it was too late to even pretend it could be.

"I-I'm not—or rather I wasn't. I-I wasn't always this, this species," Sue muttered, finally daring to peek up at the royal and seeing the confusion on their expression in full detail.

Confusion, which they then followed with their own hesitant words, "I... alright. If that's the case, what… were you, and what happened to you to become a Forest Guardian?"

Sue nodded shakily, expecting a response like this. She tried recalling how she used to look, a pang of panic shooting through her body at finding that task so much more difficult than it should have been. Her past self was getting muddy on the details, and if she wasn't being held at dreamed-up gunpoint, it would've hit her even harder than it did.

Still, a few tears did force their way past her eyelids.

Before Sue could start worrying about how she'd even present her previous appearance, she noticed a vague outline of her human self start coalescing in the air. She concentrated on what she wore that day, how she kept her short, blonde hair, the hologram sharpening with her every thought. Soon enough, she was done, the royal's eyes widening as she explained, "Th-this is how I looked. I-I used to be a human, and as to what happened... I don't know. I remember walking through a forest in... my world, and then suddenly waking up here, in this body, with no memory of what caused this."

No going back now.

The truth was out, and all Sue could do was watch their reaction. And, if she was extremely lucky, it wouldn't include ending her there and then.

She jumped as the royal got up from their spot, walking around the illusionary image to inspect what was once her from every angle. Their question soon pierced the deafening rumble of her racing heart, "Is... is this what you were afraid of us knowing?"

Sue closed her eyes and nodded, turning back to face the campfire as she braced for the inevitable, a wave of eerie calmness filling her. She felt her senses withdraw from her dreamed-up body, too terrified to look anywhere but at the blazes. All she could do now was just wait for it to happen, whatever form 'it' would end up taking.

This is the end. Goodbye, world—

And then; she felt an arm wrap around her, tingly to the touch, and pull her to the side.

Within moments, Sue was sitting right next to the royal, her head resting on theirs. Her eyes shot wide open as she turned to face them, seeing the concern filling their expression. There was some uncertainty too, but it didn't last long, evaporating in moments as reassurance replaced it. After what felt like hours but was only seconds, they finally spoke, "I'm... I'm so sorry this happened to you, Sue. You must be so, so terribly lost..."

She could only stare blankly in return, too shocked to even think. Was that really it? Were all her worries for naught?

"...but you don't have to fear anymore. You're safe now."

I'm… safe?

Sue felt calmness fill her once more, not unlike earlier in the forest—but this time, it was her own; a blanket of comforting warmth wrapped around her body as opposed to cold clarity forced into her head. Moment by moment, she felt her tension fade, giving way to exhaustion. At having to fear, at running away so foolishly, at feeling like she couldn't trust anyone here, despite how friendly they seemed.

But it was over, it was finally over.

She shook as the stranger held her dreamed-up tears running down her cheeks as she felt safe, truly safe, for the first time since finding herself in this magical new world. A world where nothing made sense, and yet one in which the people were just as kind, if not even more so, than in hers, despite all their fantastical appearances and abilities.

The pair simply sat in silence for as long as Sue needed to, until all the pent-up emotions finally found an outlet through freely flowing tears. The royal's gentle rocking continued, soothing the occasional sob until all that remained was peace. Peace, calmness, and clarity with which to face the world as it actually was, not the imaginary one she had almost run away from mere hours ago.

"Everything is okay," the other Martian whispered, smiling at her with a patient, downright motherly smile. It provided more comfort than Sue would've thought possible, especially when coming from someone so… inhuman. Inhuman, and yet more humane than many people she had the displeasure of meeting in the past.

Sue mumbled, "Th-thank you."

"You're welcome, Sue. I can only imagine all the questions on your mind now that you finally found someone you can talk to. I'll try to answer as many as I can, starting with the most urgent one, hah. My name is Solstice."

Sue nodded along, her mouth already opening before one of her questions was immediately answered. Not the one she was about to ask, but this answer was immensely helpful as well. "Solstice," she admired. "Th-that's a beautiful name."

"Why, thank you~!" Solstice giggled. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about your name, too. Elegant and rolls off the tongue for sure, but does it mean anything in your language?"

She certainly didn't expect a question of that nature, making her think back to whether her name meant anything. It probably did; she remembered looking it up on trivia websites when she was younger, but couldn't recall any findings. Regardless, even if it technically meant something, it was far from the same level of literal meaning as 'Solstice'. She finally responded, "I-I don't think so, no. It's just a name. It doesn't mean or stand for anything."

"Huh, intriguing. I must admit I haven't run into a name like that before, without meaning in itself," Solstice admitted, curious.

Speaking of running into things. "I-it's quite usual for humans... on that note, d-do you know where they could be?" Sue asked, sparks of hope lighting in her eyes.

Sadly, they fizzled out just moments later as Solstice shook her head, clearly taken aback at the question. "In truth, this is the very first time I've seen or even heard of kin like that. Similar to mine and my father's in appearance, but only just—unless there's a large mane that your recollection isn't showing. And these clothes... not even the seamstresses in the Central City were making anything near this detailed or richly dyed."

So that was it for getting back home the easy way. At a certain level, Sue already knew that, especially with there being no sign of any human habitation anywhere—Solstice having not even heard of humans was merely a confirmation of that fear.

Fear that she would be stuck here forever.

"I... I see," Sue muttered weakly. The sorrow of the realization began to gnaw at her before the warm calmness emanating from Solstice forced it away, her embrace becoming that bit tighter.

"I'm sorry, Sue. I can't imagine this being in any way easy to process, but do not despair. Pale Lady sees many things, and I'm certain Her guidance will help us find a way back into your world," Solstice reassured, holding her closer.

The connection didn't click for Sue, the once-human simply nodding her way through Solstice's words, not thinking of them as anything more than some vague religious reassurance. Still, she appreciated being comforted, Solstice's care helping her avoid breaking down there and then—once was more than enough.

"Forgive me for asking, though," the other Martian chimed in, "your... original kin are not psychics, right?"

"Psy... kicks?"

Both of them were left about as confused as each other, Sue at having no idea what that word meant, at least not in this context, and Solstice at Sue being dumbstruck despite her language appearing to have a word for the trait in question.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to..." Sue said, still confused.

Solstice tilted her head. "I thought your tongue had a term for that concept, so that's what I used. Does 'psychic' refer to something else, then?"

"I've no idea what you're referring to to begin with. Th-the only time I remember hearing that word used is with, like, conmen that pretended to see the future and move objects with their mind and—"





The association took a while to click in her mind, but once it did, it was so obvious.

Bowlcut levitating that one treat a couple days ago, Solstice stopping her fall just this very day... not to mention other potentially related things, like her sixth sense or even this dream communication. These definitely fit that definition, though without the association with fraudsters.

"I think you might just have cracked that one yourself," Solstice giggled, trying her best to avoid breaking into full-blown laugher. "There's no seeing the future like that, though—at least not in the way you're thinking, heh."

Sue appreciated her hunch being confirmed, though it only solidified an observation from earlier, a very appropriate one in the moment. She asked, dumbstruck, "W-wait, are you reading my thoughts or something?"

Solstice was briefly taken aback, before giggling and nodding, "Yes, yes I am. It's admittedly hard not to do so here, since I was the one that put you to Rest. It's not a common occurrence in the waking world, if you want to be reassured of that."

Sue sure didn't expect her to be so nonchalant about that, as if it was just an everyday thing. Though, who knows, that might very well have been the case here. She still had no concrete idea about the extent of this species' abilities—and this chat was an excellent opportunity to find out about just that. "Is that just... a thing you can do?" she asked.

"Well... essentially, yes. And so can you now, I'm quite sure."

"I dunno..." Sue sighed. "I tried doing some of that levitation thing after seeing Bowl—um, your child do it, and couldn't figure it out."

The other Forest Guardian blinked at Sue's double take, expression turning uncertain before she finally broke into laughter, trying and failing to hold it in as the once-human threatened to burn up in embarrassment. "That's one nickname for the lil' Comet, hehe. Even though I'm sure he didn't look like it, it took him a lot of practice to get to that point, practice I doubt you had any opportunities for, let alone knowledge of how to go about it."

"With how effortlessly they—he did it, I would've thought it was a subconscious thing..." Sue justified.

"Oh, it does become subconscious, and rather quickly at that," Solstice reassured, "and I hope you'll find that out for yourself soon!"

Sue blinked, confused. "O-oh? What do you mean?"

"It'd be an honor for me to help show you the ropes, so to say. No Forest Guardian deserves to live like this, separated from and unaware of their inner power. And it's certainly a better outcome than what Willow was afraid of—they feared that the poisoning you've sustained at the hands of that beast had injured your brain, and rendered you unable to draw from your inner power."

She had no idea how to react to the queen of this entire village offering to personally teach her how to do the magic her new body was capable of. It was touching and humbling, sending a sting of regret through her body at having ever doubted Solstice's intentions. "Th-that's... I don't think I can thank you enough for this..."

"Neither can I thank you enough for saving my best friend's daughter's life," Solstice responded, somber. "She had a terrifying premonition during our stay in the Central City, urging us to return as soon as possible, worrying that something horrible had happened. And, if not for your intervention, it might very well had."

Sue could only nod weakly in return, almost forgetting the importance of what she had done on her first day here, thinking back to Ember and their endless gratitude.

"And it's Spark, actually."

"Huh?" Sue blinked, taken aback and with no idea what Solstice meant there.

The older Forest Guardian explained, "The one you've nicknamed 'Ember'—her name is Spark. And before you ask, Willow is the one you know as 'Doc'; they'll be more than relieved to learn that your brain is alright. 'Leafy' is Splitleaf, caretaker for the village's little ones. We asked her to look after Comet and Spark while we were away. 'Pixie' is Poppy, a cook like no other—for the best, because I'm not sure the world could endure having two of her in it, and 'Spook' is Hazel, Poppy's wife. Made quite an introduction, didn't she?"

"That's helpful, th-thank you." Sue stammered, taken aback at all the times. "I hope none of my... nicknames were offensive or anything..."

Solstice shook her head, "Oh, not in the slightest. We've all been called much worse things than that to our faces, and it's not like you did it out of any sense of malice. I'm sure they wouldn't mind, but since you'll be getting to talk to them sooner rather than later anyway, knowing their actual names will come in handy."

"Getting to talk to them?" Sue blurted, taken aback. "I don't know the language—"

"You don't know it yet. And besides, that won't even be an obstacle, telepathy is handy like that," Solstice reassured.

"W-wait, what? You mean like talking to someone without speaking?"

The older Forest Guardian nodded, "'Communicating with just thoughts' would be a more accurate way to describe it, but yes, essentially that."

"That sounds... complicated."

"Oh, it isn't—nowhere near. In fact, it's the simplest thing a psychic can do. If Comet knew how to speak to begin with, he would've been chatting you up your entire stay in Willow's clinic. Sundance will gladly teach you the basics, and from there, it's just practice! I'm sure Spark would love to be your practice partner on this one," Solstice giggled, with Sue soon joining in at the mental image of the Martian tyke babbling like he already did, but directly into her brain.

Though... Sundance?

"Sundance is that close friend of mine I mentioned earlier, Spark's mother. Regrettably, I won't be able to help teach you today. There are a lot of issues to discuss on the Elders' council following our talks in the Central City, plus a celebratory feast to organize in the evening. You're cordially invited to sit next to me in advance~."

Right, so that other figure on Doc—Willow's drawing. Sue was still confused about a few points, asking again, "Elders' council? I thought you were some sort of royalty with that diadem... and if telepathy is so straightforward, why didn't you use it to talk to me earlier when I ran into you?"

Sue's comment made Solstice look sharply upwards at the barely visible tip of her diadem, as if she'd forgotten she was even wearing it. She carefully took it off before handing it to the younger Forest Guardian to inspect, the latter taken aback by the gesture as she explained, "Oh, I'm the furthest thing from royalty. I can assure you of that much."

Before the once-human could pay attention to her voice having grown much flatter there, the not-royal continued. "I'm... hmm... in your language, the word 'mayor' comes the closest, but it's not an exact match. 'Head of council', I suppose? I sit on the Elders' council and am its informal leader and our village's political representative. The diadem is just a gift from an old friend. I can't say I ever imagined it would be perceived as a royal insignia, hah."

On a closer inspection, the piece of jewelry really was quite basic. It was made from a single lumpy strand of partially corroded metal, decorations limited to simple geometric patterns etched on its outer side.

"And as for not communicating with you beforehand and dragging you in here to talk—you can thank Willow for that, though they were acting in the best of faith," Solstice explained. "Since you didn't show any psychic ability once you woke up, not even your own telepathy, they assumed there was something wrong on the inside, likely caused by the poisoning. They decided against asking the other psychics in the village to talk telepathically with you, since they were worried that doing so would only exacerbate the issue. Instead, they opted to wait for me to return since I have more experience with psychic health issues. From there, I played it safe and talked to you in your dreams first, which is probably a good thing, considering what I learned here."

It made sense when she'd put it like that, though the latter remark made Sue's hair stand on end. The Mayor noticed it, clarifying right after, "Don't worry, I only intend to share the truth about your origins with Sundance, and that is just out of necessity, so that she can teach you more effectively. If you want anyone else to know, I will not stop you—it's your call. Otherwise, I can come up with a... cover story if you wish, though it'd be of a rather miserable kind."

"A miserable kind?" Sue asked, confused.

Solstice sighed, expression faltering as she answered, "It's... not really done anymore, at least not in the tribe I hail from, but once upon a time... disposing of hatchlings which were crippled and unable to draw from their inner power was commonplace. Some tribes sent them out to die, and some just... took matters into their own hands, not wanting to waste resources on those who wouldn't ever be able to repay them. I thought about spreading a story that you were one of those children sent off on their own, but who managed to survive."

Sue could only stare in shock; the actions described so utterly unlike anything else she'd seen from the Mayor—or anyone else in the village, for that matter. "That sounds..."

"Monstrous? Barbaric? Abhorrent? It is, it is all these things. That's why we're here, to escape from the callous brutality of nature and the cold ruthlessness of those who only cooperate for survival," Solstice said, proud and resolute. She laid a hand on Sue's shoulder, smiling as she continued. "And we're more than honored to have you here, Sue. Though I should get going now, council issues won't talk themselves through."

Sue nodded in understanding, though was still confused about the logistics of the older Forest Guardian leaving… whatever this was. "Wh-what about me then?" she asked, "Isn't this a shared dream?"

"Well, I was thinking of leaving you asleep after this vision fades away. You've already had quite a day and could definitely use some more rest. It'd also give me time to explain everything to Sundance and for her to walk over—though ultimately, it's up to you."

Guess there was no harm in getting some more rest, especially with how exhausting her day had been so far. Sue figured she might as well take her time before meeting everyone, for real this time. "A-alright, that sounds good. Th-thank you, Solstice, for all this."

The Mayor bowed at her words, turning her head skyward as the dreamscape unraveled around them. Her parting words echoed in Sue's mind as her unconscious was plunged into nothingness once more—

"Rest well, Sue. Much lies ahead of us..."​



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Stumbled upon this story the other day. I'm liking it so far. Curious about where it will go.

Also your icon made me think that it was going to be about a braixen in white mage clothes. That was a cute image.
 
Chapter 6: Reality


Chapter 6: Reality



Sue's rest was well needed, the release of tension resulting in the best sleep she could remember in... ever, really. She took her time waking up, stirring slowly on the soft bedding in search of a more comfortable position—at least, until one of the other occupants of the room noticed. And once they did, there was no coming back.

Her ear spikes twitched at the sound of soft thudding against the wooden floor, breaths deepening as she listened in. The thuds were followed by chipper woofing, then deeper, more distant barks, and finally by alerted squeaks. Sue tried to look at what was going on, reaching her hand to rub the sand out of her eyes—

Only for Ember—no, Spark—to get there first, licking affectionately all over her face.

Sue's features scrunched up as the affection banished the last of her sleepiness, followed by tired giggles. Her hand swerved to pet the little fox; the kit satisfied at fulfilling their mission of waking their friend up. Which, considering the disappointed woofs that followed, was much to someone's dissatisfaction.

As Spark turned around to respond to the canine noises, Sue sat up, stretched, and took a look around. Somewhat expectedly, it turned out to be Spark's parent that was the source of the disapproving sounds. They—well, she, Sundance if Sue remembered it right—were just as fluffy as she recalled from the clearing, and much less imposing. Partly because she wasn't waving a burning stick around, and partly because she was just sitting calmly on the floor with Doc—no, right, Willow—beside her.

They're both smiling at me, so that's a good sign—

"Good afternoon, Sue."



Sue reeled back at the sudden understandable words—she could swear that the bipedal fox had simply woofed at her, but she could somehow understand it as if it was plain English spoken by a middle-aged lady. The mismatch between what her ears heard and what her mind comprehended made for a weird sensation, but ultimately, it didn't matter. Once she'd shook her confusion off, she answered, "Good afternoon... M-Mrs. Shundance?"

To her relief, the ear-hairy fox simply chuckled at her confusion and shook her head, "No need for any titles, Sue. How are you feeling?"

Considering everything, Sue felt... good. Even beyond the immeasurable relief of not getting burned at the stake, the nap did wonders for her. Spark was busy nuzzling her stomach, making concentrating on any remaining bodily aches difficult and earning the little fox some well-earned pets for her efforts. "I-I'm doing well, thank you," Sue yawned. "Jhust... taking it all in."

Sundance nodded lightly, woofing out again. This time, though, Sue perceived nothing more than the expected canine noises. The fox on her lap picked herself up with reluctance as her mom continued. "We aren't hurrying anywhere. We left a seat free if you want to join us; let me know if you need assistance with moving yourself over." And again, woofs became understandable, as if a light switch had been flicked back on. Considering that Solstice mentioned Sundance helping her with catching up on the whole 'psychic' deal, it wasn't a bad idea to ask her about this.

At least, after she'd moved her rear over and joined them instead of looking down at them like this.

"Y-yeah, I'll probably need a hand with sitting down..." Sue muttered, gently shoving Spark to give herself space before she pulled the covers aside and shuffled to the bed's edge.

Right as she was about to grab the crutch, though, she Sundance spoke up again, "Hmm... it might be simpler if I moved you over myself."

A part of Sue wanted to reject the offer and try her best regardless, but it didn't take long for her bodily exhaustion to catch up to her, the soreness in her right arm shaking her out of that silly idea. "A-alright, if it's not a problem…"

"Of course it isn't, Sue. Now, relax..."

As Sue awaited further instructions, her eyes went wide at seeing a similar shimmering aura as with Solstice earlier envelop her body. It was light orange instead of blue, and it felt much warmer to the touch, but it was the same kind of magic, likely related to the whole 'psychic' thing. Despite her having a rough idea of what Sundance was about to do, the experience was no less intriguing than the last time. It once more felt like she was being moved by the air itself, its embrace firm and yet gentle enough to not cause any discomfort.

Sundance's eyes were filled with that same orange shimmer, holding Sue's attention as she was gracefully levitated through the cabin. She felt her legs being folded into a lotus position before the vixen lowered her, grip waning as she neared her pillow seat, giving her a moment to orient herself before the last of the psychic touch let go of her.

The sudden disappearance of the magic touch and its warmth made Sue shiver a bit. Spark wouldn't let that stand, though, taking no time before nestling herself once more on her savior's lap.

"That'll do it," Sundance chuckled, catching Sue's attention as her hand auto-piloted to petting the smaller fox. Worry about whether the action was even appropriate threatened to bloom in her mind, but a single look at the older vixen's contented smile was enough to dispel it.

Right, have to thank her.

"Th-thank you—" Sue began, only for Sundance to cut her off moments later—

"No, Sue, thank you," the psychic insisted, voice more serious than earlier. "If not for your intervention, my little Spark might not be with us anymore. My debt to you cannot be overstated."

Sue shakily nodded at that, unused to receiving praise like that. It left her unsure how to respond, and she tried to swerve towards minimizing it, "It'sh just what anyone would've dhone—"

Sundance wasn't having it, though. "Maybe. But it was you who did it, and at your weakest no less, so to you my gratitude goes."

Well, that didn't work. Guess I just… have to accept it, for now at least.

"You're whelcome," Sue sighed.

The vixen bowed in return, flustering the once-human further, but her little lap warmer helped her persevere. Spark took the initiative afterwards, interrupting her happy purring to woof something at her parent, leading to a realization if the surprised expression that followed was any sign. The small yet noticeable jolt in her brain caught Sue off guard, making her pause.

Right as she was about to resume her affection, though, she heard the lil' fox speak up again—and this time, she could understand her. "Did you already do it, mom?"

Sundance chuckled, "Yes I have, sweetie—"

"YAY!" Spark squealed. The sound was simultaneously a howl and an excited cry of a preteen girl, resulting with a whiplash that was as utterly adorable as it was surprising—more so the former as the lil' fox scrambled on her hind legs and pulled as much of Sue's body as she could into a hug. She then continued, voice much quieter and more emotional this time, "Thank you, S-S-Sue..."

Her emotions had palpably changed from burning excitement to tearful sadness, taking Sue aback—at least until she noticed the equally abundant somber relief at finally being able to thank her. She might not have known how to deal with praise, but dealing with children on the verge of tears? That's something she had a bit more experience with. A gentle hug worked as well here as it did any other time, Sue smiling as she whispered, "Y-you're welcome, Spahk."

The lil' fox leaned to lick as much of her savior's cheek as she could, sending Sue into a laughing fit as her free hand stroked Spark's fur. She wasn't the only one that found the situation amusing, though, with the giggling coming from elsewhere in the room clueing her in to the medic sitting beside her and Sundance, Doc—Warren—no, fuck—Willow. They took their time getting their laughter under control, before easing into a soft smile, "Awww, that's just cute."

Their voice gave Sue a pause, creaky in that distinctive elderly way but also just soft enough to remain perfectly androgynous. Didn't help much when it came to deciding the right pronouns, but Sue didn't care all that much in the moment, perfectly content with sticking to 'they' for the time being.

"N-nuuuhh..." Spark mumbled in denial before yawning. The associated flash of a mawful of very feral teeth gave Sue pause, but thankfully she wouldn't have to linger on it for long.

"Someone's exhausted herself from all the excitement, hasn't she?" Sundance chided. Her daughter tried to oppose the accusations coming her way by shaking herself awake—unsuccessfully. Sue extending her affection to the lil' fox's tummy didn't help either. In not too long, Spark was out warm, curled up on her savior's lap, everyone else keeping quiet until they were certain she was out.

Partly to finally let her rest easy after these last few days, and partly to make sure she wouldn't listen in on the... darker subjects ahead. Or, at the very least, ones less appropriate for already worried kits.

"So—how're you feeling, Sue?" Willow asked calmly.

Sue internally thanked Solstice for soothing the medic's worries, especially after they've had to deal with her nonsense over the past few days. "I-I'm... good—really good nhow, I think. I can't thank you enough f-for your help, and," she sighed, choosing to just call it for what it was, "...and for putting up with my nonshense."

Her pronunciation was tangibly improving now that she finally had an opportunity to actually practice using her new mouth. Hopefully, it wouldn't make getting used back to her old body harder once she… got there.

Willow chuckled, "Hah, it's more than fine Sue, I'm just glad you're fine inside your skull after all—besides, I'll gladly take nonsense over belligerence. I've already looked at your leg once you were done with Solstice, and it should be fine to walk on again within a few days. With all that said, I only really have one more question..."

Sue nodded along, the news about her recovery lifting her mood. As much as she was getting used to the crutch, it gave her arm enough workout to last a lifetime. She knew full well that if she hadn't put her leg through more abuse than it already had to take, it might've already recovered by now, but she didn't want to think about it—

"So, where are you really from?"

Fuck.

Sue's eyes shot wide as she stared at the timid medic, the fear of being discovered as an imposter returning in force. Sundance was just as surprised—far from reassuring, but at least she wasn't alone in being taken completely off guard, for once. The vixen asked, "What do you mean, Willow? Solstice went through—"

"A cover up. My fur may be graying, but I've been watching over Sue for a few days now, and from her reactions, I have to guess she had spent her entire life under a particularly large boulder, one that left just enough space to let her figure out how to use a crutch, despite her looking and sounding like she had evolved into her current form not even twenty Moons ago."

Neither Sue nor Sundance knew what to say. The latter very much wanted to say something, her mouth opening and closing a few times as she tried to gather the right words, while the former was keen to collapse underground at being seen through so easily.

"Now, now, I'm not accusing Sue of anything," Willow continued, still smiling. "I was there when she was being carried into Moonview; I saw the venom dripping from her wound. She's surely a good person, but that doesn't make what Solstice said make any sense. A Forest Guardian village exiling one of their own is absurd, but even if they had, they wouldn't have waited until she grew up, and the idea of a helpless little one lasting a hundred and fifty Moons in the wild is laughable."

Moonview. Guess this village has a name, after all.

Willow paused for a thoughtful moment before they shrugged and continued, tone as upbeat as ever, "The worst part is that I have no idea just what you three are hiding! Hundred and fifty seasons in this world, and nothing I've seen or heard of comes close to making sense of all this; you've really stumped me!"

Sue was dumbfounded at their cheerfulness in spite of their accusations as Sundance sighed in the village, admitting, "The reality here is truly more outlandish than any fables I've heard." The once-human couldn't help but glare at the vixen at the comment, feeling a bit betrayed by her admitting the deceit so quickly.

The medic noticed their distress, trying to defuse the situation, "Oh, don't worry, Sue. I might have no idea who or what you really are, but whatever the truth is, Solstice trusts you, and of course so does lil' Spark. I've no reason to doubt either of them, though I sure can't deny being very curious after tending to you."

Sue slowly nodded at their words, getting back to petting Spark after realizing she'd stopped amid all the tension. The lil' fox's soft fur made for a great stress reliever as the once-human chewed through her thoughts. Her gaze shifted between the other two, dreadfully unsure what to say and how much of it.

Eventually, Willow took it upon themselves to break the impasse, "Well, I gotta say, if that's how spooked you got by just silly old me asking you that, I can only imagine just how rattled Solstice made you. Helps put your, well, 'nonsense'—your words, not mine—in context. I am sorry for that, though; I didn't intend to make you afraid."

The genuine apology helped soothe Sue's worries, despite being mixed with a heaping pile of curiosity.

"If you want me to, Sue, I can attempt to explain based on what Solstice told me," Sundance offered. "Admittedly, I'm still unclear on some details myself, however." Guess it really fell to her to provide them both with some much deserved clarity.

Here goes nothing.

"Alrhight. Guess I'll anshwer the biggest point first—y-you're right, Sholstice made her story up. I'm…" Sue paused, resigning herself to the most direct description she could come up with, "I'm from another world, I-I think."

Sundance was following so far, Solstice's explanation had made that much clear. Willow, though, immediately had questions of their own, and spoke, "Another world you say! Sundance hails from so far away, but I think this is my first time talking with someone from across the seas—"

"Much further than that, Willow," the vixen corrected.

The medic turned their gaze over at her, lifting their eyebrows as they tried to figure out what she meant. "How so?"

"From what Solstice tried to explain to me, Sue appears to hail from another reality entirely."

Hearing it stated so plainly made the truth of the matter hit Sue harder than she'd expected, making her feel… empty. Fortunately, the sensation didn't last long once Willow's curiosity inserted itself back into the discussion. "Golly. You are a bit odd, Sue, but I can't say I would've expected that... or someone from another realm to behave in such a familiar way."

Sundance nodded in response, putting the shared attention back on the interdimensional traveler. She didn't understand how Sue could be just like them, either—but, then again, neither did Sue. "Yeah, it's weird," she admitted. "Thish world is so similar to my old one, almosh identical except for its creathures."

"Identical, you say?" Willow leaned in. "So if not for the looks of us three, this very cabin and village it's in, the woods around it, the rivers cutting through them, the dirt below and the skies above, all that would've been just the same as your world?"

Sue had to give it a moment's thought, but... yeah, that checked out. She nodded firmly, Willow's expression turning pensive as they chewed through her unexpected response. "Well, my mother used to tell me that the other worlds glow bright in the sky, and that's what stars are—though I sure wouldn't have expected worlds to have siblings like that, hah!"

Putting it that way got a lighthearted chuckle out of Sue and Sundance alike. The latter picked up where Willow left off, herself curious about the aforementioned differences. "Since you highlighted the difference in creatures, I meant to ask. Solstice had mentioned that your... natural form is similar to your current one in anatomy, except for not being psychic, correct?"

The once-human nodded, "Right. There aren't any 'pshychic' creatures where I'm from to begin with."

Neither of the duo were expecting that one, judging by their stunned expressions. Willow gasped; "None at all, you say?"

Sue wondered whether to mention that concept 'existing' in fiction, before ultimately deciding against it and confirming their hunch. No matter how wild her world's imagination was, it couldn't compare to this world's reality.

"Well, if nothing else, that explains why you haven't shown any of your psychics so far. Is it just a matter of not knowing how to, uh, tap into them?" the medic asked, intrigued.

"That appears to be the case from what Solstice had told me," Sundance answered, eyeing Sue out.

"Huh. Would've thought it would be all instinct."

"Not without developing it first. Speaking of," the vixen paused as she faced Sue head on, her expression focusing while maintaining its prior warmth. "I take it Solstice had mentioned me guiding you through developing your abilities?"

"Yeah. I-I'm shtill honored at that—"

"No Sue, it's my honor to repay my debt to you in such an important way."

Sue was once more taken aback, unsure how she should react. Eventually, she bowed towards her mentor-to-be, hands continuing to dispense affection for the little sleeping one all the while. "Thank you."

It was Sundance's turn to stop herself from reflecting the praise back onto her student, acknowledging her thanks with a light nod before speaking up, "Now, before we begin, do you have any more questions you'd want answered first?"

Even just listing everything that still confused her in this world would likely take several days on its own. Of the unknowns that comprised the fort of confusion in her mind, few came close in importance to what she then asked, "That... shrine with the feathersh in front of it. Is it for a deity or something?"

"Hah, mother would've scolded the horns out of you if she heard you referring to the Pale Lady as just 'a deity'," Willow chuckled. A bit disconcerting, though it at least showed the medic themselves didn't seem to be too extreme on the matters of religion, slight nervousness about this entire subject aside. "Now that I think about it, I doubt 'Pale Lady' is ringing any bells either, with how far you hail from, hah."

"Indeed. Pale Lady, Night Mother, Moon's Grace, or just the Moon," Sundance listed. "She's the chief goddess worshipped in these parts for her healing and protection from what lurks in the night."

Sue appreciated a more concrete connection between the deity and the astral body while giving her several names to use in place of 'Duck', all of them immediately forgotten. The vixen's matter-of-fact, downright encyclopedic tone raised her eyebrow, though—that definitely didn't sound how someone devoted would refer to their deity. "Does 'theshe parts' not include you? Just asking with how you shaid it..."

Sundance answered, "It does not. Where I hail from, the Sun was the chief deity. I don't have a strong attachment towards any of them nowadays, not anymore. Spending a decade wandering the land and meeting all sorts of peoples changed my perspective on it all a great deal. With how many varied deities folk from all over pray to, the only conclusion I could arrive at is that deities don't particularly care about what mortals do one way or another. Don't let Solstice hear that, though."

The vixen chuckled after her final remark, with Willow following in tow, the two remaining unbothered despite the seriousness of the topic. The medic followed up with, "Can't say I've ever been as laid back on that topic as you have, Sundance, though you're at least mostly right. It sure wouldn't be like the Pale Lady to take offense to other deities being worshipped—outside of the Night Father, at least. Any attempts to convince those who disagree would only result in more strife."

Sue felt more and more doubt fill her as she listened. The mayor of this place, as well as the first person she'd spoken to in a solid week and someone she felt she could trust, was apparently a religious zealot. Willow's brief mention of 'Night Father' didn't help either, recollection of Sue's dreams providing an excellent candidate for who could that possibly be. She needed clarity about all this, tackling the touchy subject head on, "Um, why sh-should Solstice nhot hear that?"

Sundance caught to the unease that underlined the Forest Guardian's question, her smile softening as she shook her head. "I said that in jest, worry not—we two just disagree on that point. She strongly believes that the Pale Lady personally intervenes to aid the ones under Her protection, and that she'd communed with Her in the past. Considering she's still best friends with Moonview's biggest heretic, I doubt she cares that much, especially since the Pale Lady symbolizes protection and healing to begin with. However, I have to admit, the mental image of someone getting physically violent over others not worshiping a guardian goddess is rather darkly amusing."

Sue couldn't disagree, chuckling to herself as she tried to visualize that. Imagining Solstice as the person getting offended sent a shiver down her spine, though. The Mayor came off powerful without even trying, and any attempts to imagine what her getting violent would look like froze Sue to her core. She tried not to let it get to her as she continued, "I see. Whillow mentioned a 'Night Father'. Wh-who's that?"

She felt the air in the room grow colder at her words. Willow looked uneasy at having brought all that up to begin with, even if offhandedly, as Sundance explained, "Another deity worshiped in this wider area, though His worship is shunned in Moonview. He is the dimmest dark on the night of a new moon, protecting the night kin. In some interpretations, He's in active conflict with the Pale Lady, being the entity She protects mortals from."

Guess 'Sky Dimmer Satan' wasn't that far off course after all.

"Night kin?" Sue asked—and immediately regretted it. If the previous subject was uneasy, this one felt almost like a taboo she had inadvertently stumbled upon.

An icy chill ran down her spine and horn, making her gulp before Sundance continued, voice barely above a whisper, "According to the myths, they are the ones who had pledged themselves to the Night Father, who granted them protection from being revealed by moonlight or perceived by our psychic senses. You... won't find them in Moonview."

As intimidating as the description of the night kin was, Sue soon realized that she'd already ran into one creature that fit it—or at least the part about them being undetectable by her psychic senses. Her encounters with the dark-colored, disguise-happy fox might've been memorable—and them stealing her peaches might've been a good argument towards them being devil spawn—but she had a hard time feeling anywhere near as unnerved as Willow clearly was.

There had to have been something that Sundance wasn't mentioning—she had already seen the gray fox in here, just disguised to avoid being spotted. "Um... why won't I find them in Moon—"

"OH GOODNESS it's getting late," Willow shouted, making Sue jump. "I-I should make my rounds around the village and grab us all a snack before today's feast. T-take care you all, I-I'll be back soon," they mumbled as they almost ran out the hut.

Oh yes, there's definitely something more to all this.

Unfortunately, Sundance preemptively cut off any further paths of inquiry soon after, "It's... a grave subject, and I'd rather Spark not overhear it, even if incidentally. I hope that's alright with you, Sue."

Her stumbling upon a subject so grim that even the upbeat medic had run away instead of talking about it wasn't particularly encouraging, but Sundance's request made sense. Sue would definitely have to ask more about all this later, though. "Yeah. Shorry for b-bringing it up—"

"Don't be. You're not the guilty one here."

Sue was even more unnerved at the vixen's grim delivery. The psychic had caught onto her unease and tried to steer the subject back to where it was supposed to have gone all along. "You shouldn't be worrying yourself with any of that, Sue. Now, have you been able to figure out any of your psychics thus far?"

Sundance's question was moderately successful in making Sue focus on the point of their discussion. The darkness that soaked the earlier topic wouldn't let itself be discarded so easily, though, slinking off to the back of her mind as she answered, "I don't think so. I tried to make m-my crutch move like Bo—Comet did, bhut nothing happened. U-unless thish... ability to sense emotions counts."

"From what I know, that ability is innate to your… current form. Have you been able to do anything with it, or just passively sensed those around?"

"Just sensed, yeah."

The vixen nodded slowly, gathering her thoughts on how to teach the complete beginner before her. Ultimately, there was only one way to learn when starting from complete nothing—one step at a time, as always. "Let us start from the very beginning, then. You said you attempted to do this," she paused as her eyes filled with orange light, mentally gripping Sue's crutch. Once it had come to a stop between her and her student, she continued, "What did you try?"

"Jusht... tried thinking it up, or ordering it to move, stuff like that," Sue answered, confidence faltering with every word. Her recently gained sense made it easier to track Sundance's mood, even with her expression remaining focused and dominated by glowing eyes.

It let her sense just how dumbfounded her mentor was, though she tried not to let it show. "I... see," Sundance eventually muttered. "Well, the actual way you do it is much simpler."

That was far from what Sue expected to hear. Her inability to figure any of this out had led her to think of her supposed new abilities as something that was at best contrived and extremely difficult, and at worst, as a thing her human, non-Forest Guardian mind was just inherently incapable of comprehending. "Oh. Wh-what do I do, then?"

"You just have to reach and grasp~," the vixen smirked. Sue was dumbfounded at her explanation, the words coming off almost like a mean-spirited joke considering how little of it all she understood—

And then she felt it.

The sensation that followed was like nothing Sue had ever experienced. Her confused brain interpreted it as something grasping her arm, an intangible arm that had been sitting folded up in the back of her head for Duck knows how long, now finally stirring from its numb stasis. "Wow..."

She felt the imaginary limb be pulled out of her head bit by bit, guided carefully by the vixen. It only kept going and expanding, breaking any mental images Sue's overwhelmed brain had tried to put to it, easily stretching over half a dozen feet. It felt more like a tentacle—or at least what Sue thought a tentacle would feel like—than any even remotely familiar body part. She whispered, awestruck, "What is this..."

"An extension of your mind, your 'mental reach'. I can only imagine how outlandish it must feel right now, but using it will become second nature sooner or later," Sundance reassured. She then let go of Sue's psychic tendril, leaving it awkwardly hovering in midair. If it was visible, or even perceptible for non-psychics, it would probably be one hell of a sight just floating there. "Now, try moving it yourself. Experiment, get a feel for how it weaves and shifts."

Sue nodded shakily as she concentrated on this new set of sensations. She instinctively closed her eyes as she tried wriggling the neurons close to where she felt this phantom limb originate from, the random prodding eventually letting her figure out a way to move it around. It was slow and clumsy, but it was progress all the same.

Reach...

She moved this extension of self towards the crutch, now laying on the floor again. Once her mind got there, she felt it wrap itself around the item without her input, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

And grasp...

Sue… wasn't sure how to think invisible tendril into actually grabbing the piece of wood. Instead of that, she tried to prod the other parts of her brain, not getting much success either. Finally, she tried to mirror the grasping action with her actual hand—and this time; it felt like it worked. Her left hand gripped the air while a small patch of white aura now surrounded the part of the crutch her mind held onto. To her surprise, Sue could feel the wood as if she was actually touching it, the sensation so disembodied from any physical reality it tripped her brain.

"There you go, keep at it. Try lifting it up," Sundance instructed. Even in the vixen's focus, it was hard for her student to not notice her emotional outlook having shifted from gloom to veiled excitement, making the reality of her being yet to catch up to a toddler's level of magical aptitude that bit more bearable.

Her attempts at moving the crutch were only partially successful. Most of the time, the tool only shuffled along the floor, refusing to be lifted at all. Sue wanted to retry the whole maneuver in case she'd grabbed it wrong or something, before hearing Sundance whisper, "^Put more force in, focus harder on your grasp.^"

She didn't notice the vixen speaking without opening her mouth, instead focusing even harder on her mental reach. The faint glow soon expanded to cover more of the tool, the upward motion that followed briefly lifting it off the ground—only for it to slip out of her uneven hold.

Sue's aura fizzling out as her eyes shot open—just in time to see Sundance's orange glow grab the crutch before it could bang against the floor, slowly settling it down afterwards. "Definitely not bad for your first attempt. How are you feeling, Sue?"

It was a tricky question. There was the triumph of achieving at least the minimum of progress with her psychic magic, disbelief at how unreal it all felt, anxiety over whether she would ever be able to catch up to the 'natural' level of skill, and finally, the unease from earlier, not helping any. "I'm... I'm good I-I think. Glad I didn't turn out to be broken or anything."

"Indeed, there's nothing wrong with you, Sue," Sundance smiled. "It may take a tremendous amount of practice, but I have no doubt that one day you'll catch up to where you ought to be. Once we get past the basics, it'll be much easier for you to further explore your psychics on your own."

The idea of self-directed learning sounded impossibly distant in the moment, but the vixen's confidence was reassuring, if nothing else. "Okay, th-thank you."

"It's my pleasure, Sue. Now, are you ready to tackle the next subject, or do you need more time to get your bearings?"

"Next subject?" Sue leaned back, surprised. "B-but I could only bharely do this one."

Sundance elaborated, "That's not wrong, but with fundamentals like these, I think it's best to introduce you to both key skill sets before delving further into them. Besides, I've little doubt you'll find what's coming up even more useful than telekinesis."

Sue had nowhere near the expertise needed to argue with that assessment, leaving her to just ask, "What's the other s-subject, then?"

"^Telepathy.^"

While she might have missed the previous instance of Sundance speaking without using her mouth, Sue most definitely caught onto it this time, the sight rousing her imagination.

It'd sure be nice to figure out how to communicate with anyone here.

"Oh! How do I d-do it?" Sue asked, revealing her excitement as her hand reached down to resume petting. Her fingertips brushed past something warm and wet where she expected to only feel fur, snatching her attention back to her lap—just in time to see Spark's impressive array of teeth in mid-yawn. And get to stroking her belly the moment she finished yawning, of course. The high-pitched woofs that followed were as incomprehensible as they were yesterday, confusing Sue somewhat. She could understand Spark before she took a nap, so why not now?

Wait a minute, how did she understand any of them to begin with—

"That would be my doing~," Sundance winked. Her part in Sue suddenly being able to comprehend everyone was obvious in hindsight, but it didn't help make the 'how' of it all any less mysterious.

Her confusion did not go unnoticed by her mentor, either. "I suppose this subject warrants some explanation beforehand. So—" the vixen paused as Sue jumped at the unfamiliar sensation, feeling as if someone had plucked on an invisible string connecting her head to Sundance's. "What you just felt was me drawing attention to the mental link between us. They are what telepathy is performed through."

Wouldn't have imagined a connection like that to be so… tangible.

"We can take glimpses at each other's thoughts and emotions through them, and more importantly, ^communicate with just thoughts,^" Sundance elaborated, the mid-sentence switch away from spoken word making for a helpful demonstration in its own right.

It also raised further questions, though. "Ish me understanding what you're... well, woofing, also telepathy?" Sue asked—and gulped at seeing the vixen be stunned by her question.

For a second she worried about having offended her, but thankfully, she brushed it off soon after. "It is a different form of it, yes. Instead of directly passing you my thoughts, I take the meaning behind my words and get your mind to translate them into the language you're most familiar with, which you then perceive as hearing it. In a one-on-one conversation between psychics, there's little practical difference between these two approaches. But…"

A moment passed before Spark noticed something, turning to look back at her mom and asking, "Oh, oh, oh, did you do it, mom?"

"Yes, sweetie—"

"Yay! How are you feeling, Sue? Are you better now?" the lil' fox perked up, the excited tail wags accompanying her questions making Sue's heart melt more than her warmth could ever manage.

Before she could answer, her mentor continued, "^We can use these techniques to translate others' words and act as bridges between those who couldn't otherwise communicate with each other. And turn 'woofs', as you've called them, into words.^"

The light ribbing was not undeserved, reassuring Sue that everything was indeed alright. The rest of Sundance's explanation helped too, withdrawing another brick from her internal fort of confusion. "I'm feeling quite ghood, sweetie," Sue smiled at Spark. "Your mom is teaching me how to, uh, do all the psychic... thingsh."

"Oh?" Spark asked, the high-pitched 'awoo' that accompanied her expression of confusion straining Sue's willpower in keeping herself from cooing in response. "You don't know how to do them? But Mrs. Solstice is also a Forest Guardian, and she knows..."

It was time for Solstice's cover-up story. Or at least it would've been, if Sue remembered it all. The little she still recalled wasn't appropriate for a little kit, making her nervously look up to Sundance for help—and help was graciously granted. "She hadn't had the time to study it all, sweetie, and the bite from that nasty creature didn't help either. But don't worry, Sue will do her best to catch up, and once you evolve, you could both practice together."

"Oooooh—oh oh yay! Did you hear Sue!? We'll get to practice together!" Spark squealed.

Sue was more than down for that, smiling even wider at the little fox. The… odd choice of words deposited a brand new brick of confusion onto her mental fort, with 'does "evolution" refer to something specific here' stamped proudly on its front. Something to tackle later, either way. "Yeah, I-I'd love to!"

As much as their chat was heartening for both girls, Sue's lesson wasn't over yet. Sundance asked, "Would you mind giving Sue some space to study, sweetie? It's important she learns the basics without distractions."

"I won't distract her, I promise!" the little one pleaded.

Sundance gave her daughter the most unconvinced look Sue had seen in her life, her lifting eyebrows making the kit plead, "Moooom, pleeeeeease!"

The mystic closed her eyes and giggled, "If you promise not to distract Sue and she agrees, I suppose you can stay beside her."

"YAYAYAY! Please Sue, pleeeease!"

How could I ever hope to refuse a request delivered so adorably?

"Teehee, shure sweetie."

Sue needed no translation for the high-pitched squeak of pure joy that followed. The fiery fox quickly scooted beside her, keeping her nuzzling to a minimum as her mom continued her teachings. "So—that was that about the basics of telepathy. Now, let's move to practice. Establishing mental links with other beings is the most important ability for any psychic to have, and serves as a foundation of much more than just telepathy. You'll get plenty of practice during your stay here, but it's good to get a good foundation beforehand."

Sundance drew attention to Sue's mental reach once more, making her shudder again at the strange sensation—especially now with her feeling like the psychic tendril she'd clumsily maneuvered earlier was but one of many. "Forming links is not too dissimilar from telekinesis. Instead of a physical object, focus on a sentient mind, and reach into it."

This description of what she had to do would've been little more than a word salad for Sue a mere week ago, which made her understanding the gist of it now somewhat disconcerting.

"I'm going to sever our link now and let you attempt to form one yourself," the vixen explained. "We won't be able to talk until then, so if you need me to assist you, just wave at me." Sue felt their link break before she could even respond, the sensation so faint that if she wasn't expecting something she would've shrugged it off as just her hair feeling weird.

Showtime.

With a deep breath, Sue concentrated on the spot her mental reach felt like it sprouted from, exploratory wriggling making her eventually focus on one thread in particular. Her brain had already given up on any attempts to interpret these as actual body parts—though, if anything, that only made the sensations coming from them even weirder.

The invisible extension of Sue's mind took its time approaching her mentor. Partly because of her being cautious, partly because she had no idea how to make it go any faster. Trying to control the brain tentacle like she would an arm proved somewhat effective, though it had a side effect of the real limb twitching as she controlled her imaginary one. It was stuck moving only as fast as she would move her arm, but something told Sue that was far, far from the fastest this mental thread of hers could go.

It might have taken her a while, but she got there eventually, her reach hovering in front of Sundance's face. Its awkward position made Sue very glad that nobody else could perceive it as she attempted to dive into the fox's mind—and only succeeded at sliding it into her physical head, too focused to notice the vixen's wince.

Sue tried to figure out what she'd done wrong—this was what her mentor had meant, right? She'd reached her brain, and yet felt nothing like what she'd expected to feel, missing any sensation of things clicking into place.

Alright, where did I go wrong this time?

Sue tried thinking back to Sundance's instructions, replaying them to herself word by word. The source of confusion refused to present itself—she had hovered the funky tentacle into place; she tried to interact with her mind just like she had done with the crutch, but nothing kept happening. Either her mind's reach wasn't where she thought it was, or…



Or she had a wrong target in mind.

She'd assumed that Sundance was using 'a sentient mind' to refer to a brain, but what if that's not what she meant? It felt like the most probable cause of error, but that then left the question—if the mind she was supposed to target wasn't the vixen's brain… what was it, then? What else could it even be?

The handful of ideas she eventually came up with turned out to be duds. Her mental thread continued to move around idly in the space currently occupied by Sundance's head, the fiery psychic keeping quiet about the discomfort for the sake of learning.

It didn't take Sundance long to notice Sue struggling with something, though, but she kept quiet until her student had finally admitted defeat with a weak wave. "You almost got there, Sue. Is something wrong?"

"I—uh, I guess I mishunderstood what you meant by 'reaching into a sentient mind'."

Sue was disappointed, especially with her earlier progress, but the unpleasant sensation had a hard time sticking for long, not with Spark's constant affection offsetting it.

How can a creature with this much excess ear hair be so cute?

"I see. I can't say I don't understand your interpretation, but it is rather... literal," Sundance responded, both her and Sue chuckling at the situation, the latter with slight embarrassment. It didn't last long once the vixen continued, "But no, that's not it. You'll need to concentrate on this ability to feel others' emotions and go beyond just them. The Forest Guardian ability to sense emotions is just one facet of a sense all psychics share, the one that lets us feel other minds around us. A naturally very well developed facet of course, but only that. Minds will feel much fainter than the emotions they radiate, but you'll have to learn to focus on them."

Sue nodded weakly, feeling like she barely grasped any of it. Wanting to avoid another wasted opportunity like last time, she was proactive with her questions this time, "So, concentrate o-on that sense, and then try focushing on just... minds, yeah?"

"Correct. It may take a lot of practice to even make them out over the glow of emotions, especially if you haven't been experimenting much with this sense yet, but I have no doubt you'll get there, eventually."

It sure was hard to get disheartened like this, heh.

Sue took a deep breath before concentrating, her body relaxing as she withdrew from the physical senses. She dove as deep into the mental sense as she could, the emotions of the two foxes near her shining so brightly they dimmed all the ones out by their mere presence. Intense as they might have been, she couldn't deny that adoration and a mix of patience and pride respectively eclipsing everything else felt very, very nice.

Looking past all this is gonna be tricky.

Before she could even attempt doing that, Sue sensed a couple of similarly bright blips of emotion making their way close. As opposed to anything warm, though, they were fear and anxiety, respectively—and from experience, she could pretty confidently narrow the latter to Willow.



Wait a min—

*creak!*


The door slamming open snapped Sue out of her trance. As her eyes adjusted to daylight again, Willow passed by before her, accompanied by someone else, their squeaks incomprehensible and their appearance terrifying.

It—they seemed to be half small, mostly yellow humanoid, around as tall as her knee, and half a massive black maw lined with metallic teeth sticking out the back of the humanoid's head. The second part reminded her of a venus flytrap, but large enough to catch entire body parts and not just insects, and otherwise nightmarish.

The blood didn't help, either.

Much to Sue's sanity, a closer look revealed it to have come from an injury on top of the maw, rather than from it having had a bloody snack. Willow wasted no time wrapping bandages around the injured body part, doubling as a flimsy way of keeping it closed.

"—gonna try to heal it some more; it won't hurt. Is that okay?" the medic asked, suddenly. Sue might have had a better grasp on how the translation worked this time, but that didn't make it any less surprising to experience. She needed a moment to shake her confusion off as Willow awaited a response from the small, scary creature—a response that wasn't coming.

As much as Sue's initial impression of the toothy creature was dominated by the maw hot glued onto the back of their head, taking a better look at their front half and listening to her sixth sense revealed quite a few things—chief among them how utterly scared they were. Their tiny body shook as they looked up between all the adults in the room, backing away from Sundance. Not what Sue expected, given their other half, that's for sure.

Noticing their distress, Willow kneeled beside the maw creature, and offered them a hug. "Joy, everything is alright, I promise. Nobody is mad at you." The now-named little one eventually leaned in, letting the medic hold them and do their healing magic, one paw aglow as it stroked the freshly bandaged part of the maw.

"What happened, Joy!?" Spark asked, breaking her affection towards Sue only to redirect it towards Joy, leaning up to nuzzle her side. Thankfully, the newcomer was receptive to the fox's affection, their fear soon dulling into mere unease.

Willow sighed, "Someone was mean to her and it went way, way too far. Hopefully Cirrus gives whoever did it a good scolding."

Joy shuffled in place as she was being talked about, twiddling her hands before resting one on Spark's head. It was also the moment at which she had finally noticed Sue; the sight startling her momentarily before she looked closer—and then, pointed at the recently transformed Forest Guardian. Sue blinked in confusion as the maw child tried to speak, struggling immensely before finally stammering out, "Wh-wh-w-w-who?"

"Sue!" Spark cheered. "I told you about her back at the playground! She's the one that rescued me!"

The Forest Guardian in question was too preoccupied by curiously observing Joy to get too flustered at the praise. Spark's description only encouraged Joy further, and the fox kept her company as she ambled towards Sue before giving speaking another try, "H-h-h-hi..."

How could something with a body part this terrifying be this cute?

"H-hello, Jhoy," Sue smiled, trying to pretend she hadn't been terrified by the girl's appearance just moments ago. As simple as her greeting was, it emboldened Joy enough to take a seat beside her, shifting afterwards to hide as much of herself from Sundance as possible. She then grasped Sue's nearby hand, leaving the Forest Guardian in a bit of an awkward situation. Not that Sue minded that much, especially with the scary bits tied up with bandages and the rest of the little one being admittedly quite adorable.




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The abrupt change in her behavior still left her dumbfounded, though, making her give Sundance a confused look in hope of some explanation. She didn't have to wait long. "Joy's is a sad situation," Sundance sighed. "She can't understand us anymore—best she's left out of this unpleasant discussion."

"Can't she understand you normally?" Sue asked.

The vixen shook her head, "For the most part, no. She hasn't been here for long and is still only learning our language. From what I've heard, her progress has been rather slow."

Guess we have something in common, hah.

"And the other kids aren't helping, *sigh*..." Willow groaned.

Sue felt even worse for the little one, reaching with her free hand to pet Joy's not-scary half; the gesture thankfully received positively. She asked, "Are they bullying her?" The two mouthed girl might have looked... unusual, yes, but she was far, far from the weirdest sight this world had to offer, or even the most intimidating.

Willow closed their eyes, "Some of them are, yeah. Though it's as much if not more the fault of the adults, we sowed this and are now reaping the results."

Sue was following this even less now. "How?"

"Her kin is... not well seen," the medic admitted.

"And that's putting it lightly," Sundance grumbled. "I've heard several people call them 'limb eaters'. There was little point in trying to dissuade these kinds of epithets when nobody thought any of her kin would ever join Moonview. But eventually, Joy happened, and now we're stuck with those terms and attitudes until we can weed them out."

The term 'limb eater' combined with the intimidating maw made Sue gulp as the vixen went on. She had to keep her imagination from turning particularly lively, deciding to distract herself with another unknown. Why did this village, Moonview, think that nobody of Joy's kin would ever end up joining it? It made little sense to Sue—she'd seen weirder, much weirder creatures during her stay here so far, up to and including actual snakes, after all. "Wh-why would they not join? Joy's 'kin', I mean."

Willow blinked blankly at her, chuckling to themselves before speaking up, "I almost forgot you're not from here, heh. Well, eh... from what I heard, they mostly live in caves and... prey on creatures that wander in. Not very friendly—or talkative, for that matter."

Nope, nope, nope, don't want to imagine that.

"Then how did Joy get here?" Sue asked, trying to ignore the gruesome imagery the medic's description invoked.

Sundance asked, "Astra brought her here, right?" The medic nodded firmly in return as Sue stared, lost in the conversation. Before the latter could speak up, though, the vixen elaborated, "Astra is our scout and cartographer. She's on the lookout for locations we could expand to, new crops we could grow here, and for other settlements to reach out towards. One time, she found a cave to spend the night in, and Joy was there, alone, too terrified to even think about being aggressive. With how little she is, we think she might have gotten left behind by her brood. After some coaxing, Astra got her to open up enough to bring her here."

Poor little lim—girl.

"She did the right thing," the vixen continued, "though she couldn't just pause her scouting duties afterwards, and the lack of someone to watch over Joy throughout the day is hitting her hard. Cirrus can only do so much to reign in over a dozen little ones, and… let's just say nobody else in the village is exactly racing to look after a limb eater, sigh..."

Heh, not like I don't have all the free time in the world now...

The thought of taking a little one under her wing made Sue feel much warmer than she'd expected—almost frighteningly so. She shook the entire train of thought off before it grew further, lest she hype herself up for something that would never happen.

"I think she's out on a scouting job today anyway, won't be back until late. Speaking of, what time is it…" Willow trailed off as they looked out the window, the sight of many a villager heading towards the plaza making the time of day crystal clear. "Seems the feast is about to kick off. Best get going ourselves, eh?"

Sue's stomach wasn't about to argue with that idea, that's for sure.



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I feel Sue's future actions will have a ripple effect of sorts on the village. Maybe even alienating some of the populace. Regardless, she may be something that said small community needed in a way. Some new perspective I guess?
 
I feel Sue's future actions will have a ripple effect of sorts on the village. Maybe even alienating some of the populace. Regardless, she may be something that said small community needed in a way. Some new perspective I guess?

You could even say that her actions are already rippling through the place. She's something the community needed for sure, though hardly a new perspective in herself. More so just a firmer shove to push them towards snapping out of their stagnation, which is arguably even more important.


It just wouldn't be the genuine small town experience without the xenophobia.

Indeed✨. Especially one with a lot of ugly history behind it.
 
Chapter 7: Spectacle


Chapter 7: Spectacle



Joy stuck close to Sue as the party headed out of the clinic, confused by the sudden commotion. As much as she appreciated Sundance stepping in to explain the upcoming feast to her, that didn't make her fear the fiery vixen any less, opting to stick to the Forest Guardian of the group for the time being.

Sue didn't understand her fear, but wasn't in a position to investigate it. She sensed it all the same, though, letting the toothy child stay as close to her as she wanted if it would help—and help it did. Both Joy and Spark keeping close to her sounded like a recipe for someone getting smacked with a crutch, but they were pulling it off flawlessly.

"Sho, this feast. What will it look like?" Sue asked as they neared the last corner before the plaza's entrance.

Sundance smirked at Sue from the front of the party. "Those who can help the cooks and the Elders in bringing the food to the hungry mouths. Those who can't just take a seat somewhere comfortable. And, once all the meals are dispensed, the show begins."

The Forest Guardian blinked. "The show?"

"You'll see~!"

Sue wasn't sure how to respond to Sundance's tease—though if the vixen wasn't giving her a straight answer, she guessed it was gonna be a spectacle she didn't want spoiled. Even with that in mind, though, one detail still stood out to her. "Are you not on the Eldersh Council?"

The question visibly took the vixen aback, her smile deflating as she answered. "Not anymore. I've already had my share of bickering in this life."

Sue supposed that only made sense, even if she wouldn't have thought of that position as one that someone could just leave. She didn't have much time to dwell on that as their destination came into view, though. The plaza was as filled as it had been in the morning, but all its occupants seemed to be concentrated in just one half of it, with the other left empty—seemingly intentionally. It wasn't an issue; between the plentiful tables and makeshift fire pits on the grass, there was space for everyone.

Or so it seemed, at least.

It took a moment for Sue to realize why the fire pits were there, with so many available tables. A glimpse of a large quadruped passing by finally made it click in her head—not everyone could use the benches, after all.

Though there is that one famous painting of dogs playing poker, so what do I know, anyway?

Spotting 'their' table turned out to be much easier than expected. Comet was already there, distracted by the ghostly prankster from yesterday with the game of peek-a-boo that involved them phasing their face through the bench the infant sat on.

If his elated squeaks were anything to go by, Comet loved it.

"Finally!" the ghost-alike groaned, looking up at their group. "And here I was thinking I'd have to grab y'all. How's Crutches doing?"

Spook's—no, Hazel's—voice was still as creaky and whispered as Sue remembered it, despite Sundance's translation. It ended up rather tricky to understand as a result, almost enough for Sue to not even notice a nickname of her own—but only almost. She was about to speak up, before Willow cut her off. "She's doing just fine Hazel, and you know full well that's not her name."

"Yeah, but it ain't like she's gonna tell us her real name, eh?" Hazel rolled her eyes.

Alright, now was her moment—

"On the contrary," the vixen insisted, "she told it to us perfectly well. It only took a bit of help."

Not the time, Sundance!

Hazel lifted an eyebrow. "So her brain's not broken then, eh? Pop was guessin' with all her gesturin'. What's her name then?"

"Shue!"

The urgency and accidental volume with which Sue had said that made everyone look at her with varying amounts of confusion and concern. Before she could spontaneously combust from sheer embarrassment, she cleared her throat and tried again, hoping to save face. "Um, m-my name is Sue."

"...'Sue', eh?" Hazel prodded. "Weird name. You from somewhere far?"

You have no idea.

"She is, but now is not the best of times to chat about that, Hazel. Is Poppy still in her kitchen?" the medic asked, stepping in front of Sue to draw the attention away from her.

"Dunno, Willow, prolly. She said Solstice was gonna come over once they were both done. Though... y'all are here and can look after the bowl cut, so I'm gonna go check up on them~," the spook answered, her grin growing as she took the excuse to get away from the crowd. Before she left, though, she took a moment to pull one last funny face on Comet, stretching her face far beyond what ought to be anatomically possible. Joy and Sue could only stare, aghast, as everyone else just shrugged and approached the bench, far too used to the spook's antics to pay them any mind anymore.

The professors at my biology department would kill to get some of the locals here under an X-ray.

With Hazel out of the way, the band got seated. Both Joy and Spark were practically glued to Sue, ending up beside her and on her lap, respectively. Comet wanted to join them too, but was quickly snagged away by the other adults as they sat down at the other side of the table. Once the entire group sat down, Spark leaned towards Joy, extending her affection to the other girl. The toothy tyke appreciated it greatly, especially with all the scary strangers around.

Judging by the plentiful empty spots around them, it'd still be awhile until the festivities kicked off properly.

Not a bad opportunity to sate my curiosity before doing the same for my stomach later.

"So... what ish Hazel?" Sue asked, interrupting the group's idle chatter. She didn't expect a question this simple to be this hard to interpret, shuddering at the multiple confused expressions turning her way soon after.

"Whatcha mean, Sue?" Willow asked, uncertain. "'What's up with Hazel' or...?"

Their confusion made it clear Sue would need to phrase it in a cleaner way, but she was unsure how. Asking about Hazel's species felt even more abstract than her original question. It wasn't even likely to clarify anything, either—after all, she might have known now what her current kin was named, 'Forest Guardians', but that explained precious nothing about how her newfound magic worked. Guess she'd have to play even dumber, eh.

Sue tried to not think about it as she elaborated, "Oh, it's just like, she's khinda like a ghost with how she walks through stuff..."

"But Ms. Hazel is a ghost!" Spark clarified cheerfully, bluescreening Sue's brain. The assertion of the ghost-like creature turning out to be an actual ghost somehow took her completely from the left field, despite her best attempts to brace herself for any more of this place's insanity.

As her mind held on to a piece of wreckage to as to not sink, it eventually arrived at a possible explanation. Maybe the little fox just meant something else by 'ghost'? Maybe it was just a species name, a weirdly perfectly fitting one, and didn't actually mean what she thought it meant? That didn't sound especially likely, but Sue wasn't about to waste an opportunity to preserve a bit more of her sanity, asking, "Uhm, like... a ghost ghost? Came bhack from the dead and all—"

Spark frowned. "Mom told me it's very rude to ask about that!"

What.

The kit's clarification wasn't doing Sue any favors, making her look up at Sundance with an unspoken 'help'. The older vixen looked as uncertain about the ongoing situation as Sue was, but she was willing to give her an out—both to resolve the awkward situation, and to hopefully learn more about the world Sue came from. She explained, "Sue didn't know, sweetie. She's from very far away."

"Ooooh. Really!?" Spark perked up, tail wagging as she turned to look at her big friend once more, her wide-eyed gaze melting through any residual embarrassment.

"Yeah!" Sue confirmed. "Really, really far away. I-I've never seen a ghosht..."

"Really!? But they're not that rare... and you knew what a ghost was already?" the lil' kit tilted her head.

Awfully perceptive for a fiery critter that doesn't even come close to clearing my knee.

Sue cobbled together an excuse on the fly. "Well, I've heard of them, but thought they were jusht a myth or a scary story, y'know."

"Noooo, of course not!" Spark giggled. "There are many of them in Moonview, and even more in the woods! Most of them are even nice!"

Sue wasn't sure whether the 'nice' category included Hazel, but the reassurance that her soul would probably not be eaten by a wild, undead specter was appreciated. Even with that in mind, though, the shock of ghosts being real here still hit her hard—as if deities, fox shaped heaters, brain magic martians and plant people weren't enough already. Then again, not like ghosts didn't fit with all the fantasy wildlife either. She sighed, uncertain what she was expecting here exactly, and asked, "Uh-huh. Are they... dead?"

"Some are; others hatched like that already," Sundance explained. "There's no difference between them, and it's considered very rude to ask."

Guess now Sue knew that, even if it wouldn't undo her unintentional faux pas. At least it didn't happen in front of the being in question. Something something silver linings. She shuddered. "Oh. Sorry..."

"It's fine, do not worry Sue. No way you could've known, after all," the older vixen reassured. Her warm smile brought Sue relief, especially when combined with Joy hugging her hand.

Willow wasn't done with the conversation yet, adding, "Though, not like Hazel hasn't been outspoken about having come back from the dead." Sundance tilted her head with an 'I suppose' expression at their words, leaving the once-human even more confused. The medic wasted no time before continuing; "It's all a rather sensitive issue. There's still some prejudice against ghosts that had returned from the afterlife, painting them as wanting to drag others to the afterlife or hurt the living out of spite. Hard to shake off for many. After Hazel arrived here, many accused her of having come back from the dead, and she eventually snapped and admitted it—and now, she wears it as a badge of pride, in a way."

Seems the kind of ghosts Sue had heard of were still here, with the teensy tiny distinction of there also being non-undead ghosts. Somehow. Whether the latter counted as alive was a question Sue considered asking for a moment, before tossing it aside, primarily because of not having the slightest idea of how to phrase it. "Uh-huh. So, was Hazel someone else here before she... died?"

"No. We don't think so, at least—personality didn't match anyone who had recently passed around that time. I was under the mentorship of my uncle when she joined us, and preparing the dead for burials was part of our duties. We got to see everyone that kicked the bucket, heh," Willow chuckled, reminiscing about a gruesome, yet important job.

Sue blinked. "Wouldn't she remember?"

Sundance shook her head and sighed. "She would not. The returned ones don't keep any memories of their past life. From what Poppy had told me, Hazel's oldest memory is finding herself sitting on top of a hill under a cloudy sky, not remembering who, where, or even what she was."

Sue shuddered at the vixen's explanation. Her own arrival here was plenty traumatic, despite being far less drastic—to imagine it with no memories whatsoever, not even of her own name, made her want to give the spectral prankster a hug. "That's horrible..."

The fiery fox nodded, not blind to the parallels between Sue's case and Hazel's. She stretched to reach across the table and lay her paw on Sue's shoulder, the limb's warmth comforting. "It is, yes. Eventually, however, she found us, and look at her now—you wouldn't have guessed what had happened to her. It's all gonna be alright Sue."

"Yeah! Mrs. Hazel is doing good, and once your leg gets better, you will too, Sue!" Spark cheered.

"Heh. Thank you, Shpark," Sue smiled weakly.

Spark's enthusiasm combined with her mom's reassurance brought a smile onto Sue's face, netting her all the head pets the once-human could dish out. Her toothy grin was almost as precious as her giggling, though slightly marred by some of said teeth looking way sharper than they ought to for any creature this cute. She wasn't done with her own curiosity yet, asking, "Oh, oh, oh! Where are you from, Sue!?"

Her mom reminded, "I told you Spark, she's from very far away."

"Yeah, but what is it like there? Oh, oh, oh, is anyone there like us?"

Sue was unsure how to respond, for multiple reasons. There was keeping the truth of her origins secret, and while she trusted Willow and Sundance to keep that knowledge to themselves, Spark was another case entirely. The even bigger issue, though, was just how uncomfortable the truth was, especially regarding the similarities between the intelligent creatures here and the… at the very least, not obviously intelligent animals of her homeworld.

The rest of the group was no less curious than the excitable kit, even if they expressed it in more subdued ways—Sue's sixth sense let her pick up on all of it. Hell, even Joy wanted to hear more, intrigued by the mysterious faraway land her newly made friend had come from. Comet was the only one that didn't care either way, content with his company and having very warm fur to snuggle into, expressing his approval with a high-pitched squeak.

Sue explained, "It's... quite similar to here, in most ways at least. There are many kinds of creaturesh there, some like the ones here, but more... mundane."

"Mundane? Like, Normal?" Spark perked up.

Sue could tell there was something more to her word choice, but couldn't determine it from her mood alone. She prodded some more; "Like... th-there are creatures there that are shimilar in appearance to you Spark, just... without the whole, uh... fire, thing."

Or sapience, for that matter.

Spark nodded. "So, Normal then! That sounds boring." It didn't take her long for her to realize her gaffe, looking apologetically at the medic before her mom could even give her the look. "Oh, sorry, Willow!"

"Oh, it's alright sweetie, I get it," the elderly medic chuckled. "Though, with that in mind, is that true, Sue? Does the place you're from really only have Normal-types?" they asked, before correcting themselves shortly afterwards to maintain the pretense for the little ones, "Except for Forest Guardians, that is?"

A straightforward answer would've been a 'yes'. A truthful answer would've been 'what in the world is a Normal-type'. Sue went a step beyond either of those, playing dumber still, hoping to figure out just that bit more about how this weird world worked. "I-I think so, but I'm not sure about what 'Normal' meansh here..."

"Whaaaaaat?" Spark squeaked, "but it just means—"

Willow intervened, "No, no, Spark, that is a fair question! Especially if Sue had little to do with those outside her kin."

Sue took the cue, nodding along eagerly, "Yeah, I-I've only lived with other Forest Guardiansh before..."

Thank Duck Solstice wasn't around, else she would've had a hard time not laughing at such an obvious lie.

"See, Spark~?" the medic chuckled before pointing all around. "Well, Sue, you might've noticed how Spark and Sundance have a particular affinity for fire and warmth, while yourself, Solstice, and Sundance all have the gift of psychic senses. Hazel is a ghost, of course; you, Solstice, and Poppy have a special connection with the Moon. These are what some call 'types', though they're a very vague description. Most beings have a type or another, or even two, but some just don't. Those that don't have any of those traits, gifts, or however you want to call them, are bundled together as the 'Normal' type—"

Spark cut in, "But what about—"

"Yes, yes, there's a bit more to it than that, but let's keep it simple for Sue for now."

Sue slowly nodded, the concept making some sense to her. The two fire foxes weren't the only fire themed beings in here, so having a 'type' to bundle them all under felt reasonable. It was just one of several kinds of… well, superpowers, and the poor schmucks without them were the 'Normal' ones. Considering the apparent power level of everyone else around, that sounded… awful. "Okay, yeah, there are only these Normal types where I'm from. K-kinda sad really..."

In another world, all the critters on Earth could've been sentient beings, able to communicate with each other and live for more than a panic fueled fight to survive and pass on their genes before a brutal death... oh well.

"Eh, I'd say it's not that bad, personally," Willow winked. "Though yes, that situation does sound peculiar and hard to imagine. But—I'm also curious about you specifically, Sue. What did you do back there?"

Oops. Guess if Willow also fell under the umbrella of 'Normal', then that group also had access to some magic at least, and stood a chance after all. Their question turned out even more difficult to answer than the first one. Sure, she could say that she is—or was, rather—a computer science student at a local university.

But then she'd have to spend ten hours explaining every word of that sentence, including all the concepts needed to make sense of her original answer and all the ideas needed for those concepts, and so on and so on, working her way up from the basics the rest of the group would grasp intuitively. Decent odds the feast would still not have been ready by the time she was finished, but Sue preferred not to push her luck. "It's... very hard to describe. I-I can say I was studying how to use a certain very c-complicated contraption. For counthing, and other thingsh..."

'Other' was definitely the load-bearing word of that sentence.

Sundance hummed, tapping her claws on the table as she thought back. "Hmm... something like an abacus? I recall a few settlements using those in my travels, and I think one of the recent arrivals has even brought one with themselves. Completely beyond me how they function."

"Uhm, yes! K-kinda like those, bhut more complex," Sue nodded, sighing in relief that she was able to inch her way towards a somewhat coherent answer. The vixen's response provided an excuse to redirect the conversation away from herself, at least for a moment—and Sue wouldn't waste it. "D-did you travel a lot, Shundance?"

"Oh my gosh, you have no idea Sue!" Spark perked up. "My mom traveled around the world for years! Right mom!?"

The vixen chuckled at her daughter's enthusiasm, moving one paw in a scritching motion. Her mental magic transferred her affection towards her little one at the other side of the table as she began, "I suppose that's not a wholly inaccurate way to describe it, but 'traveled' makes it sound a lot more structured than it ever was, really. Never had a grand plan to 'travel around the entire world' or anything like that. I just wanted to wander until my legs fell off, see everything there was to be seen, everything and everyone, and figure myself out while at it."

Sue could acutely relate to the desire Sundance had described.

She wasn't ever in a position to just let go of all earthly attachments and hitchhike across the globe for a year or two, even if she daydreamed about it every once in a while. Hell, even once she finished college, she'd need to save up for a good few years afterwards just to afford a week-long vacation, let alone anything more than that...

It felt so much more possible just a few years back. She was about to wrap up high school, ready to take on everything the world had to show her, dad was still around… and then the diagnosis came, and a few months later, he was gone. Suddenly, any frivolities took a back seat to making sure she could make it through college without taking on too much debt.

Didn't even really have the time to mourn, just had to grit her teeth and get down to holding on—

"Sue?" Sundance spoke up, expression concerned at Sue's drawn-out pause.

Sue shook herself out of it. "O-oh, shorry. Just got lost in thought. I... definitely know what you meant th-there, and can relate a lot."

"And haven't been able to explore like that yourself?"

Not until now, at least.

Sue nodded, sighing deeply. She didn't want to be questioned about why on the spot, though, immediately swerving the conversation back—"It's alright. I-I'm curious though, why did you want to exphlore, and what did you shee out there?"

The redirection away from herself wasn't exactly subtle, but Sundance wasn't about to make a fuss about that. She couldn't blame Sue for not wanting to talk about her past life too much, with it only reminding her more about being stranded here—and even beside that, prying would just be rude. "The 'why' question is much simpler than the 'what', because it wasn't really my choice."

Sue blinked, the revelation painting Sundance's travel in a wholly different light. "Wait, what? Were you kicked out?"

"Essentially, yes. It wasn't an act of cruelty—not of explicit cruelty, at least. It was just how my kin... did things, out in the desert. Females were kicked out of the nest after they evolved and had to fend for themselves. Hunt, build their own nests, look for mates. Gain the experience and wisdom needed to one day be in charge of their own brood."

Spark huddled on Sue's lap as her mom went on, the once-human hoping to Duck that the poor kit wouldn't be subjected to all that. The whole thing gave Sue a whiplash and a half—for how human-like the creatures here behaved, this revelation reminded her they weren't humans, and that their animality extended beyond just appearance. And it's not like Sundance's parents weren't aware of what they were doing, making it even more vile. It was no animalistic instinct.

It was a conscious choice.

"H-how could they do thish to you?" Sue asked, aghast.

"It's just... how things used to be done," the vixen began, shuddering. "The conditions my kin live in, out in the desert, are unpleasant. Dens are cramped, food is scarce, it's hard to sustain a whole brood, and… compromises have to be made. Brood mothers have the final say on everything, and that level of responsibility requires grit and experience—or at least, that's how my mother justified it. It's heinous, no two words about it. But that's how things were, and probably still are, out there. You won't see me trekking back there to investigate."

Sundance took a deep breath, shaking the mental muck off before continuing, "I wasn't interested in settling down. The desert sands weren't particularly fascinating, but I knew that vastly different places lay beyond, so I kept going—I wanted to see that different world. Every so often, I ran into someone else of my kin, another den. They couldn't take me in, of course, but it was a common custom to offer a night's respite and for brood mothers to share any wisdom and knowledge they had."

She smirked, "And, well," before flicking her arm upwards and sliding a stick as long as her forearm out of its hiding spot in her fur, its tip immediately catching flame. "Flames might not solve every problem—or even many problems—but they make for a very effective repellent from those mistaking you for easy prey. Especially with a bit of knowledge on how to apply them."

"Oh, oh, oh, mom can you show Sue—" Spark woofed, excited, before her mom cut her off.

"Probably not the best idea for me to show off right before the main event, sweetie, don't you think~?"

Spark grumbled, "I—I guess..."

The table giggled at the lil' kit's enthusiasm being extinguished, Sue not hesitating to make up for it with further affection.

"Besides, I never was one for strife. I know a flashy technique or two, but most of those are only ever useful in a life of violence, and I—" Sundance blew off the flame at the tip of her stick before sheathing it as swiftly as she had pulled it out, "—chose a different path. It took me over half a year—the desert was horribly vast, after all—but eventually I made it over to grasslands, and eventually, forests. Got to experience how delicious berries could taste and never looked back. Even most desert dwellers didn't want to risk taking a bite out of me—you can imagine how much less alluring that became with everything in the vicinity now flammable."

Oh shit.

Sue didn't suspect the vixen of being willing to resort to something this dangerous without a justified reason. Even so, just trying to imagine the sheer damage she could do if she did was unnerving, not to mention humbling. Hopefully her lessons, be they with Sundance or Solstice, would cover self-defense before long. Or better yet, she'd get to go home…

It was hard for the fiery fox not to sense Sue's desire. Still, she kept weaving her tale, wanting to avoid drawing attention to Sue's distress. "It let me travel freely and relatively safely, if nothing else. Not to say there weren't occasional fools who tried their luck, but most brawls ended in seconds with one side running away with some freshly charred fur. I saw many settlements, most of them tiny compared to this one, even back then."

The change of subject helped Sue shake the moment of dread from before, eyebrow raising at the prospect of there being more places like this. Many, many more, judging by the way Sundance phrased it. "So, are there more townsh like this?" she asked, leaning in closer.

Sundance smiled. "Plenty. Ones as large as this one are few and far between, though. This town and the Central City, where me and Solstice just got back from, are the only two in this general area. To get anywhere else you're looking for a weeklong trek, if not longer. Most settlements I've seen were much more modest, and by and large didn't let outsiders stay permanently. They were more so several families banding together to share resources and watch each other's backs than anything else. Still, they were usually welcoming, if briefly and at arm's length. Many had unique spiritual traditions, which was the other thing I wanted to explore and witness."

Sue thought back to Duck's shrine, wondering how it stacked against other religions of this world, especially with Duck being real to some extent if her dreams were anything to go by. Of course, they also implied the Night Father was real, too, which probably made monotheistic religions… something of a hard sell here. "What did you shee?"

"Almost anything you can imagine, really. Worship of one deity, worship of multiple, worship of all, worship of none. Beliefs in an uncountable number of spirits all around us from times untold, in an upcoming end of the world, in the natural order, in the cessation of the natural order, in reincarnation, in hells and heavens of myriad forms. Far too much to summarize. Thoroughly humbling, one and all."

Sundance paused to catch her breath, briefly closing her eyes as she sorted through a lifetime of experiences in her mind. "I was never particularly devoted to my worship of the sun, and seeing it all made me relax my faith even further. If there was one throughline to everything I've seen, it's that nobody really knows why we're here and what awaits us after death, so might as well be kind to one another, and to ourselves. An afterlife may or may not exist, but this life sure does, so why not make it a pleasant one?"

The insights weren't anything extraordinarily deep, but they were reassuring. Sue chuckled, "Heh, I-I kinda thought you would've found some deeper truth of the univershe, or shomething..."

"Oh, there definitely are deep insights to be had. But the deeper the insight, the more specific it is," the vixen explained, shuddering. "As far as broad principles go, being kind and not doing to another as you wouldn't want done to you are the ones I've grown to appreciate the most over the years. I've heard more than one truth so piercing it made me want to incinerate the person I was talking to because of how painful, yet unerringly accurate, it was. As true as they rang, none of them would mean anything to anyone in a different position," she sighed. Noticing Sue's unnerved look, she quickly followed up—"I-I never actually incinerated anyone like that, just to be clear."

Okay, phew.

Sundance chuckled softly. If it was someone more familiar with her, she would've gotten a bit offended by someone presuming something like that about her—but in Sue's case, it was more than forgivable. Especially with the girl having no prior experience with fiery beings and Sundance's soft brag about how fearsome she used to be.

Once Sue had calmed her heart down a bit, she could chew through the vixen's words properly. And yeah, they largely made sense. It's not like she knew just what kind of deep wisdom she even expected to hear. Maybe the golden rule was more profound than she had originally given it credit for? Something to ponder on another day. "Okay... n-now I'm curioush, what was the weirdest religion you've seen in your travels?"

"'Weird' is a very subjective metric, you know," Sundance chided. "I'm sure I was the weird one for many. Though… I can't deny that one place in particular was… memorable."

The entire table listened in closely. From Sue and Joy ready to hear about that encounter for the first time, to Spark wanting her mom to tell it again, to Willow not remembering the details all too well, to Comet just reading the room and keeping himself quiet and comfortable in Sundance's hold with a bubbly squeak. A perfect audience as far as the older vixen was concerned, but she still needed to establish some things first. "I take you're not too familiar with the Allfather, right Sue?"

The name brought on the mental image of the Abrahamic deity, making Sue want to reply with a tentative nod. Still, she couldn't be sure if that was quite it, leading her to shake her head instead.

Sundance took the cue, explaining, "Allfather, Allmother, the Ancestor... quite a few names for them. They are said to have populated the world with living beings. How they did it depends greatly, of course. I've heard tales about them creating life from dust, from mud, from salt, from their own wishes, or even by breeding with themselves. A lot of variation on that last point especially. They're most often depicted as a small, pink creature with a long tail."

"Do you really not know about Allfather, Sue!?" Spark squeaked, incredulous.

Sue was unsure how to answer Spark's question. Sundance's brief description did indeed make the being in question sound even more like the monotheistic deity she was familiar with, but it also had elements of other religions' creation myths, so it was really hard to know for certain. Wouldn't hurt to ask. "I—maybe? They also created the resht of the world, right?"

"That is not typically attributed to them, no. Most many-god faiths I've seen assign that feat to another deity. So, that eerie place I mentioned—they had a faith centered on the Allfather, but according to them, they were an evil deity."

Evil creation deity was a new one. "How sho?" Sue asked, eyes going a bit wider.

"Their logic is surprisingly sound. If Allfather created all the creatures, then they did so deliberately and with a plan. The circle of life, the split between predator creatures and the prey creatures, and so on, are all deliberate, which makes the Allfather evil, profoundly evil, for knowing about the unceasing misery they were sentencing their creation through, but going along with it, anyway. Unsurprisingly, that faith was mostly held by lower, 'prey' species."

Sue nodded along for now. The idea was outlandish enough that she'd need more than a moment to chew on it and find out if it truly made sense to her, but wanted to hear the rest of it.

Sundance continued, "As such, they worship another deity, whom they call the Usurper, for it is destined to usurp the Allfather's throne and reign over mortal beings. According to them, this Usurper will bring on a new era, one that can scarcely even be imagined right now, one where the circle of life has been broken and its suffering ended. Its form is said to be beyond comprehension, an ever-changing mass of sunset and midday, of orange and blue. That wasn't even the memorable part of it; that would have to be the chanting. I was hungry, tired, and had stumbled upon their ceremony. They invited me over and promised food afterwards, but until then, we were to chant, chant for their deity to come, 'Arise Usurper!', 'Arise Usurper!'. It was... surreal."

"Did they at least feed you after all that?" Willow asked, chuckling to themself.

"Oh yes, they did," Sundance answered, shuddering. "They were rather hospitable, but I opted to get going by the next day's sunrise. It all… unnerved me past a certain point."

Wonder what, or who, they would've had for their next dinner had she stayed…

"Why did you stop traveling, mom?" Spark asked, supporting herself on the table with her forelegs as she looked up at her mom. All the tales so far have been exciting enough to make the little one wonder why one would ever want to stop.

And for that… Sundance didn't have a simple answer. "Why did I stop? I don't think there was a single, specific reason for it. Part of it was exhaustion, no doubt—I had been wandering around the world for over a hundred moons by then, almost two hundred. I was tired physically and mentally, felt like I had learned enough, and perhaps most of all, I finally wanted to contribute to somewhere where I could spend the rest of my days. After going over every single memorable settlement I had visited in my journeys, a decently sizable village by a small stream back in the south caught my attention. By the time I got back there, it had grown a lot since I last saw it, and now it's plenty bigger than that still!" she smiled, taking a moment to take the surrounding buildings in.

"To this day, I'm not sure if I really remember when you visited us for the first time, Sundance, or if my failing memory made it up after you brought it up. By the Pale Lady, do I remember when you arrived for the second time, ha!" Willow laughed as the vixen tried to keep herself from rolling her eyes too much.

"Oh oh oh, what was mom like then, Willow? Did she do something cool!?" Spark asked, tail wagging even harder.

"She looked like she hadn't slept in a week beforehand, and the moment we sat her down and gave her food, she dozed off and slept for two days straight."

Sue tried and failed to hold in laughter at hearing that—she sure didn't think that herself from the last semester would have so much in common with her newly found mentor, or at least her past.

"Yes, that entire time period was a blur," Sundance chuckled, "but it's hard to forget just how profoundly exhausted I was, and how relieving having somewhere safe to rest was. It's something that I would never want to deny from another being, no matter their kin or type."

The indirect jab in Sundance's response went over the heads of everyone but its direct target. Sue wasn't sure why Willow was squirming like this all of a sudden, but she knew she still had more to ask them. "How long h-have you been here for, Willow?"

The medic appreciated the distraction, eagerly responding, "How long~? My dear, my family founded this place!"

Now that was an interesting twist. "Really?" Sue asked.

"Mhm! Well, I suppose if you get down to the nitty gritty, someone else had a hand in it too, but that's the gist of it, indeed."

Spark might have heard this story enough times to not be as curious about it anymore, but that couldn't be said about Joy, the little big maw creature standing up to peek at Willow from behind the table. Sundance held in a smile at her antics and tried not to look at her directly lest she get spooked, smirking, "I had to elaborate, Willow; we have the time for you to go into detail, don't you think~?" she asked in a playful tone, winking at Sue and managing to conceal enough of her other feelings for not even the Forest Guardian to notice.

The once-human reached down to hold Joy closer while avoiding her back maw, the girl briefly wincing at the touch before relaxing into it as the medic sighed and continued, "We do, indeed. So~ a long time ago, before even my grandparents had hatched yet, my clan had a modest dwelling here. Just a large burrow and a small wooden hut on the outside. We weren't proficient craftsmen, and, well, I suppose it's not much of a surprise that we didn't have the shared strength to put together a sturdier shelter, ha."

That's one hunch validated.

"We took pride in healing anyone who came, staying neutral in any larger conflicts and trying to compile all the medical knowledge we could. Part of it was tradition, of course, one started so long ago that the bones of anyone that saw it take form have long since become dust. But the rest was… us being rather easily pressured into inaction. We were bad craftsmen, but we were even worse at fighting, including any self defense."

"If only you had someone soft spoken yet carrying a flaming stick to stand up for you back then," Sundance smirked.

"Well, we do now, better late than never, ha! It was an actual issue at the time, though," Willow continued, calming themselves down. "We were at the mercy of the woods in a very literal way, pleading for them to not send someone mighty with a vendetta our way. Fortunately, that wouldn't be the case forever, thanks to Granite's forefather."

Before Sue could ask who that was, she felt her attention being drawn to one of the builders she'd seen yesterday, a gray creature with four arms sitting beside a small firepit a few meters away from them. Despite it being her second time seeing them, their similarity to a human being didn't result in any less whiplash this time. As she took their appearance in, Sue noticed Joy looking around in confusion. She might not have known how to magically redirect the lil' girl's focus in the same way as her own had been moments prior, but she could point well enough.

She lightly tapped the back of Joy's front head before pointing out the villager in question, trying to keep it inconspicuous. Though, considering the sudden uproar of laughter that took over Granite and the rest of their band shortly after, they probably weren't paying too much attention to their group.

Once they had both taken in enough of the builder's appearance, Willow continued. "Thank you, Sundance. Sadly, his forefather's name has been lost to time, but not his actions. He had stumbled upon our little shelter in need of aid after getting poisoned, which, of course, we gave. In return, he vowed to repay us once he had completed his pilgrimage to a sacred mountain, which he was in the middle of. We were used to promises like that; most of them were never acted upon, and we didn't expect much once he'd left. A Moon passed, then another, then a few more. I believe it had been almost twenty Moons since his original visit, but he eventually came back with a mate, and proclaimed that he was settling down near us and had taken it as his life mission to aid us and our cause."

Sue blinked, surprised. "Soundsh... rather drastic."

"Oh, it absolutely was," the medic laughed, "we were just as dumbfounded as you are! Took a while to get an answer out of him; he was so dedicated to working hard that he never sat down for long. In short, his pilgrimage had been in search of guidance from the spirits, and help in finding a virtuous deed to dedicate his life towards. And, as he sat meditating on the mountain's peak, he realized that our little clan was the right choice."

"Didn't he already want to help?" Spark asked.

"Yes, but that revelation changed it from maybe building something for us once as thanks to settling down permanently and helping us expand—and help us he did. That building you sleep in, Sue, was supposedly one of the first to be built by him. He helped us grow, and even more importantly, he made for a very effective bodyguard. We still healed all who came, of course, but now we could afford to be more assertive and work to make our corner of the world safer for everyone. And from there on, more people kept showing up. It's much easier to grow past a certain size—more travelers will come by, and some will decide to settle down. Hundreds of Moons passed, people kept coming, we kept growing. We took to the Pale Lady's worship, our nameless village turned into Moonview, we carved out a decent clearing that we're only now finally filling in, continued to gather our knowledge and pass it down the generations…"

Willow took a deep breath, chuckling to themselves, and concluded, "And now, there's just me left."

Wait, what?

"Wh-what do you mean, only you?" Sue asked, stunned.

The medic calmly answered, "I'm the last of my clan, Sue. Once I'm gone, that'll be it for us."

The casualness with which Willow said that was chilling. For a moment, Sue thought it was a sorrowful resignation, admitting the inevitable, but they truly weren't all that bothered by the harrowing realization, remaining as upbeat as ever. She blurted out, "B-but how?"

"We kept expanding for a while, but there's only so much you can grow if you want to avoid mingling with close relatives, but once we had the people to pass our knowledge and mission to, it wasn't an issue anymore. All things end; that's just how life is. Considering everything, I'd say we had a pretty good run—wouldn't you agree, Sue?" they asked, smiling.

How do I even respond to that?

The prospect of accepting one's demise so calmly was completely alien to Sue. She had to exorcize the occasional thoughts about her inevitable death with hot cocoa and funny internet videos whenever they came up, just to distract her from her own mortality. Even brief forays into that subject threatened to send her into a panic attack, and Willow just... didn't care. "I—I guess. That's shtill sad though, isn't it?" She asked, more shook by this than anything Solstice had told them about.

Willow shrugged, "In a way it is, I suppose. At the same time, the sorrow of a loss is offset by the joy of giving something else a chance to grow instead. Life keeps going, after all."

Guess this was something she'd be taking to bed with her tonight, and without a pleasant distraction, no less. "I guess I-I never thought of it like this."

"Makes sense!" they giggled. "You're still young, whole life ahead of you, little point to coming to terms with one's death just yet, ha! And speaking of things ahead of us~!" Willow looked away from the table as their expression lit up, the reason not hard to figure out—food was on its way!

Oh, and Solstice, too.

The other Forest Guardian was holding a bowl of freshly roasted treats in each hand, with a few more suspended in front of her with her magic. Her glowing eyes were even starker as the sunset crept on them, though Comet's excited squeaks made it hard to focus on them.

"That ought to be most of it. Apologies for the delay—there was a sad mishap in one kitchen and it took longer to get everything prepared, but we should be ready to start soon. Are you all feeling alright?" Solstice asked as she leaned on the table, catching her breath while magically pulling her son out of Sundance's arms and into her own. Joy huddled closer to her big friend at the Mayor's appearance, but kept watching.

"We're doing alright," Willow smiled, "we were just telling Sue about Moonview's history, and Sundance reminisced about her travels for the hundredth time."

The older Forest Guardian chuckled. "Sounds like her, alright."

Sundance couldn't keep herself mature enough not to stick her tongue out in response, sending the rest of the table giggling. "As if you don't have your own share of stories."

Solstice rolled her eyes at that, the sight slightly unnerving considering their size. "Touche. I suppose I can be swayed into telling some of them again after the show—but first, mind lending us a hand, Sundance? We're wrapping things up, and a couple extra pairs of hands would help a lot."

"You got it," the vixen answered without skipping a beat, rolling her shoulders as she got up from her seat.

With the two women gone and Comet begrudgingly left in Willow's lap, Sue had a wonderful opportunity to inspect the food left in their wake, the display making more than one gathered stomach rumble in anticipation. Grilled berries looking almost like cuts of meat, thick stews, browned and spiced root veggies, even ice cream! Or at the very least, something very similar looking, smelling of sugared fruits and radiating coldness.

Spark's excited barking interrupted Sue's observation—and made her acutely realize she wasn't gonna be doing much of any talking with Sundance gone. Despite the safety surrounding her, being left with nobody who could understand her was still chilling.

Sue tried to piece together what she could make out of the conversation that followed. Spark's barks, a question most likely, were responded to with Willow's firm squeak. The kit then tried to bargain a couple more times, eventually giving up and laying down Sue's lap with a small grumble.

Sorry Spark, we all have to wait, which means so do you~

Her big friend's pets helped the lil' fox feel better, as did Joy joining in on them, even if hers were much clumsier and had nowhere to reach. Humble as her efforts were, Spark got noticeably happier at seeing the toothy girl contribute. Having the bridge of her snout petted made her sneeze shortly afterwards, though, a handful of sparks thankfully redirected into the air. As much as the sight took Joy aback, it made her giggle, too. The sound was rather hoarse, but adorable all the same.

The rest of the wait went by quietly, the encampment quickly growing calmer as the sun set and the last dishes were handed out. Even the firepits were snuffed out in not too long, the tension in the air feeling downright palpable. Sundance and Solstice kept quiet as they snuck back over to the table, Solstice sitting down beside Sue after fetching Comet from Willow.

"When's it gonna shtart?" Sue whispered in anticipation, green hair standing on edge.

Solstice responded, equally quiet, "^Any second now—^"

*PFOOOM!*

A plume of flames erupted suddenly at the far side of the clearing, silencing all onlookers. Sue swept Joy up into her arms after noticing her desperately trying to peek over the table. She weighed more than expected, but nowhere near enough to dissuade her friend as the show got started.

The inferno burst into a five-armed shape at its apex, raining embers over the modest, raised stage and illuminating the two beings facing each other on its opposite ends. To Sue's left, someone red-colored with yellow legs, white top, humanoid shape and a nimble build. To her right, someone blue with white accents, bulky build and a massive tail.

And then, once the first ember had touched the stage, they charged at each other, turning into little more than blurs.

The blue one's horn glowing bright purple took Sue aback, the display intimidating. It was matched moments later by the red one's flurry of burning kicks, brilliant flames leaving fiery tracers in the air. All the while, the blue one dodged and weaved, much faster than its size would hint at it being capable of doing.

Flames and violet glow mixed chaotically in a blazing fast back and forth of swings and kicks, the two contenders moving around the stage as they expertly dodged anything the other tried to dish out. With one last kick, the red one jumped into the shadows behind the stage, with an unfamiliar creature taking their spot—white with a single red part, smaller, shaped like a levitating torso.

They immediately got to work, launching volley after volley of glistening ice shards at the blue one, forcing them into endless dodging. Eventually, the latter counterattacked, spouting a gout of purple liquid at the white one. Their target faded from where it stood, disappearing into thin air—

And reappearing all around the blue one at the same time.

Each clone laughed to itself, filling the air with cacophony before the bulky one stomped the ground with all its might. Moments later, the earth erupted from underneath it, demolishing the stage it stood on and the illusions of the white one surrounding them.

The tremors made the dishes on their table ring a bit; Sue's breath grew shallow. She was utterly transfixed by the show, too focused to notice anyone else's reactions, or that Joy was observing the spectacle from behind her fingers.

Suddenly, the white one reappeared behind the blue one, a sphere of dark, crackling energy between its hands. An instant later, the shadowy projectile was launched with a blistering speed; the crowd gasped—only for yet another contender to leap onto the ruins of the stage and take the projectile onto itself, brown and vaguely bear shaped.

Sue's heart skipped a beat, only to see them get only barely staggered by the blow. The blue one leaped back into the shadows as the brown one swung at the white one, its claws leaving dark tracers that distorted the air, forcing the white one into constant dodging. They finally made some solid ground with a hefty leap before answering with a brilliant blue beam that cut through the darkness, the brown one dashing away just in time for the ground behind it to erupt with massive ice crystals.

Their dodge didn't give them any breathing time, the white one tagging out and the red one leaping back in with a fiery roundhouse kick. The brown one had to keep backing off from their aggression, aggression which left them open to a counterattack. The opening was capitalized on by the blue one charging in the shadows and stomping the ground with their heft again. Instead of an explosion, a massive stone spike erupted from underneath the red one after they only narrowly avoided being impaled.

At the same time, the brown one was charging up.

Small wisps of yellowish light gathered around its mouth before erupting into an honest-to-Duck laser, aimed at the red one and shooting off way into the sky. It looked almost like a thunderbolt against the backdrop of the night—but only almost, and actual lightning wasn't about to be outdone.

After weaving and dodging the ray for a few moments around the tip of the stone spike, the red one leaped high into the air, just in time for another performer to show themselves—yellow, bipedal, hidden in the dark.

Roaring.

Their outcry was accompanied by a Thunderbolt shooting out of its body, up into the sky, and down onto the red one in the middle of an overhead kick. Sue's heart skipped a beat as the bolt of electricity struck their leg before getting redirected downwards onto the blue one. The intensity of the attack kicked up dirt all around the stage, shrouding it for a few moments as everyone's hearing recovered.

And then, once it had settled, the performers were all standing next to each other on top of what used to be their stage. They faced the audience, lit up by fading embers—and struck a pose each. The crowd's reaction wasn't too different from what Sue was used to, though, erupting into a mix of loud cheers, claps, and cries of adoration.

"By the Pale Lady, it feels like they cut it closer every single time..." Solstice whispered, finally letting out a breath she'd been holding. Her words fell on deaf ears, though. Sue was stuck staring wide eyed at the scene as the torches around the plaza were lit once more, with but a single thought thrashing in her head.

What.

The fuck.

Was that.



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"Weird animal village, fine. Godlike beings, fine. Telepathy, fine.

...oh they've got superpowers now. That's FINE TOO I GUESS!!!"
 
And thus she finds out about the whole "Everyone likes to fight, and are durable enough to be fine with it"
 
"Weird animal village, fine. Godlike beings, fine. Telepathy, fine.

...oh they've got superpowers now. That's FINE TOO I GUESS!!!"

The world Sue found herself in:

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aM8YOBvq-jc


And thus she finds out about the whole "Everyone likes to fight, and are durable enough to be fine with it"

I wouldn't be hasty in assuming this was a fight, or that everyone is particularly eager to fight in this setting~. It was a choreographed show after all, and those wouldn't be much of a spectacle in a world where everyone keeps fighting each other, especially not a fight this limited in scope.
 
I wouldn't be hasty in assuming this was a fight, or that everyone is particularly eager to fight in this setting~. It was a choreographed show after all, and those wouldn't be much of a spectacle in a world where everyone keeps fighting each other, especially not a fight this limited in scope.
so Superpowered Wrestling?

and sure, not Everyone is eager to fight, but i can see there being less stigma about it.
 
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