Your knees were weak, and it was possible you weren't even breathing.
A face gone pale and a head spinning while your body stayed firm.
There's no way it could be real... and yet, there he was.
Your beast gave a gentle grin, and cheerily stated...
A wide open eye followed you as you stepped closer, bigger than your entire stature.
Your feet became firm on his open palm, holding you like a doll on a stand.
The enormous pupil before you was expanded, like a dragon drugged on calming catnip.
The illumination of his body put him in focus, not that you could see much else.
Your knees were weak, and it was possible you weren't even breathing.
A face gone pale and a head spinning while your body stayed firm.
There's no way it could be real... and yet, there he was.
Your beast gave a gentle grin, and cheerily stated, "It's good to see you home, my love... if you'll still call it that."
It all happened so fast, one minute to the next making less and less sense.
How did you get here from where you were...
What a tale it was.
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Your world wasn't perfect.
Nothing really seemed all that special about you or the way that you lived. A stranger in a crowd, no different than the stranger next to you to any passerby.
Of course you were your own person, but wasn't the next person, and the next after them?
Not that such existential thoughts effected you (yet).
To give a more precise answer, you were a fan, and on this day, the first day of what was to come, you were with a friend at a local convention.
Neither of you could see the irony of you dressed exactly like him, head to toe in black and brick-patterned yellow.
You adjusted your dapper tie, at a stand where your friend was having a bit of an issue.
"Look, there's no way I'm paying that price for such a half-assed piece," they argued.
"Then don't buy it," laughed the vendor.
(f/n) could be a bit of a Karen sometimes now, and not always the nicest, but they had always been there for you, and you for them.
"Let's just go," you told them, "There's plenty of other booths."
"Fine," they grumbled, then followed you to the next one down.
