Mouth Full of Cotton

Chapter Six: Discovery [MARK WHITE]

Weeks have passed, Ces still seemed docile, but it seemed uncanny now, especially with the one day… I shuddered thinking about it. He walked in, but didn't sit down as he did normally, instead he offered out his clawed, furred hands, smiling happily. “I think it's time you get to see yourself! Come come!” I hesitantly reach out and take one of his hands as he helps me to my feet, they feel… odd, but I pay no mind to it.

I stumbled, falling onto the plush, and he held me close to him, however, he was shorter than me. I hug him loosely, and he guides me to a tall mirror. I paid no mind to my own reflection at first, admiring the craftsmanship of the frame that held the mirror. Intricate swirls, floral patterns, shiny… it was beautiful, but Ces held my face, forcing my gaze to connect with my reflection. My eyes widened, and my heart dropped further than I can describe.

I had animal ears. Fox ears, mint colored, my favorite color along with my favorite animal. But the oddness in my feet intensified, and I couldn't help but look down, seeing my fox paws. I had on pants… sweatpants? They were comfortable, rolled up to reveal my paws, along with that, I had my usual coat, pristine and clean. I looked at my ears further, a quiet noise escaping me as I saw the stitches on my face, and then the pink tag on my ear, it said ‘ANGEL CO.’ and had a white wing.

The discovery was stressful and overwhelming, but not as much as I thought it would be. My heart pounded in my chest though, and I was thinking of all the things that could happen now that I am not human.

I could get hunted, shot, shamed, shunned… Well, people shunned me either way, plush or human, I'd be used to that, but being killed, for sport, even? I'd rather take my own life than allow myself to die like that. I opened my mouth, looking at my face once more. My canines were sharper, more animal-esque, but for whatever reason, my tongue was split halfway down the middle, making it look like that of a serpent.

I itched the side of my head, claws tugging at hair and… something else. Did I have a wound there? Ces seemed to be nervous.
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Ah, uh… Mi amigo. You shot yourself, on the side of the head… and He had to stitch it up.” Who was ‘he’? “I wanted to keep you as close to a human as possible, but He had other ideas in mind, giving you paws. We had to make some adjustments too, because your hearing was damaged by the sound of the fired bullet.” 

I let out a small noise as I turned to face him, I didn't want to look into his eyes, it felt wrong to do so, and the thought made my throat tense up with an odd fear. “You were easy to fix, thankfully, you can even hear better now, that's cool, hm? Humans don't like plushies though, so He made them relatively easy to hide.” With a soft smile that faded, he last spoke. “Humans… really don't like the stuffed ones.”
Stuffed ones, that's what they're truly called, huh? So I'm a stuffed one as he is now, and we're both now hated by humanity, fun. But why did they want to even bring me back? Why did they want me to live another life, a more hated one? Was this a punishment? I should've just been left to die, the death would've been more painless than anything anyways, but I suppose letting me die wasn't an option to these stuffed ones… was I important?

I didn't like the idea of being important to these plushies, it was unsettling how me of all people could possibly be of use to them