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𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝙉𝙊𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙂𝙄𝘼 — Old Yellow Bricks by Arctic Monkey
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Your eyes snapped open before a wave of dizziness struck you, only to see pitch black. You slowly regained your composure, using your hands to feel around your surroundings.
"Am I back inside my box?.." You thought, looking around only to see the darkness still. However, you felt something was off. This box was more spacious, you were able to stand at your original height without having to shrink or curl up into a fetal position. Additionally, this box is shaped differently, not like yours.
Once your mind started clearing up, realization struck you hard. "Wait a minute, didn't I die from the sun?" You quickly felt around your body, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the weird clothing you were wearing. What were you even wearing? Due to the lack of lighting, you couldn't see the colors and details on it. You didn't remember changing or being changed. Yet, he fabric felt comfortable, better than your signature kimono and haori.
A hiss escaped your lips, feeling the stings of the burns on your right side. Looked like it hadn't fully healed yet. The thought then came to you, feeling your face to find something specific.
You sighed out in relief, at least you still had your muzzle on, just in case you went berserk again. "Wait, where's onii-chan? Is he okay?! Did he defeat the uppermoon?" Your eyes softened, the memories coming back to you.
"I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me..." A high pitched voice spoke from the outside, you owlishly blinked as you froze, careful not to make a slight noise.
"Urgggh... this lid weighs a ton!" You could feel the voice struggle to lift the top of the box you were in. "Try this on for size! Mya-ha!" You started panicking when the box you were in started heating up.
"HOT!" You internally cried out, scratching your sharp nails against the top for any help. Your arms felt like noodles, all of your strength used to heal yourself which didn't do much. Oh how you hated feeling weak.
