{ An Inanimate Insanity Fanfic }
Balloon's normal days disturbed by a magical transformation, turning his body into a winged critter. How will he tell the others, and most importantly... how will he deal with this himself?
!! Inspired by: 'Feathers'...
Balloon woke up in a cold sweat, quite... literally. He had his own blood all over him, along with two slimy-blood coated... whatever they were. Balloon wasn't sure what they were, they seemed to resemble wings in some way, but.. that was impossible. There was no way. Balloon slowly got up, feeling disgusted with himself. He was all... sticky, covered in his own gunk, it made him shiver. Balloon slowly got up, shaking violently. He slowly walked out of the small room he was stationed in, scraping himself a few times as he did.
Once he was out, he immediately fled the cave, his stomach threatening to projectile the breakfast he already ate. He could guess it's been atleast a few hours since he passed out, since the sun wasn't as bright as before. He walked to the hotel, a traumatized look on his face. Once he was at the door, he hesitantly reached a hand out to the knob, weakly pulling the door open. A few people looked to see who was coming inside, and as soon as they did... a scream was heard.
"BALLOON, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Salt had yelled, absolutely horrified.
Balloon was too dazed at the moment to even respond, he was panicking, wanting to rip off whatever these appendages were on his body and pretend nothing happened, but he couldn't do that. It would hurt him far too much. All he could do was slowly break down as he realized: he was now a freak. Once this realization hit him, he ran away from the hotel, despite the protests and people running after him, he couldn't get those horrified reactions out of his mind. They wouldn't know how to deal with this, why would they? Why did he believe they could help? Wh-
He felt a warm hand connect with his shoulder. Apparently, he wasn't fast enough. His stomach surged again, wishing to remove it's contents. But Balloon knew he couldn't do that, not right now, not infront of everyone. He forced it down once more, but... it just came back up. He immediately crashed to his knees, vomiting to his stomachs content. The person who held his shoulder slowly rubbed his back, avoiding the sticky appendages as they did. Their presence felt... oddly fatherly. But Balloon wasn't focused on that, he was over here breaking down, a million thoughts in his head.
The only lingering thought among the rest though, was the idea of hatred. They were going to hate him, weren't they? God, he just proved he was a good person, he just proved he was likeable- and now all that was gonna be thrown away over these... stupid appendages. Why did he have these anyway? He didn't want these, he hated them! God, if only he could just rip them off, maybe- maybe everyone would like him? He started pulling at them, not caring if it hurted.
Suddenly, several hands stopped him. He opened his eyes, realizing... it was Paper, Oj, and Knife. Why were they stopping him? Didn't they want him to be normal? He tried to ask why they were doing this, but all that came out were little mumbles. Paper looked at him with worry, slowly picking him up, making sure not to damage or rip himself from the new weight of Balloon's... appendages.
Paper carried Balloon back to the hotel, along with Knife's help. Others followed along, Fan was even taking some pictures, getting promptly scolded for it by his girlfriend, Test tube. Lightbulb and Paintbrush were covering eachothers eyes, neither willing to actually see the gory mess. Suitcase, who ran out as soon as she figured out what was going on, was actually crying a bit. She was hurt, seeing her best friend in pain like this. Baseball brushed against her, since it was the only way he could really provide comfort due to the lack of arms.
Paper eventually got Balloon to the infirmary, rushing Knife to put him on a hospital bed, causing Paper to actually yell.
"Hurry up- he might DIE! I DON'T WANT HIM TO DIE!" Paper shouted, panicking heavily.
"Woah- calm down, i'm putting him down." Knife said, a little shocked at Paper's actions, placing Balloon on the bed.
"SOR- Sorry, i'm... just stressed. I don't- I don't want him to-" Paper was interrupted.
"He isn't going to die, we're gonna help. It'll be fine." Knife urged, attempting to comfort Paper.
"Mmgh- but.. what if we can't?!" Paper worries outloud, a billion bad situations running through his mind.
"We will, just... have faith." Knife awkwardly stated. He isn't the best at comforting others.
Paper looked at Balloon, flipping him onto his back to see what was going on. The blood was still really fresh, they'd probably have to wake Balloon up to get them cleaned. So, with that thought... Paper gently shook Balloon awake. Balloon groaned, a few tears escaping as he sat up painfully.
"...What is it..?" Balloon mumbled.
"We- uh... we gotta get you in a shower be- before we do anything. Since your wound is.. so big, we- we'd have to use the shower instead of just doing it normally." Paper stated, stuttering a little due to stress.
"...Fine." Balloon sighed out, not in the mood to move. He tried to get off the bed, but was stopped by Knife.
"Here- i'll carry you." Knife suggested, in which Balloon nodded, crawling into Knife's arms.
Paper followed the two, anxiously fidgetting with his hands. The walked up the stairs, deciding it'd be better for Balloon to shower in his own room. Once they made it there, they knocked on the door. Noone had the room keys on them, so they were hoping Nickel was in there. Nickel eventually opened the door, his eyes widening at the... sudden form Balloon took. Nickel stepped out the way, afraid to question what happened, also because he might loose his lunch if he tries speaking.
Paper and Knife awkwardly entered, immediately going to the bathroom. Knife gently placed Balloon inside, turning on the water and stepping back. They had to watch the guy to make sure he didn't pass out or anything, obviously. But, they also let Balloon have some form of privacy by closing the curtains. Paper and Knife sat on the floor near the shower, Paper slightly leaning into Knife, but also making sure he wouldn't slice in half due to how sharp Knife actually is. Knife flinched, but.. let Paper lean against him. He knew he needed the support right now, so why stop him?
Balloon sat down in the shower after the curtain closed, making sure not to hit whatever was attached to him against the wall. He felt himself start to cry, curling into a more comfortable position, yet... not the fetal position. That position always made his head hurt.
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Balloon sat there for a good few minutes, processing what happened. He decided to.. run his fingers across the appendages, trying to feel what they were. Once he did, his eyes widened. Were these... feathers? He could tell from the structure, he's felt feathers before as a kid. But... how did he grow WINGS of all things? That doesn't make sense! That isn't how science works, is it? ..Right? He'd have to ask Test Tube the next time he saw her. Maybe she'd have an answer.
For now though... he was left to ponder, wondering why he had these new attachments, and why.
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count how many times i said appendages i dare you.
