Naturally

part 1

3RD PERSON POV

It's June 30th, 2024. Crowywowy wakes up after a long, peaceful dream of touching grass. Something most of us wish we could do in real life.

He's sitting there eating djungelskog at the breakfast table, like all Swedes do, naturally. He has a sweet tooth after all, and there is nothing sweeter - and swedisher - than eating a much beloved child's plushie!
He suddenly feels a headache coming on, starting with just a small pang of pain, nothing that bothers him too much. Throughout the day, though, this pain becomes more prominent. "What can this be, a hangover or something??" he thinks to himself. He takes a painkiller and goes on with his day, hoping the pain would go away as soon as possible.

He spreads his crow wings in an elegant, Swedish way, as Swedes do, naturally. The pain is still there, getting more and more evident as his day goes on. He thinks this is odd, ofcourse, but he doesn't really give it too much thought. He arrives at the ikea factory and quickly ruffles through his hair to get rid of his bedhead. "I really hope this headache doesn't get any worse, I can't meet my quota of the amount of blahajes and jokkmokks I have to produce daily like this."

Suddenly, he gets a sort of flashback, a faint memory of this... Momio? What? What's a "Momio"? All Crowywowy knows is ikea factory and blahaj and djungelskog. Is "Momio" a type of ikea furniture? No, surely he would remember that. He remembers every ikea furniture item off the top of his head. As all Swedes do, naturally.
The headache suddenly gets even worse. It's like it's taunting him... What's going on? This is not something all Swedes do, this is not natural. Something is... off.

He brushes it off and rushes inside the building. All his coworkers are all clocked in - perfectly on time. As all Swedes are, naturally. He tries to find his way in quietly, he can't be seen coming in late. It's not Swedish... it's not... natura-

"Crowywowy."

He immediately halts, but more hesitantly turns around to face her.

"How come you're late?"

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers "I somehow got caught in my own head and I- I've been having this crazy headache all morning and I just-" She holds her hand up, stopping him in his speech. "A headache? That's odd. Crowywowy, are you possibly getting ill?" This question confuses him. No Swede gets ill. Swedes work in the ikea factory, naturally. They come on time, naturally. They work hard, naturally. They don't get ill. It's just, not, natural...

"Crowywowy." He got caught up in his thoughts again. Swedes don't get caught up in their thoughts, naturally. But he did. She's now looking at him more stern though, no time to wonder on about it.

"I apologise, miss. I'll immediately find my way to my station, miss. I won't be late again; naturally." "Naturally." She responds.
Crowywowy rushes to his work station, pushing his worries to the back of his mind together with the never-ending headache. There's no time for this. He gets back to work, making his blahajes and jokkmokks. Like a Swede should, naturally.