Your P.O.V
You wake up in the morning, the room dark, almost pitch black. Your fursuit, sitting in the corner, looking like a demon. It made you jump, your heart racing. You soon realize it's just your fursuit, you feel stupid, eventually getting up, turning on the lights. You'd walk over to your fursuit, throwing it on. You open the door, tripping on A String your brother had attached from one side of the wall to the other. "ha ha! Got you good, Y/N!" You squeaked, the snout of your fursuit ramming into the floor, shoving the inside of the head into your face. "OW! YEAH, THANKS FOR THE BRUISE, IDIOT!" You screeched at your younger brother. You get up, forgetting today was the day of Y/FFC (your favorite furry convention). You Race down the stairs, shoving your brother into the wall whilst walking by him. He snarled at you, stepping on your fursuit tail. "WATCH IT. YOU KNOW THAT MOM SPENT LIKE $40000 ON THIS!" You walk way, giving death glares over your shoulder. "By the way you're gonna be late for y/ffc." Your dad hints, casually pushing you to the door. (THAT'S NOT CASUAL BUT OK) "what..? OH- OH CRAP YOU'RE RIGHT" You run out of the door, fearing that by the time you get there, there will be mud all over your fursuit.
