The Piñata Suprise

The consideration.

Should I go to the police to report myself? They might get me back to normal. Or they might shoot me. Other piñatas saw this, and will come in with more data. I shouldn't come in, as they'll think me the murderer. But they could turn me back to normal! But then again, I'd starve. No children to... murder. Still getting used to that concept. My joints feel a little more flexible, and my limbs feel like they're starting to develop a second joint. My head now slightly wobbles up and down when I move it. My fur is even more thick, even more soft. My knees buckle, as they can now do, and I fall. Note to self, I have no kneecaps. I feel a slight split in my foot. It's a little less padded. More hard. My lower side feels slightly softer. Not soft, just softer. My back is harder. I walk forwards, less of a bounce now. I head to the front porch, to consider. I shan't go to the police, I would then be starved by them. A child walks by, and looks at me. They walk over to me. My lips unfold, giving out a small piece of candy, which the child catches. They find it odd, but consume it. I drag them inside, as they freeze up. They bend over, once again, becoming more frail, and their skin like rock, with tufts of confetti jutting out. This time, it's only one color: white. Their arms fatten into legs, and their legs sprout the fur, their knees disappearing. Their feet shrivel into black hooves. Cushioned, still. Their hands ball into fists, then merge fingers, once again becoming hooves. Their eyes widen, their lips shutting. Their eyes become large, black strips of fur, not fabric. Incorporated into them. Their fur is white, except for their hooves and their eyes, which are black. Their arms are light, and so are their legs. I shall name them "Blank", for their blank appearance. Welcome to the crew. They appear mute, as well. Welcome.