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Everything was fuzzy… I shook and tugged as my jacket was pulled over my head. As it was pulled off, the force of me pulling back sent me falling onto my back. My eyes just remained shut as I lay there. Tears flowed from my eyes, and my body continued to ache all over.

“You’re a fox,” I heard. It was that voice again. Whose voice was it? As the pain and changes continued to roll over me I heard that voice more. It seemed to grow stronger as I progressed in my changes. It seemed to be a voice that I heard in my head… It seemed to be coming from me… “You’re a fox,” it repeated. The voice raged in my head with that phrase over and over again with greater intensity with each repeat.

Slowly I flipped around to my side and eventually back onto my feet. I managed to feel part of the fur on my belly. It was so soft and furry. It was a quick and pleasant relief as short as it was. I felt myself utter out a few words, but nothing much. I might have opened my eyes at some point, but even my vision seemed to be blurred. I was quickly reminded of the pain and ache this change was bringing about.

My head and heart started to hurt again. Those thoughts from earlier came back. I thought about Arctic. He was my friend… I tried to think of him, tried to cling onto that memory. If it were true that I could lose myself I had to hold on. This was all for him… I wanted to help him. I felt helpless and unable to help him with his situation. He was my friend, and all I wanted was for him to be happy and to smile. The more I thought about it, the more the doubts came. Did I even help him before? What made me think that I ever did anything to help him? What made me even think that I mattered to him? Maybe he didn’t need me… Maybe he never did… The temptation to give in came creeping in my mind.

The voice continued to ring in my head amongst all the doubts. In just a little bit I would be a fox. I felt myself accept that fact. I felt the tears continue to flow from my eyes and down my face. “I-I’m a f-fox,” I said. I accepted that. I felt myself accepting all of this…

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Comic for and in honor of and based off of a dream I had.

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Everything was fuzzy… I shook and tugged as my jacket was pulled over my head. As it was pulled off, the force of me pulling back sent me falling onto my back. My eyes just remained shut as I lay there. Tears flowed from my eyes, and my body continued to ache all over.

“You’re a fox,” I heard. It was that voice again. Whose voice was it? As the pain and changes continued to roll over me I heard that voice more. It seemed to grow stronger as I progressed in my changes. It seemed to be a voice that I heard in my head… It seemed to be coming from me… “You’re a fox,” it repeated. The voice raged in my head with that phrase over and over again with greater intensity with each repeat.

Slowly I flipped around to my side and eventually back onto my feet. I managed to feel part of the fur on my belly. It was so soft and furry. It was a quick and pleasant relief as short as it was. I felt myself utter out a few words, but nothing much. I might have opened my eyes at some point, but even my vision seemed to be blurred. I was quickly reminded of the pain and ache this change was bringing about.

My head and heart started to hurt again. Those thoughts from earlier came back. I thought about Arctic. He was my friend… I tried to think of him, tried to cling onto that memory. If it were true that I could lose myself I had to hold on. This was all for him… I wanted to help him. I felt helpless and unable to help him with his situation. He was my friend, and all I wanted was for him to be happy and to smile. The more I thought about it, the more the doubts came. Did I even help him before? What made me think that I ever did anything to help him? What made me even think that I mattered to him? Maybe he didn’t need me… Maybe he never did… The temptation to give in came creeping in my mind.

The voice continued to ring in my head amongst all the doubts. In just a little bit I would be a fox. I felt myself accept that fact. I felt the tears continue to flow from my eyes and down my face. “I-I’m a f-fox,” I said. I accepted that. I felt myself accepting all of this…

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Comic for and in honor of and based off of a dream I had.