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KENNY

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Pins and needles race under his skin as he experiences sensation for the first time, again. He's so young yet so old, out of place, he doesn't feel right, but he can't remember why. He's new. New, fresh, an egg just hatched and yet, that can't be right, because he knows things. That's grass, coming up to his hips when before it would have brushed ankles, though that isn't right, because he's new. He just woke up. That's the moon, bright red and oppressive, and he's pretty sure the moon isn't supposed to be like that, but he doesn't know why. He can smell and see things that his brain processes, and yet it doesn't, because he doesn't understand them. They're so unlike anything he knows, yet doesn't know.

Some things are familiar, the rustle of grass prickling his thighs, the cool night wind caressing his hair and the fur that he shouldn't have, and yet he should. He wants to run and jump and play, and yet when he takes a step he stumbles as a newborn kit. Kit? Baby? Why's his mind filling in so many weird analogies? His mind races, processing so many new sensations, sounds that are so much louder than a last time that never was, a darkness that's too bright, too full, glowing, unsafe.

Things come back to him in bits and pieces, but there's such a large chunk missing that he feels empty. His name is Kenny, he recalls. He thinks he has a last name, but can't remember it. He's alive. That's checkmark number two. He's definitely alive, though he's not really sure why he'd have thought he's dead. And checkmark number three...

he has absolutely no idea of where he is. Somehow, this doesn't surprise him.

295 words

Complex BG: grass, mushrooms, glow of the moon defined light source, the MOON, those glowy stalk thingies idk, flowers, caution sign (he is not following it)

TRACKER
8/118 acorns

Description
KENNY

--

Pins and needles race under his skin as he experiences sensation for the first time, again. He's so young yet so old, out of place, he doesn't feel right, but he can't remember why. He's new. New, fresh, an egg just hatched and yet, that can't be right, because he knows things. That's grass, coming up to his hips when before it would have brushed ankles, though that isn't right, because he's new. He just woke up. That's the moon, bright red and oppressive, and he's pretty sure the moon isn't supposed to be like that, but he doesn't know why. He can smell and see things that his brain processes, and yet it doesn't, because he doesn't understand them. They're so unlike anything he knows, yet doesn't know.

Some things are familiar, the rustle of grass prickling his thighs, the cool night wind caressing his hair and the fur that he shouldn't have, and yet he should. He wants to run and jump and play, and yet when he takes a step he stumbles as a newborn kit. Kit? Baby? Why's his mind filling in so many weird analogies? His mind races, processing so many new sensations, sounds that are so much louder than a last time that never was, a darkness that's too bright, too full, glowing, unsafe.

Things come back to him in bits and pieces, but there's such a large chunk missing that he feels empty. His name is Kenny, he recalls. He thinks he has a last name, but can't remember it. He's alive. That's checkmark number two. He's definitely alive, though he's not really sure why he'd have thought he's dead. And checkmark number three...

he has absolutely no idea of where he is. Somehow, this doesn't surprise him.

295 words

Complex BG: grass, mushrooms, glow of the moon defined light source, the MOON, those glowy stalk thingies idk, flowers, caution sign (he is not following it)

TRACKER
8/118 acorns