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Dissociate
Legacy Name: Dissociate


The Arid Tigrean
Owner: Swavh

Age: 9 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 29th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: September 29th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed




“Yo Noah! Did you see that?”

The sky is purples and oranges and deep raspberries. There is a navy cloud that looks kinda like a t-rex if you look at it one way, and maybe a wolf’s head if you look at it another way. A bird flies through the t-wolf’s mouth. It looks a little bit like a sparrow, but you’ve only seen those in video games and maybe it’s just a robin. Your gaze shifts slowly downward and the tops of tall evergreens are royal crowns scraping the sunset, reaching for more than they can touch. They want the heavens, and they’re trying their damnedest to get them.

“Noah!”

Slender crowns make way for robust figures and the trees are no longer trees, but perhaps moreso the gluttonous pinheads from school that make you feel like less than dirt, less than grass, less than dust. Your lips pull down into a frown, and then a grimace, and you know this because you’re watching yourself stand there, gazing at trees like they’re the gluttonous pinheads from school.

“Damn it, Noah, stop fantasizing about your girlfriend and get over here!”

A friend touches your shoulder, collapsing your daydream, forcing you back into your own skin where you should have been but never really wanted to be. You shake your head and look at him for a second before forcing the best smile you can and saying, “Sorry mate! Just a little tired is all. What did you want me to see, then?”

He takes you to the rest of the group. Everyone is looking at a hole in the ground like it’s some spectacular thing, Like some groundhog could no-way-in-hell dig that hole right there in the open field. You try to look amused, or like it’s the coolest shit in the world, but you’re not fooling anyone. Sam G. frowns at you and sighs like you’re less than dirt, less than grass, less than dust.

“What is it?” You dare to ask.

“Whatsit look like to you, Tree boy?” Sam G. spits.

“A simple hole in the ground, that’s all.”

Everyone laughs, and obviously you’re missing the joke, and damn is it hard not to drift away when everyone’s treating you like less than dust. You cross your arms over your chest and huff, puffing your chest out to maybe look a little bit bigger. They laugh a little less. “So why’s it so cool?”

Sam G. turns away from you completely because he doesn't like you one bit.

“Stick your foot in there and find out.”

Everyone agrees in unison. You get to the edge of it- it isn't that big around but you can't see the bottom of it and as you think about how it got there (assuming it wasn't groundhogs or maybe a fox) you begin to hope that maybe it's deep enough for you to disappear in and never see Sam G.’s stupid face again, or Adam N.’s or Jason V.’s or Ryan H.’s.

When you begin to extend your foot, you feel someone push hard into your back so that you lose your balance. You're surprised to find that the hole is big enough to swallow you up- definitely no groundhog- and you fall for a long long time before you start to cry because you realize that the one who pushed you was your best friend, or your former best friend, or perhaps your new enemy. You are less than dirt, less than grass, less than dust.

When you hit the water, you disappear.

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