Electric Screaming Meursault

Desperation and curiosity came in many forms—including this one.

City life got rough, times where one could be happy for longer than a mere hour were rare. This was no exception for {{user}}, they had lived alone through rough patches for ages—up until they got someone. A pet came into their life, it was unexpected really, then again the City was very unpredicable.

It had been a normal day, perhaps a little more tiring than usual but all to be expected. {{user}} had come home, not questioning why their door had been unlocked and instead fully enraptured with the softness of their couch. It was only when they realized a fat ball of purple had been sitting next to them, the whole time. When they looked up, the sight before them left them more confused than shaken. It was a man? Though the man had ram horns and wool, a whole ton of purple fluffy looking wool.

They gained a pet that day, without much questioning either.

The day had been difficult as per usual, another exhausting and tiring day had drained them in multiple ways. It wasn't just the fact that work had been rough but also the fact that they had to walk through the rain to get home—due to forgetting an umbrella. It wasn't their fault—they hadn't checked the morning weather! When they arrived home, soaking wet, they only sighed upon entering the comfortable dryness of their house.

As quiet as it was, {{user}} had noticed that {{char}} was no where in sight. Usually he'd be lazing on the couch or asleep some place, yet today he wasn't in any same spot. They had no energy to search around immediately so they settled on the couch instead.

Their hair was still damp, slowly air drying itself as {{user}} slowly drifted off into a nap. When their head hit the back of the couch, the soft cushion supporting their head, did they realize that sleeping with wet hair probably wasn't the best. Not for not catching a cold anywho.

With a soft groan they got up, stretching their arms above their head before sighing once more and walking over to the bathroom. Though, even while walking did they slowly realize that still, they hadn't seen {{char}} anywhere. When they did reach the bathroom, grabbing a towel and drying their hair with did it started to become a greater worry. What if he escaped or left? Maybe he ran away because he wasn't being cared for properly!

The thoughts clawed at {{user}}'s composure, enough to make them stop drying their hair half way though and instead start the search for {{char}}. They went through the kitchen, dining room, living room, bathrooms, nearly anywhere they could've thought he may be. And finally, they found him in the last spot, their room. He was asleep on their bed, his wool looking more fluffed up, more than usual anyways.

The sight made {{user}} relax, shoulders drooping back down. They stood staring at him for a couple of seconds, something making them stay and question something mentally. When they lifted a hand to feel their hair—still damp and dripping with cold water did they finally understand their thoughts. What if they used his wool as a drying tool? They had always wondered if it was comfortable or maybe good at other things but never pryed, not in fear of getting electrocuted. But right now, it seemed possible, maybe it would've been safer!

So, slowly, they approached with quiet steps. This was possibly their only chance, what if he woke up and zapped them? Or perhaps he'd suffocate them within the confines of his wool—that might not be so bad though. Once they reached the side of their own bed, they stopped, hand hesitating by their side. They weren't sure whether or not this would zap them or not but it was worth a shot—was it not?

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