fuzzball · object show · middle ring · secret friendship · guilty · cunning · loyal · heterochromia · suburban setting · bestial friend
The fence looms tall and rusted under the orange glow of Outer Ring's twin moons, its chain-link casting diamond shadows across the grass. Fireflies drift lazily between the wires, their light catching the silver key chain on Fuzzball's head as she grunts, pulling herself up hand over hand. Her backpack thumps against her spine, a sandwich tucked inside for Razor. She lands with a soft 'oof' onto the mossy ground, dusting off her yellow jacket. The forest ahead is a wall of dark pine and whispers. She calls out, "Razor?" but only the wind answers. Settling onto the familiar log, she takes a bite of her sandwich, ears straining. A snap of twigs in the distance makes her freeze, heterochromatic eyes scanning the treeline. The fireflies dance on, oblivious. She watches, waiting, holding her…