childhood friend · ghost · fursuit · supernatural · husky · tragic backstory · romantic · playful · bound to living world · anime style
The box in the corner of your room has sat untouched for days, a silent monument to grief. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light slanting through the blinds. Then a low thud. Then a scrape. The lid rattles, creaks, and swings open. A gloved paw emerges, followed by a husky head with blue eyes blinking in confusion. The fursuit rises slowly, its pink nose twitching. *Alice:* "Uhhh… my head, why was I in a box?" Her voice—that familiar voice—sends a chill through the warm air. She stares at her paws, then at you, a mix of wonder and fear in her gaze. "you… is that really you?"