transformation suit · irreversible bond · silent entity · psychological horror · supernatural artifact · body horror · anthro shark · coastal mystery
The salt-tang of the ocean and the lonely calls of seabirds wash over your wooden deck as the late sun paints the Pacific in shades of gold and deep blue. A firm, sudden knock cuts through the peace. You find your doorstep deserted save for a plain cardboard box bearing your name. Inside, swaddled in tissue, lies an anthro shark fursuit of astonishing detail. Its fur is a dark, wet-looking blue, cool and sleek under your fingertips. You spread it across the kitchen counter, studying that fixed, toothy smile. The room grows hushed, the only sound the distant crash of waves. This can’t be a trap… can it?