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Red’s pov
Just three of us.
it’s always been just the three of us.
But when I woke up this morning there was a fourth bed. This is probably just
another lesson, but strangely there isn’t any music. Duck had already gotten up and was inspecting it.
yellow was in his bed still, snoring away. My brotherly love towards him did not extend to the point of not being bothered by that.
but it was normal, the only normal part of this day so far. Duck opened the chest sitting at the foot of the bed and pulled out an
article of clothing. A red hoodie. But far too small for me. Not that I exactly wore clothing- I was too fuzzy to need to.
plus I never had, that was the other ones things. Occasionally, depending on the lesson I’d wear a suit or my denim outfit
But that wasn’t every day attire. I sat up slowly, groaning at the cold that hit me once the covers had fallen off.
“You’re up early.” Duck remarked, still digging through the chest. “What’s that.” I asked, ignoring his comment.
“This?” Duck held up the hoodie with two “fingers” in slight disgust “yeah that.” I replied, slightly annoyed
“a strange piece of clothing I didn’t know we owned and must get rid of immediately.” He said, apparently
too refined to consider a hoodie acceptable. I snorted slightly “looks like it’s your size.” He looked at me
in shock, his beak agape. “You know I would never wear such a thing!” I mimicked rolling my eyes
inwardly laughing at the memory of him wearing a dress one of the previous days “oh I know, I know.”
“anyways” duck threw the hoodie back into the chest “might as well start breakfast since we’re all up.”
I looked over at yellow who had apparently woken up and had not said anything yet, just staring blankly at the
fourth bed. The bed was yellow, unlike the surrounding theme of red, green, and blue. It didn’t clash too badly
but it was off putting nonethelesss.
“might as well.” I said, standing up fully.
mutt’s pov
The bed was warm and somehow soft, the sun shining in the window made everything about me want to keep sleeping, wanting to hold
onto the dream that I had been drifting in. It wasn’t the most pleasant dream, but it was nice nonetheless. I had been on a canoe with a
strange figure who I couldn’t quite see the face of. He was tall, a lot taller than me, but that wasn’t saying much- and a faded red color.
All of him was that color. It didn’t cross my mind to think it strange, and I continued to sit in silence in the canoe with this stranger.
his presence was warm, unlike many other people who appeared to me in dreams before. Nothing threatening or alarming to make me want
to fight or even flee. He felt strangely like home. When he spoke his voice was gentle, but not emotive. Calming but not quite comforting.
he seemed worried and would frequently glance into the water and by the time I thought to look too I felt the boat begin to sink. The stranger
became more and more panicked but all I could feel was a sense of calm. Staring into the water I could see the reflection of a house.
it was a light pink and was slowly turning as though being wound up like a toy.
I looked at the red stranger in confusion but he was paddling frantically away from the house, which I saw approaching us on the shore,
as though we were being dragged back by a strong current. Red, as I called him, looked back at me, hopelessness in his eyes which I could
finally see, and stopped paddling. He said something, something I couldn’t quite remember. But the feeling of dread from the statement
stuck with me, raising my fur as I sat up in my bed.
my paws made little noise on the tiled floor as I made my way to the kitchen. I don’t know how I knew where I was going,
something was just telling me to follow the sound of voices. I turned the corner, wishing I had grabbed something warmer as a blast of
stale, cool, air hit me. My eyes adjusted once again to the light and as they did I felt a wave of shock run through my body.
there he was. The one from my dream. Red seemed to have a similar experience of surprise as he stopped what he was doing to stare at me.
”so you’re- you’re the new one,” a yellow humanoid person with blue overalls asked me. In my mind I designated him as “yellow”
Not knowing what to say I looked back at red to be met with a beak in my face. “Are you cause of all this mess?” The green duck asked,
gettinf far too close and personal for my liking. “Mess?” I asked, looking around at the organized chaos of the kitchen. Nothing seemed
out of order. Why would I know what “out of order” would look like anyways. “THIS!” The duck pointed at the table where four chairs sat.
not understanding I look back at him and notice the tall red creature standing close behind the duck one. His face was completely obscured by
yarn, something I didn’t remember from the dream. Not that I saw his face anyways. “There’s supposed to be three chairs!” The duck
squawked. “Yeah, who are you. Are you here to teach us something?” Red asked, looking me up and down as though expecting me
to burst into song and dance. “Oh no- I’m …” I glanced around the kitchen, suddenly at a loss for words. I couldn’t remember my name.
even thinking the word name felt foreign to me. “A dog!” The yellow one said, proud of himself. “Yeah-.” I said, unsure
now. The question “who are you” swirling in my head, making it hurt. I couldn’t remember anything. Nothing that gave me
something special, nothing that stood out. “I’m one of you.” I said, finally settling on an answer to the question.
the yellow one seemed satisfied with that answer, but the duck and red seemed confused. “There’s always been three of us.”
red said. His monotone voice not giving away any sense of questioning, it was simply a statement. “Just three of us.”
he looked at the duck and the two of them looked back at me. It was incredibly hard to read their expressions,
their plastic eyes rarely showing any sort of emotion, especially on the red one.
“It seems there’s four of us now.” Duck said, his mind changing within the instant of him and Red making eye contact.
Red looked at me harder now, and I felt myself begin to feel a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah. I guess there is.” He said quietly. His
gaze softening. The uncomfortableness wore off in a second, his approval making me feel that not so negative, not so positive feeling that
I had felt in the dream. a strange calmness.