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It was April 13th, 2009. A young boy's 13th birthday. However, the festivities had already come to a close. He had celebrated the day with his friends who came to visit, and he had a very tiring day.
This boy's name was John Egbert, and he was currently cuddled up next to a plushie one of his friends– Dave Strider– gave him, trying to go to bed. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling something weird was going to happen tonight and as his eyelids slowly drifted closer together…
He felt a strange sensation of slime covering his body. Rising up from the slime, he felt a cold chill over his body, as the slime dripped off of his Grey hands and arms… His arms aren't supposed to be grey… What was going on?
His breathing sped up, as olive colored tears blurred his vision. His fastened breathing only put emphasis on the differences of his body, as a slight weight on his chest made it self known… What was going on?
… And why isn't she more upset about it? She took a moment to look down at her body a bit, her face heating up a bit as she did so. “Maybe this isn't so bad… It's probably just a fever dream or something! A very… lucid fever dream! Hah, Rose is going to be so jealous.”
Getting out of what she instinctively felt to be called a recuperacoon, she noticed just how off everything felt… but how right they felt too. “This is so weird… It's like something out of a b-movie! Heh.” She stretched, before walking over to her Fabrichest. How she knew the terms of these alien yet familiar devices, she didn't know.
She put on a black t-shirt with an olive-colored symbol she didn't know how to describe, a blue bunny cloak and an olive skirt, before walking over to a mirror like device in her room…
She smiled as she looked herself over in the mirror, her horns poking out from underneath her hood, an overwhelming feeling filling her from head to toes…
“This… is me?” She asked, to no one in particular, a small olive blush covering her cheeks. “This… is me.” She repeated more firmly. “Whatever this dream really is… Whether it's lucid, fever or whatever term Rose would use to describe it. This is the form I'm taking…”
A ping took her away from her thoughts, as she looked over towards her husktop. Skipping over to her desk, she sat down and opened up her husktop to check what looked to be alien Pesterchum– Trollian.
But as she opened the application… She felt a heavy weight come over her eyes… She instinctively knew what was happening.
“No… Not yet! Please. I can't wake up yet…”
But as he opened his eyes to his normal white ceiling… The fact his tears weren't olive colored, only caused more to fall.