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MY SKIN IS(N'T) MELTING

Summary:

Raddy thinks being transformed against his will so many times hasn't affected him mentally in any shape or form... until it feels like he's melding into anything he touches.

Notes:

Soo... latest ep had angst potential in my opinion.

Chapter 1: Bench.

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It hadn't even been a full day, so Raddy was obviously still physically really exhausted. He laid upon a park bench. Ah, that felt nice. He could feels his eyelids getting heavy, as he drifted closer to a much-deserved stage of sleep. He had both his hands resting on the back of his head, a nice little position to sleep with. So relaxing, just resting under the orange fading to yellow sunset after ANOTHER long day in SprunkiTown... It was comfy... Until it wasn't.

 

One of his hands.

He could feel it melting.

Melding.

Becoming one with the bench.

HE COULDN'T PEEL IT OFF-

HE COULDN'T-

GET OFF-

 

He let out a shriek of terror before leaping damn near 10 feet away from that thing, his short fur now spiked up and tails quivering violently. He slowly looked at his hand. ...It was... fine? He could've sworn it didn't look so normal before. He checked his other hand too. Nothing was wrong there either... His hands were simply perfect little red circles, as always. Fine, he could sleep on the grass instead. It was more soft than a stupid wooden bench anyway.