Without really thinking about it; your still groggy from your sleep, you reach out and poke his side. It just feels like something that needs doing, to you at least. 'Haha-hey!' He sais, nimbly leaping out of arm's reach. "Cut that out, you know I hate being tickled!"
"Uh, no, I don't. I don't have a clue who you are, or how I got here. Can you tell me more?" Glenn's face sags at this. "Y-you mean you don't remeber anything? Bing's Tickle Mansion, you freeing me, our escape attempt and recapture, our final busting out, and then our meeting the oxis and coming here?" You shake your head. "Oh-man.
That's not good. Here, I'll go get the village doctor in a few moments. I'll be back in a few minutes.' He turns to leave, and you notice something strapped to his belt. 'Hey, Glenn, what are those?" "What, these?", he pats one of the two holstered metallic objects fondly. "Automatic hand-crossbows. Built them myself. The times these babies have seen me to the other side of... Well, don't let anyone tell you there's a limit to how many rounds you can get off with clockwork. ...Or how frustrated you can be when you need to replace every little spring in the device." He grins, and walks out of the hut.
He's barely gone though, when you sit up, and suddenly feel nausious.The room spins, it feels like you're on fire, and the floor jumps up and hits you in the head. Lying on the hard-packed dirt floor, aching all over, watching the ceiling twirl, you feel like your dying.
The feeling passes as quickly as it came, though, and you stumble over to a basin of water set against the wall. Your jaw drops in shock. You used to be a human, then a blue and white veemon, but now you're a frickin' furry!
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