You came awake with a loud gasp. You lay there in bed, drenched in sweat, staring at the grey ceiling. Man, what an odd dream you had! Transformed into a fox, thrown into a parallel universe were everyone were anthropomorphic animals, and getting into trouble with the fuzz for being stark naked in a public park.
Dam, you really needed to quite drinking. It was giving you some odd nightmares. You yawned, reaching with your hand to scratch an itch on your head when you froze, noticing that there was something very wrong with your appendage.
Covered in orange fur, padded with dull claws, your hand was far from looking like a human's. Your heart began to race in your chest, and you threw away the covers, studying your body. Yup, you were still a fox, dressed in the same clothing you had stolen, minus the black hoody, which you couldn't locate anywhere, but that was the least of your problems.
"No, no, this isn't happening," you whispered in horror to yourself, "This isn't real!" But unfortunately it was.
Looking around, you saw that you were in a cell, which meant that they had probably taken you downtown, like the police officer had said. A window, covered with bars, provided you a glimpse of the outside world. Looking outside, you saw a bunch of police cars parked in the parking lot and a sign above the main entrance of the building that read "Zaftig City Police Department."
You were scared, feeling the odd sensation of your ears pressing flat against your head and your bushy tail going between your legs. To calm your nerves, you decided to wash your face in the sink that the cell had. After doing that, and watching the water drip off your wet fur, you heard boot striking the cement floor heavily, keys jingling and someone whistling a happy tune.
You turned your attention to the noise and beheld a obese rhino, swinging a pair of keys around his stubby finger, coming to your cell's door and unlocking it. He was dress in a ill-fitting police uniform, stretched across him like a second skin, the buttons on his blue shirt straining around his potbelly and exposing his ash colored skin.
"Come on, kid," he said in a friendly tone, opening the door, which screeched on its hinges, "We're gonna ask you a few questions."
What could you do? With no where to go and no one to depend on, you obediently and silently did as he said. With your eyes firmly fixed on your furry feet, you were escorted away by the corpulent officer, wishing that you were anywhere except here.
XxxX
"So, you're telling me that you don't know any relatives, where you live, or who you are?"
You nodded, saying, "Y-yes, ma'am."
Both officer Smug, the same grey dragoness that had apprehended you, and officer Claude, the rhino that had escorted you, gave each other a questioning look. The dragoness shook her head, reached over to a box that contained a few donuts, and popped one into her mouth.
While she chewed it, she spoke, sending crumbs flying into your direction. "Listen kid, I got a bullshit meter and right now it's telling me something ain't right here," she said, "So, I'm gonna ask you again, tell us the truth."
You sighed in frustration. This was the third time that you were going to tell this story and you were getting annoyed. "I'm telling you the truth!" you exclaimed, feeling tears coming to your eyes, "I woke up in the park, I was naked, I tried ducking for cover and that's how you caught me, ok. I don't know anyone, I don't know where I live, I don't know my dam own name. I don't know what's going on!"
"Alright, alright, calm down," said Smug.
She sighed, leaning back in the plastic chair, which creaked under her weight. The dragoness was obviously trying to figure out what to do with you.
It was then that Claude spoke. "Sounds to me like a bad case of amnesia," he said, shifting his weight.
"Sounds like it to me too," said Smug.
A long moment of awkward silence lapsed before you decided to break it. "So, what are you going to do now?" you ventured.
Officer Smug shrugged. "I guess we could perhaps try and help you," she said.
"You mean, you aren't going to give me jail time for streaking?" you asked.
Smug shook her head. "We could put you before a judge, but there's a good chance that they would pity you more than sentence you, so what's the point."
The dragoness leaned forward again to snatch another donut when she noticed you staring at the box. You were rather hungry, something you noticed after things had slowed down.
Smug sighed, reluctantly pushing the box to you, saying, "Here you go, kid."
"Thanks," you said, and you began to eat the remaining pastries.
While you did this, you asked, "So, what are you going to do to help me?"
"Well, we could book you in at a place for homeless people," officer Claude suggested.
"Or, if your uncomfortable with that," officer Smug said, "you can stay at my place."
You almost chocked in surprise. "Really?" you said.
Smug shrugged. "Sure, I'm looking for a roommate anyway," she said before leaning in and continuing in a intimidating voice, "That is if you behave yourself. So, what would it be?"
What did you decide?
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