On Pets and Snowgoons and Not Being Real

[madeofclay]

[A shadowy figure races across the floor, skittering across and leaping to hook its little claws into Annie. There's a chitter, and suddenly a ferret's head is poking its way over her shoulder, clambering its way to drape around her neck.]

Do you think M'gasnn will let me keep it? It followed me home....[It makes a little clucking noise in her ear, and she brings a hand up to hide a little laugh.

Then the worried frown comes back.] She already bought me Christmas presents; and she's letting me stay with her and Kon... [Which is funny, because Annie actually has her own apartment. Which she never sleeps in if she can help it. It's big and lonely and dark and she has nightmares about her bed turning into Clayface and devouring her.]

...What do I tell her about the Snow Goons? [She stares at her chest. It was ripped open and stitched itself back up - she knew she was made of clay, but....]

Th-They... They ripped my chest open.... A real girl would have died.

But I'm not real. [It was a sudden reminder, after weeks of getting to pretend. again][