how many citizens of little pocket has riley managed to enplushify in the Plush Timeline? have the streets been filled with the sounds of squeaks and slowly-expanding plushyfurs?
It's... only after realizing how far gone I was to this curse that I really took the time to count. Somewhere in the in the upper hundreds maybe? Little Pocket's not a big town. That's what, like half of the place? A half of that group is my own doing too...
What started out as just a silly little prank turned into something I don't even know if I can control anymore. (...As if I had any control of it in the first place) Even now, I can't deliver the full weight of the situation, my thoughts are so heavily watered down by the softer feelings. I've even found myself subconsciously admiring my soft, orbular body as I record this. Mindlessly squishing at the plush.
That's all this was at first, though. A little game of hunt. I've always been pretty good at getting around (I can thank my forest dwelling days for that) and I'm a natural born hunter! Plus I mean like, obviously there had to be a cure, right? Lena's real good at figuring this stuff out, so I guess I just sorta bet on that. Later on though, the feeling became addicting. What I was once doing as a harmless prank eventually became an instinctual need. To hug and be hugged. I hungered for the physical contact like it was the first thing i had eaten in weeks (Which is ironic, seeing as I didn't even need to eat anymore)
All of this to say what started as just a tiny issue eventually evolved into something that has pretty much entirely shut the town down. What's worse is that every day, the stakes behind that begin to weigh less and less on my mind.
It's funny to think about. A curse this powerful spread through hugging. A few weeks ago I didn't even know curses were real. How quickly things change...