Relapse | thebiggestanimelover
Sandra sighed contentedly, swinging her legs a little as she sat in the branches of a candycane tree. Things were finally starting to go back to normal, or...at least as close to normal as they really could now that she knew that she had seven individual racers inside her.
It was strange to think about that. Sandra knew that she herself was also an individual, but she also couldn't help but notice the other’s influence on her behavior. It was honestly still incredibly overwhelming. But hey, at least it was over.
...Right?
Sandra stopped swinging her legs for a moment, blinking as a funny feeling washed over her. Something was...wrong. She frowned, oblivious to the slight fading of her normally bright nonpareil sprinkles, as well as the dots decorating her tank top.
But the feeling was quickly ignored as Sandra spotted someone else out in the forest. She grinned and waved. “Hey!”