A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I came back on the last Monday before Christmas. It was going to be a short week at work, but I was sure it would be as difficult as always around this time of the year. Countless people wanted to take time off, leaving the work in less experienced hands. I entered the library at the main large room, with my shimmering green clothing already on. Fyntn appeared from a portal at the top of the stairs as if to urge me to come up. When I did not, he walked through and arrived next to me at another portal. “Hey, Fyntn,” I said. “Think we have a chance today?” “Even if not today, are you going to stop trying?” “No, you’re right,” I said, nodding. “Doesn’t matter how long it takes. Even if I can’t get them back together until next year. I’ll try until I can bring them back.” Fyntn said nothing more, only created a portal into a darkness that opened up to the three beds crowded in the conjoined room upstairs. We stepped through as the back of one claw smoothed the air to patch the portal small...

…everyone. Fyntn was by my side, looking depressed with his ears sagging to the floor. His eyes churned with gold, which dripped down and splashed on the floor, solidifying in a splash of that bright yellow precious metal. Lila was standing with Kara, hands clasped together looking up to the missing ceiling. Above was a wriggling dark, only illuminated by the light the library gave. “Why did you come back?” Fyntn asked. “I tried to save you. I tried to get you back to your world. Why did you come back, Jack?” I held his hand, watching a gold tear fall onto my hand and scorch it as the gold solidified before I could pry it off. The heat seared off the top layers of skin already, pulling like strings that would hurt in reality. I was only glad I could not feel this pain. “You didn’t answer my question,” I said, and shrugged with a smile. “That was stupid,” he said, but his mouth formed a subtle smile in response. “Tarne is—“ “Somewhere in there, right?” I asked, pointing to the wriggling...

Fiona was still around, but rather than meet with her I brought out some pictures I took of her glorious nudity on my archaic smartphone . I felt the imitated penis harden, but after a few minutes of pumping and stroking, I was getting nowhere. If I was no longer human why would Doc make such a detailed human body for me? “Can’t get off to my naked pics?” Fiona asked from behind me. I turned to her before realizing that she was naked. She guided my erection into herself without another word. “Bite my skin open, and I’ll bite yours, then we suck to get off. It’s like a forced release.” Her teeth broke my skin as pleasure flooded my system. In a way, this felt like sex, but was nowhere close. I missed the sweat, dirt, her scent, and all the things a human enjoyed being exposed to. When we were done, I pulled out the useless piece of flesh from within her human skin. She still had the same smell, but it didn’t impact my nose or brain the same. I ventured below to taste-test the candy gel...