[Author's Note: I messed up the previous title a little bit, which is why it's changed now. Sorry about that! Please enjoy this chapter. Oh, and be warned that there's a bit of psychological horror in this one.]










































Your feathers have been s-silent longer than before.

That's okay. It gives us more time t-to admire them.


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Y-You know, I've been thinking.


We should g-give you a name!








Your feathers h-haven't yet answered my question about who you are, but we still need something to call you, right?





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I don't, um, have the imagination for this anymore...






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Maybe...


We should l-let your feathers decide.




I mean, they're yours, right?








You b-brought them here, I think...









How does that sound?



















...yes? Okay, cool!












...oh, I think they're talking now.

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Ah, well...


I th-think I liked hearing stories, drawing, and playing on the s-streets with...



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My... s-siblings.

S̶t̶a̶y̶ ̶W̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶M̶e̶ | 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲Where stories live. Discover now