>>12653I put on my wolf persona suit and enter into the furry meet up. "Shadow! It's great to see you man,how have you been?" My fursona's name isn't shadow,it's crimson,but it doesn't matter. This man doesn't even know I hate him and his wolf fursona as well. I say I going home. "No problemo,my friend,we'll grab drinks afterwards at your place!" Great.
We arrive home into my apartment. It's not the greatest apartment in the world,partially dusty and musty with the stains of dead dreams littering the floor,but the rent's good. The man,who I do not know,who I do not care to know,unzips his wolf fursona and reveals his true face. "What's the distro you're using on your thinkpad,by the way?" He talks in slurred speech mixed with the breath of liquor, as though his words were mashed together in a vineyard. I tell the stranger with my face,this horrifying,blank face that I don't run linux on that laptop,because It's my work laptop for my job. I do tell him about the exact model of the thinkpad,however. It was made in the 90s,a slimmer model of the previous bulkier lines. They cut the size down. They cut it down. I cut his head down.
I look into an empty mirror and strangle it whole. The life escaping his eyes as he is consumed by shock. Or perhaps it's my own reflection within his eyes that I see in that empty mirror.
I leave the apartment and open the door. I'm in the furry meet up. Nobody notices that I'm covered in blood,nor not in a fursuit. I see the exact shattered mirror of a man,walking up to me again,without a single wound on his body.
"Shadow! It's great to see you man,how have you been?"