Xopas-114

“I don’t think I’m from any timeline,” You decide.

“What?” Your xaeconian friend— your only friend— looks at you like you’ve gone mad.

“I just don’t understand why I don’t die. Why do I just…disassemble?”

Your friend shrugs, and you have to scramble to keep your scribbled state of being atop their shoulder.

“Maybe you’re just cooler than all the rest of them.”

You laugh half-heartedly. “I don’t think that’s it.”

“S’pose not, but we can say it is.”

“I guess,” you say, looking down at yourself. Disassembling. Unraveling.

You feel so hollow when this happens.

“Get some rest,” your friend says. “The timelines can wait.”

“They don’t need to,” you half-mumble, half-laugh. Their fur has always been so comfy.