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Another week has passed, and, guess what? My situation’s worse! Now, instead of just being able to see and hear, I can feel, too! I don’t know what’s going on, but I have a bad feeling that if this continues, I might not be able to get back in my body, however the hell I do that. God, this sucks. I’m a fucking moose! And I still can’t kill that little bitch! Just wait, if I could move, I’d go Chucky(1) on her bitch-ass.
Oh, now I’m ranting, eh?
Well, I’m all alone right now. Sitting on Killy’s bed, neatly nestled between folds of his blanket. It’s warm and comfortable. See what I mean? This is so gay. Maybe, once I can move of talk (if that’ll happen) Killy could help me out.
…Or he’d think he was going insane and kill himself. Or worse -me!
I heard the door open and saw as Killy came in, long brown hair clinging to his face and neck, towel tied around his skinny waist. Free peepshow! Wooh!
Buddha(2), kill me now.
If I could, I would’ve closed my eyes instead of watching him drop his towel. But, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he decided to sleep naked, cuddling me to his stomach.
Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you - I can’t sleep! I don’t sleep! I’ve tried, but I don’t feel exhaustion anymore! I don’t know why, but it probably has something to do with the moose doll. It’s not living, see, so how can it use energy? Maybe My soul is taking energy from my comatose body? Oh, well.
Yeah. It’s about two hours in, and Killy’s fast asleep. I’m still snug against his warm, hard stomach, and damn does it feel good. I’m glad I can feel again, actually. It’s not any particularly pleasurable feelings, just the fact that it’s there, I’m aware.
…?! And right now, I’m aware that I feel something poking my back! Oh my god, he’s having wet dream?! With me here?! Goddamnit. This kind of sucks. Since now I want to fuck him. Hard and fast.
He finished off his problem in the shower, returning to his room. It was a Saturday, and he planned on lying in bed, naked, all day, and holding his moose.
Killy landed on the bed, pulling the moose into his arms once more. He was again snug beneath his blankets, curled up with the moose, reveling in the three smells that clung to it. His sister’s, his own, and a stranger’s.
He sighed, pulling the moose back and turning it around in his arms. He looked it straight in the eye, and sighed again. “What should we do today?” He asked in a near-whisper. He knew the moose wasn’t going to answer, but he never really talked to anybody. Getting something off his chest would be nice.
“You know, I don’t like talking to people.” He pulled the moose back to his chest, snuggling it under his chin. “No one’s interesting enough to catch my attention, and everyone at my school is either a jock, a cheerleader, or a dunderhead. I like silence, I like seclusion, I don’t like people.” He kissed the moose on the head.
“But I like you. You’re nice and quiet. I know you’ll never run away from me, and I can talk freely with you. You’re practically the perfect friend.” He rolled onto his back, holding the moose up again to look it in the eye. The black beads looked shinier for some odd reason.
“I keep dreaming about this guy,” he said, never taking his eyes off of the moose’s. “He’s really good looking, with brown hair and red streaks. He’s awesome at DDR, too. I didn’t know the human body could bend that limberly.” He blushed a bit, but never looked away. “I had a dream of him last night, as I had for the past week. But it was different. He was… Ah, in a bathtub. One filled with bubbles. And, for some strange reason, I smelled lavender.” Killy sighed, pulling the moose to his chest, and rolling onto his side.
“If only I could meet him. I’d never feel alone again…”
…The guy has a boner again!
Fucking Christ. I remember when I used to get those. I wish I still could. If I was in my body again, I’d probably be masturbating right now. Damn it, I need to get back. This sucks. And I want a chance with this guy!!!
And I want him, oh so badly.
Killy has turned me gay, in about a month’s time being with him. He’s talking to me more, ever since that morning when he said he was dreaming of that guy (me!!!), and he’s starting to tell me more about himself and his problems. He really loves his sister, truly and dearly, and he’d do anything for her, whereas he couldn’t give a shit about his parents. According to him, he raised the little bitch, and his parents are never around.
He even divulged that he’d had more dreams with me, sexually - as a human, not a moose you idiots! I kind of figured he was, since one night he masturbated, saying my name in a breathy moan as he came. He didn’t let me watch, shoving me beneath the bed while he did this, but I could hear everything, and I’m sure that my body still has a boner - if it could react, I mean.
(1) From the movies, Chucky the doll.
(2) He's one violent Buddhist
