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Ginger Bubbles
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>>862170
What? You've still got your legs. They're right here!
...and, as you examine yourself, you notice the stitches that indicate that they were sewn back onto your body. In multiple places. How'd that happen?
>>862172
You've got arms too, silly. They're mostly intact. Covered in bruises, though.
>>862169
You wrap the sheet around yourself in some semblance of modesty...
You wake up in the same old bed you've woken up in for the past year. You barely bother to put on some underwear as you begin your morning routine. Why bother? You're the only one here...
You recoil a bit as a memory arrives, unbidden. Apparently whatever amnesia you have may be temporary. Shaking your head, you step through the doors, which swing open easily. Your bare feet are cold against the floor beneath you, some sort of linoleum, apparently.
As you look around, you hear a voice from beyond you, slightly high-pitched. You whirl around, and a figure in an obscuring black robe and white mask sort of... waddles towards you, speaking a language you don't understand...
And then, as it keeps talking, it all becomes clearer and clearer. Your mind picking up on recurring syllables, the inflections, the tone, all of it arranges itself into a full picture in your mind.
You realize that, after five seconds of simply hearing this thing speak, you've essentially become fluent in its language.
"-EET! You're awake! How joyous! We'd sorta thought you'd be asleep forever, honestly, but here you are! Up and about and covering your weird, squishy body like we even remotely care."
You blink. This thing is very obviously not hostile. Or, at least, not openly so. And judging from its lack of outward anxiety, it's obviously either a resident here, or simply someone who knows they aren't in danger.
"Uh, Space NEET? Hello? You're kinda quiet. Everything alright?"
You should probably try and ask this... thing... a few questions. Or just make a break for it. You have no idea who this is, or what they're capable of. The choice is yours.
What do you do?
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