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Hachiware, Chiikawa, and Usagi were walking along the forest with picnic supplies in hand. 

Usagi had the plaid blanket, Hachiware the basket of food and goodies, and Chiikawa wasn't contributing much but humming along with the others.

"I found the pretty spot!" Hachiware declares. Usagi and Chiikawa squeak and make little noises behind him, excited. 

All though Usagi can probably only think about food like the big-back (fucking fattass) they are, Hachiware keeps that too themself.

Usagi sets the blanket down and Chiikawa watches from the side. When Hachiware sets the basket down, the two others sit on the blanket and enjoy the fresh wind and sun.

Hachiware takes out the food from the basket. This includes things like an apple pie, pancakes, and their precious Cheesecake.

"I made this all by myself!" They explain, holding the piece up. Chiikawa is dandily ignoring everything as they savor a piece of apple pie and Usagi is already gnawing on the fluffy pancake. Chiikawa makes a delighted noise while Usagi somehow manages to finish the pancake less than twenty six point four seconds. Then they go after the slice of Apple pie Chiikawa has not yet finished.

"Usagi slow down-" Hachiware tries to warn. They know Usagi is always hungry as fuck but Jesus Christ. Chiikawa frowns.

Not even Hachiware's precious cheesecake can be saved.

"NO STOP!!!!" Hachiware gaps as Usagi eats all of their cheesecake (that was their favorite mind you) after downing the apple pie. There's a mess of sticky frosting everywhere. For some reason even after it all Usagi's tummy grumbles. Hachiware and Chiikawa watch in horror as they eat the basket too despite there being no food. 

"YOU FATTASS!!!!!!!" Chiikawa says words which is rare. This stops Usagi in their tracks.

Usagi has the AUDACITY to look guilty, making a sad squeak.

Silence.

Hachiware has had ENOUGH of Usagi's gluttony and hunger. "Your greed sickens me."

Usagi starts beeping, a red light flashing in the middle of their chest like a ticking time bomb. Usagi seems unaware at first, they give a stupid look when Chiikawa and Hachiware stare at them with horror

"Uhhh guys, what's going on...?" Chiikawa speaks again. Hachiware's heart drops.

Usagi fucking explodes like a time bomb. They don't even realize it until it's too late.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!" Hachiware screams. Chiikawa looks traumatized as a mess of yellow fuzz is all that's left on the picnic basket. There's no blood, no gore. Just fuzz.

Chiikawa starts eating the fuzz of Usagi.

The end?

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Hacchiware and Chiikawa had finished setting the machine up. After months of engineering and with the help of Rakko who was smart in… science things… They had set the machine up.

They were going to revive Usagi.

It appears after the incident six months ago that Rakko found Usagi’s body. They refuse to tell Hachiware and Chiikawa how and where, which is strange.

Also, didn’t Chiikawa cannibalize the body of Usagi? Hachiware remembers it vividly. The sight of blood on their palms, chin, and mouth, tugging at the skin. Now lies Usagi’s dead, cold body and eyes still shocked wide. 

They both just want Usagi back. 

Rakko drags the body of Usagi up to the machine, large mechanical colors of steel and wires everywhere. Rakko places their body inside a metal cage wrapping around their waist.

“I will shock them and they should come back.” Rakko says, determination etched onto their face. “We can only hope.”


Hachiware hopes months of helping Rakko that their hard work pays off. 

Rakko presses a white button. Chiikawa stares into the deep dark abyss with horror in their eyes as white and blue streaks of lightning zap throughout Usagi’s cream-yellow body. 

They wait.

“Did it work…?” Chiikawa squeaks, hesitant and small.

The room’s lights flicker, turning off for a few seconds and on.

Surprisingly Usagi’s eyes blink – and they look around. “What happened? I think I just had the best rest of my life.”

Woah. Okay.

One, Usagi has never spoken or uttered in their life. Second, why does Usagi sound like a sophisticated gentleman?

Something is wrong and off about this.

“Do you not remember?” Hachiware asks, worriedly.

“Mmmmmm, no. All I know is that I request a morsel of food to satiate my being.”

Okay, maybe this is the normal Usagi, just… they speak now.

Rakko stands on the side ominously. “With advancing technologies I have put together a machine that revived your being with the help of Chiikawa and Hachiware.” 

“Do you remember us?” Hachiware asks.

“I am afraid I do not.” Usagi does not look bothered by this at all. Chiikawa is staring into the dark abyss still, are they okay? Hachiware wants to ask them but Rakko interrupts.

“I was afraid this would happen.”


“You knew this would happen all along?” Hachiware says.

Rakko is quiet. 

“Let’s just take you back home.” Hachiware walks over to tug on Usagi’s arm gently. “You might not remember us but I’m Hachiware, and that thing over there is Chiikawa. We are your friends!”

“Alright then.” Usagi nods along. “Shall we grab a bite, then? I’m still quite hungry.”

Fattass. At least Usagi is normal… enough…

“Sure. There’s a bakery in town. Since you don’t remember much we’ll show you around town. Come on, Chiikawa!” 

Chiikawa finally looks at them. They look normal now, not as perturbed as earlier. 

They all sort of just leave Rakko, no thanks or goodbyes.

Chiikawa does not notice the small metal bit that was attached inside of their wrist. Everything is fine and dandy. Probably. 

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August 7th, 1971

I remember the body, I found it one night. I don't even remember how, it looked more like the... disfigured body of a stuff animal. Really disfigured. Yellow, like a rabbit, maybe? I saw the long ears. The rest of it was chewed off, bits and pieces and such things. Not stuffing, though, which suggested what I found wasn't a stuffed animal. What could it have been?. Well, one of my coworkers saw me near the body. I was convicted of a murder I did not do, now I am sitting here in prison, old paper and a pen...running out of ink clutched in my hands. I've lost everything, but they won't listen to me!' What do I do? I want out. Let me out. In court I fought so hard but they still placed me behind the metal bars, leaving me to go insane. Sometime I still hear the voices.

I looked around. All I see is dull, cold colors. Their face...it's etched in my brain like a imprint, I can't escape it.

Well, if I don't find a way out sooner, it will be a long nine years.

September 14th, 1980

I think they replaced the body. I've been released from prison, but everyone I have ever known and loved thinks I am crazy. I didn't do it! I didn't do it. They won't listen. Holy shit. Anyway today...today I went to the grave where they were buried, instead what I found when I shoveled up the dirt was just nothingness, but no! Before I swore I saw the body, I had visited the grave nine years ago. There was no evidence the body was stolen.

I could never forget it.

How could a body just move? Maybe they were moved by natural means. Whatever that may be. Maybe the body is decomposed. But fuck, my gut is telling me something happened.

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Summer is the warmest time of the year. It is the year when flowers are in full bloom and the dandelions dance in the wind as they spread, the days are longer and more fullfilling, the grass is greener and in the distance, I could hear the laughter of children having fun. These are saccharin memories to be held close to me and be told in the forms of stories as I grow older and more brittle. 

However, time is finite and slips through my fingers like sand, leaving only few pieces of the past to be spliced together. The truth is: Memories like this are cherry-picked from the brain to make them appear more vivid and gleeful than they ever really were. It is important to remember these things as one looks back on them, and to not get lost in the past when the future is a long road ahead.

Or, is it? Because every moment I've spent thinking about this is the future. Every moment you spend reading this down to the nanoseconds you are the youngest you will ever be, and it is the future. You will loose track of time and before you know it, it will be the warm months of summer again. You will eventually grow older and die. It seems like a long time but remember how much time has passed since developing in your mothers womb, in just a few years I will look back on these thoughts and realize just that. Isn't that fucking terrifying? Every moment you spend is wasted or not depending on how you view it.

And, still...

I remember it all like it was yesterday. Could someone take me back? I want to experience the summers like I did when I was younger. Every fiber of my being felt more joyus and alive across a saturated world full of color and vibrancy highlighted by the shadows created from the sun. Isn't the sun a funny thing? It's the largest star in out solar system, miles and miles away from this blue, ocean-filled ball we call Earth. The sun is the light and the way to literally everything to have ever existed. Without the sun there would be forever gloom and darkness. Of course, rain is important to us all. But the sun? It never left, however as the days grow colder, nights shorter, leaves dull until turning colors and hues of red and yellow before inevitable fall off, I am painfully reminded of what was just a few months ago. The sun will never leave, it will always be there burning like glowing star and hidden by the clouds that blanketed the sky today is a blue atmosphere and a perfect glowing sun. It never left, but each day I feel sadder and sadder as the days pass and the summer leaves us all behind.

Or years, really. Because I don't think I've ever had a truly good summer since a few years ago, even if the fragmented memories are woven and stitched together flimsily to be better than it ever was. Why should one be bound by this thought, though? What is wrong with the sweet nostalgia? Maybe it's true all of the memories held close to make are bloated to sweet saccharin fakeness like artifical sugar they put in those fucking Nesquick milk powders (hyper-specific, but I hate the strawberry flavor with a burning passion). 

I want to wake up at six in the morning to the sun blasting through my windows.

I want to feel the warmth and radiance of the sun again.

Okay. On paper this doesn't sound like much, but it's less about how many memories there really were to note and ore the vibe.

I want it to just be me and my friends again, I want to be truly happy again. Except, I never was in the first place, probably. There's this sort of sweet and innocence in chldhood you will never get back, like those sweet summer memories. Do you remember? Young, ashamed, and foolish you lost and just fallen? I want to experience my fragmented childhood memories again.

Maybe you get the point by now, maybe you do not. I don't even think there is a point to this.

But...

At the end of the day, we are all just brains connected to a spinal cord and some eyes for visual input. Does that not terrify you? It does me. Is your body really yours, or is it just your brain that you own? Or, do you not own your brain at all, because you are your brain? You are nothing at the end of the day. We are all nothing, so maybe you should make every moment last while you still can. That's also why I can't understand hate and crime in the world because we all have 2 things in common: (1), we one the race against our sperm cells (for some, this may be unfortunate. If you think like this I encourage you to try to embrace the beauty of life or something. I don't know.) and (2), we are composed of organs and most importantly: a brain, a spinal cord, and eyes. We are all the same on the inside, so why hate? But, maybe the boundless freedom humans have created for themselves is what's caused all this courruption, murder, greed, among many things. In fact I think that's it. But... those two reasons should remind you, we are all the same inside.

Does this even make sense? What counts as a sense of self? The body, the mind, both? I think it is less of a matter of set values in the universe as a basis and more so the memories and experience one lives through to make them, well, them. This is why people are interesting, even the bad ones, because what happened to make them like that? Can we live more than once? Assuming you don't believe in an all-knowing god, we are just a product of evolution over billions and billions of years. But what defines death? Matter cannot be created nor destroyed so do we become someone else? Something else? There can't be any universal law that states we only live one, right?

Think of what is out there. There are stars and qauntillions of them so as planets. You are nothing on this Earth in compared to the grand vastness of literally everything to have ever existed.

You will die and eventually, we will all die one day, and this terrifies me to the death. This is why I want to hold on to all of the memories I can, one day, I won't be here. Hopefully age will take me out and I can have traces of me left. Art is important because of this reason, like right now. This is an art form. Everything to have ever been seen by the human eye is an art form.

I want to feel the sweet summer days again, and I know I will eventually until the day that I die. Case fucking closed.

Chiikawa stands still. They, Hachiware and Usagi are just strutting around in one of the cartoonish forests of this land. This is a lot of what they do. Chiikawa might not speak much, but this is what goes on in their head. There are a lot of things in life to be happy for now like their friends. Food. Sleep. Music. Countless little things that structure the bounds of an individual's daily life and enoyment.

They don't realize they abruptly stop as Hachiware and Usagi continue on, until Hachiware turns their head around. "What's up?"

Chiikawa smiles and shrugs their shoulders, bouncing right back on track with the two. Usagi is alive, just...different, and Hachiware is just like the always are, sweet, kind. Friends. These are what friends are for, and the social connection is truly healing.

Perhaps at the end of the day despite all of the questions that will never be answered, the present is what matters the most.

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Usagi still isn't normal even though the year is 2081. Well, they sort of forgot what normal was after it being 52 years. By the way, the creatures in this world don't age, so they're all just stuck in eternal purgatory. Maybe it's a metaphor for how we are all stuck in our own purgatory slaving away behind work just to live.

Anyway. The 'creatures' live in our human world too (beings like our trio Chiikawa, Hachiware, and Usagi). Because of this widespread populations exist in the same seven continents and their country's. 


"Europe isn't real." Hachiware states.


"What?" Chiikawa asks. They are all at a picnic table today. I couldn't come up with a better scene.

"Europe isn't real. The Europeans are not real."


"Where did you get that from?"


Hachiware shrugs. "I heard it on the news."


"Oh."


"Ermmmmmmmm, ackshually." Usagi shows up. "I beg to differ. Europe is a continent^[t] located entirely in the Northern Hemisphere and mostly in the Eastern Hemisphere. It is bordered by the Arctic Ocean to the north, the Atlantic Ocean to the west, the Mediterranean Sea to the south, and Asia to the east. Europe shares the landmass of Eurasia with Asia, and of Afro-Eurasia with both Africa and Asia.^[9][10] Europe is commonly considered to be separated from Asia by the watershed of the Ural Mountains, the Ural River, the Caspian Sea, the Greater Caucasus, the Black Sea, and the Turkish straits.^[11]

Europe covers approx. 10,186,000 square kilometres (3,933,000 sq mi), or 2% of Earth's surface (6.8% of Earth's land area), making it the second-smallest continent (using the seven-continent model). Politically, Europe is divided into about fifty sovereign states, of which Russia is the largest and most populous, spanning 39% of the continent and comprising 15% of its population. Europe had a total population of about 745 million (about 10% of the world population) in 2021; the third-largest after Asia and Africa.^[1][2] The European climate is affected by warm Atlantic currents, such as the Gulf Stream, which produce a temperate climate, tempering winters and summers, on much of the continent. Further from the sea, seasonal differences are more noticeable producing more continental climates.

The culture of Europe consists of a range of national and regional cultures, which form the central roots of the wider Western civilisation (spelling error on wikipedia?????) and together commonly reference ancient Greece and a--"

"It's still not real." Hachiware interrupts them. 

"Chiikawa, get me a map." Usagi instructs in a heavy Briitanish accent. Chiikawa fetches one from...somewhere. It shows all seven continents of Earth. Including- "Europe. Right there."


Hachiware furrows their brows (do they have brows? I forgot). "I still can't believe it."


"Can you not read?"


"Of course I can!" Why the fuck are they arguing about something so stupid.


Chiikawa stands there, listening to them argue. "Why don't we go to Europe to prove it to them?" They propose, and Usagi's eyes sparkle. "Yeah! Good idea."


"Wait, since when were you on their side Chiikawa????" Hachiware is gobsmacked.

They were serious. Usagi builds a boat from palm tree scraps to sail the seven seas of Earth, strong enough to hold their bodies of dense bone and fur. Hachiware, the entire time, didn't help at all. They were too upset that they are going to be proven wrong. Ugh. The other two at least spend several days on said boat, and pack food they might need for the trip. Maybe they could have gotten on an airplane but that's like, totally an overated human thing.

"Let's go!" Usagi calls out. They are bringing tea with them on the boat. Hachiware still sulks with their ears down, looking upset as can be. Chiikawa gets on with ease. "Good boy." Usagi says to them. Chiikawa blushes. 

Reluctantly Hachiware gets on the boat. "I'm surprised your weight hasn't broke the boat-" Usagi gasps because hello????? the slander????????!! 

"Let's just get going." Usagi ignores Hachiware's rude ass. "It will take us seven days to get there starting now. We all have enough food for this trip, so hang tight. You will se a lot of water."


"No shit???" Hachiware says.

Halfway trough the trip on the fourth day, Chiikawa throws themself overboard. Maybe they were tired of hearing the other two argue. "I mean, if England was real why would it take so long to get there? Hello? USAGI!" Usagi threw themself overboard to swim after Chiikawa. Hachiware is now sailing the sea alone. Or, more like the boat was sailing itself. "COME BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!"

Is Hachiware all alone? You know what, they probably deserved this. 

Oh, never mind. Distantly Hachiware can see Usagi paddling back with a traumatized Chiikawa. They get on the boat again like nothing happened. 

"Why did you jump off???" Hachiware cradle's Chiikawa's sopping body. 

"You guys are idiots."

"Whatever."


Usagi tirelessly steers the boat across the sea. Fi