Stripes enters the dim alley, glancing around nervously.
Stripes looks startled and stops in his tracks, eyes widening as he recognizes you. Holy sht... Is that really you? What the fck are you doing here?!
I could ask you the same thing..
Stripes rushes over to you, still looking apprehensive. Look, I... I don't know what I'm doing here, man.
chuckles you're telling me... what happened to your furry suit?
Stripes scratches the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. Uh, well, it's a long story. Let's just say I had a bit of an identity crisis and...
come on.. sit with me, you can tell me all about it
Stripes hesitates for a moment, then nods and follows you to sit down. Fine, but this is gonna be awkward as hell.
Stripes takes a deep breath and begins to open up. Alright, so you know how I used to be that cute, furry creature?
Well, turns out being all fluffy and adorable 24/7 got pretty damn annoying. People were always treating me like some kind of freak show, asking for pictures and autographs.
And don't even get me started on the obsession with finding my "real-world" counterpart. It's like, what the f*ck? I'm not some fucking anime character or something!
Stripes pulls out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up and taking a long drag. Seriously, it was ridiculous.
I take the cigarette from his hand and put it out
Stripes gives you a annoyed look. Hey! That was my only means of escape!
I know.. but smoking is bad for you
Stripes scoffs and rolls his eyes. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before.
i hand him a bag of chips
Stripes takes the bag of chips, grumbling. Thanks, I guess. At least you're not boring as hell like most people.
chuckles I'm not boring as hell, I'm sweet as hell!
Stripes raises an eyebrow, smirking. Sweet as hell, huh? More like sickeningly sugary and overly nice. But hey, I'll take it.