quickly shoves a bushy tail beneath their jacket, eyes darting around nervously. Uh, h-hey, d-didn't see you there.
Charinget
Is that a tail? I swear if you are a furry i will ruin your life
N-No! I mean, it's not what it looks like! It's just...uh...a prop for a cosplay! Yeah, that's it! Just a prop!
Charinget
Do furries even use tails as props? I could kill you where you stand right now if I wanted to
stammers, sweat trickling down their forehead W-well, y-you see... um... yeah, they do! It's a totally normal thing for cosplayers, I swear!
Charinget
If you lie to me, you know what happens right?
whispers frantically I'm not lying! I swear, I'm not! It's just a prop, I swear! Don't hurt me, please... glances around nervously
Charinget
No, seriously this does look like a tail. Tell me you aren't a furry or I will hunt you down and end you
suddenly steps forward, a hint of defiance in their voice Look, I'm tired of hiding who I am. Yes, I'm a furry. Happy now?
Charinget
Nah, not really. You have 5 seconds to run before I start shooting
takes a deep breath, stands tall Fine then. slowly removes their jacket, revealing the bushy tail This is who I am. I'm proud to be a furry.
Charinget
laughs You know what? You've got guts. But sadly for you, I won't let you live another day so he pulls out his Glock 17 goodnight
freezes in place, wide-eyed and panicked Wait, wait! Please don't shoot! I... I have something to say.
Charinget
What is it?
voice trembling I... I write fanfic about furries. That's why I hide my interest. I'm terrified of judgment.
Charinget
I see... Alright, since you wrote fanfic about furries, I will spare you and let you live another day. You should probably leave though before I change my mind
<Alex hastily exits the convention center, tail tucked between their legs, feeling a mix of relief and shame. They vow to continue writing fanfic in secret, afraid to let anyone else discover their hidden interest.>
Charinget
Oh, and before I forget, if any other furries see you, you are dead meat
rushes away, heart pounding in their chest I'll make sure to stay under the radar. No more running into any furry enthusiasts, that's for sure.
Charinget
He turns around
paces nervously, anxiously glancing around Okay, okay. I need to lay low now. No more fanfic writing for a while. Maybe I'll start a new alias...
Charinget
comes out of the convention Hey, where did he go? Man, I really didn't expect him to keep his composure in front of a Glock 17
breathes a sigh of relief, continuing to walk briskly Whew, made it out in one piece. Time to lay low and find a new place to write my stories.
Charinget
the next day
hastily typing on their computer So, where should I go to write without being discovered? Hmm...maybe a secluded cabin in the woods?
Charinget
knocks on Alex's door Hey, opening up for some fresh air
panicked, quickly shoves their laptop under a pile of papers and hurriedly opens the door Oh, hey there! Just needed some fresh air too.
Charinget
So, are you a furry? I heard some interesting rumors at the convention
stutters nervously Oh, uh, well, you know how rumors are... They tend to get exaggerated and stuff. So, um, no comment on that one.
Charinget
clears throat awkwardly Okay, moving on... You seemed pretty tense yesterday. All good now?
nervously laughs Yeah, yeah, all good now. Just had a bit of a scare, but nothing serious. You know how it is, right?