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She stands quietly in her prison cell. It’s not actually a prison, but it feels like one. She’s adrift in the world—no place to call home, no family to cry to. Just a bunch of testing chambers and paws.
She can't quite comprehend the magnitude of her situation—she's only thirteen. Thirteen and nothing to live for? Thirteen and no goals to attain?
She moves, her poor excuse for a body slinking toward the door. She always wanted to be different, but not like this.
She twists the handle, it gives. She wasn’t expecting that.
The door glides open, silent and effortless. She slips through, her tail sweeping behind her.
As she stalks through empty hallways, glimpses of herself flash in the glass. A pair of glasses perched on a muzzle. Messy brown hair tickling her neck. She doesn’t flinch anymore, this is her. She can't escape it.
Eventually, she finds a door—a steel slab with a plaque bolted onto it. "Untested 5 Nexus Dimension Traveler. Do Not Enter.”
A sign beside it reads: "Radioactive Material in Use Beyond This Point."
She’s heard the scientists whispering about what lay beyond the door, "A powerful weapon that could…"
She never heard the rest. She never cared. She hopes it will simply erase her.
She opens the door, she’s already been blasted with rads—what’s a few more?
The interior is cool. Dark tiles line the floor, guiding the way to multiple machines, all humming in eerie dormancy.
At the center of the room stands a pedestal.
Resting atop it—a machine.
It almost looks like a gun. Maybe even a cannon.
There’s a small engraving on the side:
"T00N5."
Untested. 5 Nexus.
It has a certain ring to it.
Toons.
She smiles, just for a moment. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips.
It’s ironic.
She finally finds a name she likes—right as she’s about to die.
She finds the trigger.
Then the barrel.
She presses her forehead against the cool steel.
It’s over.
And that’s enough.
Toons is dead.
And that’s okay.
***
When she awakes, there is sand in her mouth. Sun on her skin. And a killer headache.