Falling is never fun, but it’s worse when there’s goo tripping you up and seemingly trying to swallow you whole. It’s too quick for you to properly struggle, not that it stops you from trying, your legs bending into something animalistic as you try to push yourself back to your feet.
Your body feels wrong, too small and too big as it shifts and changes before your eyes. Everything aches, yet somehow doesn’t hurt as something pushes free from between your limbs- a tail of some sort. You feel your face shape into a muzzle before you see it, nose scrunching as you pant for air. It seems your journey for freedom has come to an end, and a new one soon to begin...