Call Me Out: 2021 Edition

[tigerscope1994]

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses

♛ refer to the muselist for active muses
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go

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Bandicoots in Ryslig PSL: Paranoia Agent

[cratecrasher]

Based on this
And this.

Earlier that month was when many things started to pile up. Some good. Some bad.

The Tågevalgten have long since been fractured to pieces and scattered by a rolling average of ferocity from monsterkind. The rift is somewhat sealed after a mass of sacrifices, but still, it's been spewing more interdimensional garbage every morning than the former mutants combed from N. Sanity beach in a single year.

And something reeks of sewage and death so much that it's far-reaching across Bavan.

That's not counting how the true assignments for new monsters were just starting to show themselves. Nausea and ravenous hunger became a source of deja vu, but at least everyone could get a decent night's sleep.

Meanwhile, at the single bit of good news at the Bandicoot House was the abundance of offers made to Crash from the city's wealthy cream of the crop. Politicians, CEOs, and young socialites clamored with their fattest wads of solars for a minotaur as a bodyguard. Sometimes he was too nice for his own good, but eventually, the hog minotaur settled on which of the knocking opportunities to pursue.

By the time the middle of the month rolled around, a status quo was established that while Crash had less time to be home or with his sister, there was now an abundance of storebought food (alongside anything wild-caught), clothing to their individual tastes, and creature comforts in the house.

A source of steady riches never took over their humble tastes on the island. That wouldn't change here either.

[overallsandlaptop]

The change in how they lived was definitely bizarre.

Then again, so was everything else Ryslig brought to their lives. Whilst Crash was far more used to it, Coco was still trying to get used to it.

She stretches out with a sleepy yawn, ears drooping slightly as she starts to wake up. Coco's tail twitches, as she twists on the pile of pillows to try and sit up.

There is a certain irony to going from a strange fish to a strange cat. Her tail twitches a little, the stinger at the end of the scorpion tail wiggling somewhat. Her ears start to perk forward as she listens to the quiet of the bandicoot household.

"Crash-?" She calls out, "Are you actually here?"

[cratecrasher]

There's definitely someone else in the house within the radar of the monster feline's senses. A startled scattering of relatively tiny footsteps compared to the usual clunk of Crash's rhino or hippo-like 'hooves' and the miniature tree being rustled from something trying to hide behind it.

Also there's a lot more shed fur than normal infesting the blankets next to her.

[overallsandlaptop]

"...Crash?" She calls out again. Her gaze lands on the fur. "...Are you shedding?" This wasn't a normal amount of shedding. When Coco brushed out Crash's fur, it wasn't ever this much.

The lack of response doesn't make her feel any better.

She pushes herself up onto her feet, moving towards the skittering in the next room. Her own footsteps are light, careful as she tries to track the sound. Her sense of smell tells her... it's a human.

Why would a human be in their home?

[cratecrasher]

Whoever it is that's hiding from Coco, at first they attempt to be discreet when they poke their head from their hiding place, eyeing the door. But despite the overwhelming confusion and near panic toward being stuck in some creature's house, the fact his name is being called over and over and that he woke up to such a thing next to him in the first place...

To answer would be a massive risk, but what is there to loose?

"Who are you...?" a kid's voice asked tentatively.

[overallsandlaptop]

The manticore pauses, tilting her head to the side, snout twitching slightly. The monster cautiously crouches down to be more on the boy's level.

"Coco." She answers quietly back.

The orange mop of hair makes her wonder just for a moment. She sniffs a little, and pauses. The boy smells similar to Crash, not exact but with that orage hair...

"Are you okay, Crash?"

It's a careful question.

[cratecrasher]

It's telling that the child doesn't react with any familiarity to the former marsupial's name. He flinches back upon getting sniffed at but fortunately can see tell she's not about to attack him or something just from her demeanor.

A single beat after the inquiry, the kid- Crash frowned, yet quietly nodded his head.