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100: Layer 8 - Ben

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BEN


You open your eyes, confused.

Where am I? You wonder. And why am I upside down? there's a snapping sound, and you quickly fall to the ground. Instinct takes over, and you land on the ground on all fours, perfectly fine.

"How did I just do that?" You say out loud, then stand up. You turn, looking up into the tree you woke in. It's weird, you have no recollection of how you got up there, or how you could twist yourself in the air to land on your feet. Your tail twitches in response to your thoughts.

Wait.

Your tail?

You twist, catching it in your hands. Yup, it's a tail, You confirm. "How did you get there?" You ask out loud. You strain your memories. Up until the moment you woke up, there's nothing. "What... what happened to me?" You ask, hoping the question will bring back your memories.

...

You can't even remember your own name, can you?

...

Oh, come on! Not even that tidbit of information it there! Well, that adds another two questions to the ever growing list: who are you, and why did you lose your memories?

Your mental monologue to yourself finished, you turn towards what you realize is a jungle. Gathering your courage, you start walking towards... well, you don't know. It's almost evening, the sun is pretty low over the horizon. So... late afternoon? Well, that's the direction the sun is heading in, so you automatically call it "West" and head in that direction.

After what seems like long enough, you stumble upon a waterfall. Thirsty, you go to the edge of its pool and bend over to take a drink of water. As you do, you gasp as you see your reflection. Sticking out of your violet shoulder-length hair are two fuzzy cat ears to compliment your tail. You stare at your face, marvelling it's beauty for a moment, then look down at yourself for what seems like the first time. Underneath your baggy clothes, you can tell that you're body is well endowed, your breasts the perfect size for your frame. You sit back, careful not to sit on your tail and wonder why you felt so curious, repulsed, and amazed at seeing your body. Why does this feel so wrong? You don't have any real idea, it just... did.

You sigh. More questions, and no answers.

Suddenly, your ears perk up. Voices! You head towards them, suddenly hopeful.

You walk into the clearing the two anthros are sitting in and stop. One is a vixen with red and white fur, the other a caracal anthro. They stare at you.

"H-hello," you say.

"Hi," the caracal says. "What's your name?" You panic for a moment, then –

"robin," You say. You don't know why you gave that name, it was the first one that popped into your head. The caracal nods.

"I'm Grill," She says, starting to stand. The vixen helps her and she nods a thanks.

"I'm Alex," The other says. "Alexander." You blink, staring at her. What? Was she serious? And... why does that not panic or surprise you?

"Do you know how I got here?" you ask.

"You crashed here with the rest of us, didn't you?" Alex asks, and both you and Grill blink as you register this information.

"Crash?" You squeak.

"There are other survivors? Grill asks. "Where?"

"The plane crashed on the beach back that way," Alex motions. "I'll take you both there." The two of you nod, following her as you trek off into the jungle. You walk in silence, and as you do you try and figure out why, even though it was the first name in your head, Robin felt just as wrong as your body. You find out why as you leave the jungle and step out onto the sand.

Your eyes widen as you see the plane on its side.  You walk towards the wreckage, ignoring the shouts of other people as they run towards you.


Flight 199



                                                                           Gate 19



                       We're going down!



                                                                                                 Sydney to LAX


Twelve hours




                                       BEN! HANG ON!


"My name's Ben," You whisper.

"What?" Alex asks as she steps towards you.

"My name's Ben," You repeat. "I remember now!" You look back at the wreckage. You remember everything, boarding the airplane, looking out the window, watching the wing snap off, your girlfriend –

"Oh no," You whisper. You turn to a few of the other survivors who had run
up to your group. "Did you find anyone in your group named Robin?" You ask, knowing why the name felt so wrong. It didn't belong to you. You looked between the other five, eyes wide. "Anyone?"

"Who is she?" A kitsune, no more than twelve, asks.

"She's my girlfriend," You say urgently.

"...where were you sitting?" Asks a vixen.

"In the front of the plane," you respond. "I remember looking back and seeing the wing snap off, my seat belt wasn't done up, so I was pulled out... I landed in a tree, now please, is she alive!" You nearly scream.

The kitsune just stares at you.

"I'm sorry... the entire front end was crushed," She says. "There are no
survivors from that end of the plane." You realize what this means.

"No!" You protest. "She... she has to..." you turn towards the plane and see
the damage done to the front end. The kitsune was right, there would be no way anyone could survive that.

"No..." You whisper, falling to your knees. "No!" Your eyes well up with tears.
Someone places a comforting hand on your shoulder. You realize it's Alex.

"I'm sorry," She says.

"She's gone," Is the only thing you manage to reply. Your mind is blank, and it's not because of amnesia.

Your girlfriend, Robin, was dead. And there was nothing you could do to change it.
This is the eighth layer of my non-linear story "?", which served as my 100th deviation back on my old account.

Enjoy!

All characters except for mine (Keegan) do not belong to me.
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