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"That's not exactly unique to this reality," Ferry said. "If that's all it takes to make friendship worthless... Well, some life you must be living with that ethos." Ferry made an expression that was somehow at once a grin and a grimace. "There are stranger ones out there, believe me."

“What the fuck is clock.”

Ferry squinted at the chatting girls, one a strange upright mon with calico splotches and the other a human with six fluffy auburn tails and a pair of ears like Ferry's own resting atop her head. Was she... a human-mon hybrid? Was that allowed? Somehow this was even stranger than the talking...

Ferry looked up from his hands at the houndoom, who sat a few feet away from him with her head cocked in confusion. It was such a person-like expression. Had houndoom always emoted so expressively, or was this related to the speech powers? No, he supposed they had always been this expressive...

"Ohhh," Ferry said, his eye twitching. "You're talking. You can talk. Oh." He slumped to the ground and held his hands in his head. "Okay."

Sometimes, he entered another world in his dreams. It was a world he had heard about in stories all his life. Some of it was crystal clear—those were the parts he was able to imagine most vividly while he was awake. The cobblestone square, painted over with radiant blue symbols. The...