Title: Fangalicious Desires
Status: 
Characters: Anon, Fang
Rating: 
Classification: One-Shot
Author: Anonymous

>another boring night of endlessly browsing your favorite Guatemalan sci-fi enthusiast forums
>the same old threads
>the same old images
>the same old arguments
>seems like even the shitposters couldn't be bothered to come up with anything new
>slowly, ever so slowly, it wouldn't even bring you joy anymore to look at pictures of her
>your waifu of the past one year, a certain punk pterosaur
>Fang
>the one you just couldn't help to fall for, playing her game
>now how did *that* happen? you muse yourself with the question
>it shouldn't have, that's the answer
>it was supposed to be no more than some shovelware scalie visual novel, and not...
>not...
>ugh
>well, it wasn't supposed to give you feels that's for sure
>but you just couldn't stop it
>she's too perfect
>and it was you who fixed her, and it was her that fixed you
>or rather the version of you that exists with her in that world
>your avatar, if you will
>but here in this dank room the slob that sits will remain
>*that's* the shame of it
>oh how different it was at first, though
>for the first time in years you picked up that dreaded pencil
>you pirated photoshop
>and then settled for Inkscape instead because your pc was too much of a toaster
>you started steadily working through drawabox and other sources
>each and every day striving for that sweet-sweet muscle memory to develop
>the (you)s piling up, rewarding your efforts were plenty worth it
>and more so was the ability to make her just a bit more real with each drawing
>each sketch another chance to spend time with her
>to imagine that soft skin touching yours
>to just almost feel those gray feathers caressing your face
>to look into those brilliant amber eyes
>what you wouldn't have given to make her real
>for real
>even going as far as to read up on making a tulpa and how to induce hallucinations
>there was nothing in your life to cling to, so it was your new idea to cling to her
>as pathetic as that sounds
>no matter how other posters sneered at you when you made your little blogposts
>no matter how hard it was to stay awake till the dinos would come to you
>you didn't give up


>until you did
>after about three months of trial and error, common sense finally kicked in
>just what the fuck were you trying to do?
>not even you could be this much of an autist
>thus, your little crusade ended
>in defeat
>three months, and she was not any more real than the graphite smeared across the page, or a bunch of ones and zeroes on your hard drive
>it was all just logical, of course, the likely outcome
>but still, something inside you broke that day
>you put the pencil down again, probably for good this time around
>the healthy eating, the morning runs
>all those stopped too
>you reverted back to the neckbeard you knew you were
>there was no point in trying to be anything more
>not when she wasn't real
>and that's how you ended up in this sea of apathy
>that's how you became stretched so thin, feeling so little that even seeing her didn't make you feel anything anymore
>or in the very least, you forced yourself to feel nothing
>you were certain it was the right thing to do
>because if you cannot have her, you might as well just forget
>opening one last picture of her, your favorite one, you murmured a final goodbye
>then with newfound determination, you closed the browser window
>you navigated to the folder hosting all the images you've saved, ones never meant to be lost
>and with a swift motion deleted them
>it hurt you do to so, but you knew that's how it had to be
>regardless, you couldn't find it in yourself to stay by your computer any longer
>participating in Friday threads was one of your favorite pastimes, but now, even that prospect didn't excite you
>you just felt spent
>both emotionally and physically
>not even bothering to turn your pc off, you took off towards your bed
>a good sleep was just what you needed
>thankfully, sweet delirium came fast
>it was the first time in months you allowed yourself to fall asleep right away
>with your last semi-coherent, you thought of her
>...and you wished she was real


>the morning light pierces the realm of your dreams harshly
>you frown, murmuring "Just five more minutes..." to nobody in particular
>the warmth of the bed is way too pleasant, way too comfry to exchange it for the lackluster shitty reality you no doubt were looking forward to
>"What?! No! Wake up already!"
>you don't know what surprised you more
>that other voice, or that whoever it belonged to yanked the sheets off of you with no remorse
>your body reacts first, instincts taking over
>as if there was a spring in place of your spine you sit upright in an instant, eyelids popping open
>only to once again be blinded by the light pouring in from the window
>you really should have bothered to close the damn curtains
>"Come on dweeb, out of bed!"
>your mysterious assailant gives no quarter, quite literally shoving you out of your safe haven
>well, not so safe as you previously thought, evidently
>with little to no cooperation from your motor skills, you faceplant the ground with a loud thud
>stars explode in your head, threatening to push you straight back into black oblivion
>"Oh damn, a-are you okay?"
>it's that voice again
>now that you're a little more woken up and got the initial shock out of your system...
>well damn if it doesn't sound familiar
>but how could that be?
>not only can't you pair it up with any memory you possess
>but it's a *girl's* voice
>and yet, no matter how rude the voice and its owner apparently are, you feel mostly fine with them being in the same room as you
>it's... a complicated feeling
>mostly because it's currently pretty much intertwined with panic and confusion
>just as you pull your arms beneath you to get up, another set of hands wrap around your shoulders
>their touch is soft, but determined at the same time
>in a matter of seconds, you're up on the bed again, sitting on its edge and eyeing the intruder
>it...
>it cannot be
>jaws on the floor and eyes wide open, you soak in the figure standing in front of you
>torn, black jeans
>silvery hair
>long, dark, and claw-like nails
>wings
>a snout so long you could land a plane on it
>it...
>it's...
>"F-Fang?"
>"What? Pull yourself together you dork!"
>arlgiht, it's no mistaking it
>it's her
>"But how?"
>she... it...? raises an eyebrow
>and then she delivers a slap to your face that sends your head hurdling to the side
>"Geez! What was that for?" you ask indignantly
>"You asked."
>"Asked what?"
>"How you could pull yourself together?"
>"Wha..."
>you sigh, nursing your poor cheek
>"That's not what I was asking. I mean... How are you here?"
>"Where's here?"
>wait... what?
>you take a better look at Fang
>behind the anger, you see signs of her confusion
>fear, even
>and, well, you know her enough to recognize one of her tough girl acts
>what a weird fucking thought
>"Uh, right, you're uh... In my home?"
>you really don't know what to say
>what *can* you say?
>that she's in a whole different dimension?
>and just why the fuck are you accepting that this fever dream is real anyway?
>"Okay, and who are you?"
>"I'm Anon."
>she thinks about that for a while
>huh
>does she actually know that name?
>is this the Fang that you, or, well, "Anon" has already fixed, or...
>she looks to the side, frowning and embarrassed
>"And who am I?"


>you look at her blankly
>who is she? what is she expecting you to say?
>and well...
>just who *is* she?
>*what* is she?
>you don't think you could still be dreaming but then
>did you actually manage to wish Fang into existence? for realz?
>cause it seriously does seem like that's exactly what happened
>but if that's true, what are you supposed to tell her?
>that she's a video game character? one you fell in love with?
>how do you even explain that? isn't it creepy as hell anyway?
>...or...
>you're struck with a brilliant idea
>"What do you mean? You're my girlfriend of course."
>first her eyes, then her head snaps back at you
>blush on her face, she answers you with an embarrassed frown
>"I know that! ...I think... But... But..."
>her expression confused, turning more and more desperate as she goes on
>"I... don't remember! I don't know how I got here or where this place is or... Or..."
>"And I know I should! I know I should know!"
>"I know that I know you, it's just..."
>"It's like someone put my brain in a fucking blender! It's all bits and pieces..."
>"A... Anon I'm freaking out!"
>well that's fucking ominous
>or rather you feel like that's what you should be feeling
>instead, what you feel is relief
>yup, you've got the girl of your dreams here, ample material to be turned into your actual loving girlfriend
>you know it's kind of a disgusting thing to take advantage of her like that
>but then again what else is there to do? give her an existential crisis by telling her she's not actually real?
>some good that would do
>this is a God-damned fucking miracle right here, and you won't let it go to waste
>you're gonna help her, sure, it's just...
>you're gonna help yourself too, while you're at it
>"Okay come here" you reach out to Fang and pull her into a hug
>"We'll figure it out, okay? Together."
>...she feels so real
>because she *is* real, isn't she?
>the weight and warmth of her body are just as real as yours or any others'
>the touch of her scales, something you've been fantasizing about for so long, finally becoming real under your touch
>feels just like a lizard's scales
>and her feathers, they're like that of a bird
>actual
>fucking
>feathers
>what's more, as Fang melts into your embrace those wings envelop the two of you, forming a defensive cocoon that separate you from all the rest of the world
>closing your eyes, you give yourself over to the feeling
>a wing hug
>you're getting an actual wing hug
>it's not a fantasy
>it's not a tulpa
>it's not a dream
>it's Fang
>"I'm scared, Anon... Please... Help me...?"
>you feel her also-oh-so-real, sharp nails being driven into your shoulders, and pain overtakes the cozy feeling you've been having
>oh right, you remember
>her claws
>biting your lip, you soldier through the pain
>"I'll... Help"
>her grip on you strengthens, her body stiffening
>"Thank you"
>"Thank you"
>"Thank you"
>her voice is raspy
>she's crying
>real tears
>then, in the middle of her hiccupy sobs, she adds
>"I... Love you"


>eventually, the world stops spinning
>those three words
>words you've been waiting your whole life to hear
>but ones you thought you never would
>and especially not from Fang
>a warm, happy feeling washes over you
>must be what people mean when they say 'stomach full of butterflies'
>and you let it spread all over your body, drunk on this new high
>through your chest
>into your head
>down your arms, till the tingling feeling can be felt in your fingers even
>"I love you too"
>it takes some effort to speak, you're so lightheaded
>but it feels so good to say those words
>and to know they'll be heard
>and you know for a fact they've been heard too, cause Fang ...YOUR FANG... sqeezes her body closer to yours again
>you hug her tighter in return, rocking her body back and forth gently
>at the same time you nuzzle into her hair, taking in her scent
>she smells girly
>well, sweaty too, and there's a tang of menthol cigarettes, but...
>girly
>cause she's a girl
>in your arms
>she said she loves you
>she's yours
>Fang is yours


>alas, the moment can't last forever
>after a couple of minutes, having calmed down, Fang sits up on the bed next to you
>she retreats fully, save for a hand that you're still holding onto
>she seems... conflicted
>not panicking anymore, but she doesn't look happy either
>kinda hurt, even
>for a couple of minutes she inspects your room, then herself
>and finally, her attention is focused on you
>she looks you all over, with a more sharp and serious expression
>huh, where's this coming from?
>did she figure it out? can she actually tell there's something off?
>well other than not having any memories
>did it all come back to her?
>did she realize you've been trying to take advantage of her?
>is it all over already...?
>would it be better to confess?
>no. no.
>if she knew she'd be mauling you already
>or maybe she would have just left your miserable ass here
>the butterflies in your stomach suddenly feel icy cold as you wait for her to speak
>...
>"Anon, I..."
>"Y-Yes?"
>"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I'd like to go home."
>"Huh?"
>"I... I wanna see mom and dad."
>oh Jesus Christ thank fuck
>...or should I say Raptor Jesus?
>anyway, the situation isn't as bad as you feared
>but...
>yeah, it's...
>shit
>her parents
>that raises so many questions
>do they actually exist somewhere out there? did they come into existence with Fang as like, part of the package?
>and if so, who and *what* else came with her?
>Naser?
>Trish?
>Spears?
>Volcano High altogether?
>or wait
>did you actually will *yourself* into *their* world?
>so far you've only seen the insides of your mom's basement so it was easy to think you're still in the real world
>but what if you aren't?
>it should be easy enough to check
>however.
>if it's as you initially thought and it's Fang who's the 'guest' here, well...
>she can't go outside
>she just fucking can't
>what would you do if people seen her?
>and how could you explain to Fang why there are no other dinos around?
>even if you said this is a human city, random strangers staring at her is still a problem
>it probably wouldn't stop at staring either
>soooo
>what the fuck do you do now?
>"...Anon? Please, say something."
>"I'll come right back, I promise!"
>shit shit shit
>"You can't."
>"W-What?" her eyes widen, surprised by your answer "Why not?"
>think goddamnit
>"C-Cause..."
>shit
>fuck
>what do you say?
>that they're dead?
>what if she 'knows' they're alive?
>you could just blame that on her memory loss, but what if they really *are* alive?
>they could be one phone call away
>...
>okay fuck it
>this is gonna be risky as fuck, but...
>when you told Fang she's your girlfriend, it became true
>it could be that she came into existence with that knowledge granted cause, well, you've been wishing for a Fang gf since forever
>and then this could totally fucking backfire on you
>but what *if* until something is decided you have the final say? like in quantum physics?
>what *if* what you say will simply become part of Fang's existence in this world?
>...there's only one way to find out
>"Uh, don't you remember why you moved in here with me? Your parents live far away."
>let's just keep it nice and vague
>you laid down the foundation for a new memory, now Fang can fill in the rest
>her eyes dash all around as she's processing this 'new information
>the autist in you is kinda excited to see what happens
>there shouldn't be anything contradictory in what you said
>what will happen now?


>"Shiiitt yeahh... All the way on the west coast, right?" Fang asks, trying her best to 'recall' those memories "A-And we're... On the east?"
>"Yep."
>you nod, relieved that your wager worked out
>this is such a weird situation
>but that's right though, isn't it? the west coast?
>the game does represent Volcadera Bluffs as this California-ish place, but it was never made explicit
>so the west coast is as good as it gets, probably
>it certainly is *far* away
>now that you think about it though
>how did she know you're on the east?
>is it because as your girlfriend she's supposed to know stuff about you?
>or is it because it's something *you* know?
>is Fang just a tulpa then, after all?
>not only is that something you do not want to accept, but it really doesn't seem right
>the hug she gave you felt real
>and so did that slap across the face
>hell, she even pushed you off the bed!
>how could she be *not* real?
>...or is this your own brain playing very elaborate tricks on you, making you believe all these things happened and felt real?
>you should confirm it somehow
>but how?
>and what if you literally just went coo-coo-crazy?
>...
>well
>even if you did, Fang looks sad
>so you're gonna hug her
>and it'll make everything alright
>with this determination you pull your dino gal into your embrace
>that's right
>you're gonna make the most of this day, even if by evening you'll end up in a straightjacket
>Fang doesn't fight the motion one bit, cuddling up to your side
>yeah
>she feels sufficiently real
>and that's all that matters
>the warmth of her body
>the smell of her hair
>the way her scales brush against you as she breathes
>the ever so soft feeling of her heartbeat
>the glistening look in her amber eyes that you feel like you could get lost in for all eternity
>Fang
>she's just what you needed
>*all* you have needed
>right now, you're sure you could live out the rest of your days in bed with her
>and hey, if somehow you ended up wishing away the world outside this room for real, it just might be possible


>the two of you spend the next half hour cuddling on the bed
>neither of you talk, and you do you best not to think either
>every time a fleeting thought concerning your current predicament would crawl into your mind
>every time angst would build up in your stomach over your state of mind
>you chase that shit the fuck away with conviction never before seen in all the world
>though 'conviction' could just be a sugar-coated euphemism for 'stubborn autism'
>regardless, you don't give up the heavenly feel of ptero hugs till Fang herself speaks up
>and then it's suddenly back to real-shit-time at mach nine speeds
>"Don't you think I should see a doctor?"
>...shit
>let's work some magic
>"Uh, we've already been to the hospital. Got a CT and everything. Remember?"
>Fang sits up halfway, supporting herself on your shoulder as she looks back down at you
>once again, she gets lost in thought as her memories are rewritten
>she furrows her brows, snout scrunching up
>in the end she lays back down, looking up at the ceiling with a frustrated expression
>"Ugh... I don't remember that at all."
>"Wait what? You don't?"
>you speak the words before you realize it
>what's going on? isn't she supposed to 'remember' whatever you tell her?
>Fang turns away from you, pulling her legs up and cradling them
>"No. I don't."
>okay, now *this* is something new
>you sit up in surprise, looking at Fang as she covers herself with her wings, hiding away from you and the rest of the world