username: Hydra.
flit name: Osiris
gender/preferred pronoun: Non-binary (they/them)
story: Back when Osiris was younger, they had a close friend, a very close friend named Gatorade. They did everything you could ever imagine, together. But as the years went on, the two became more distant, and Osiris fell into an abyss of depression. Gatorade had moved away, far from Osiris’ reach, far beyond what they’d ever imagine. The two were the best of friends, yet they kept drifting apart, and neither of them knew why. Osiris imagined it was the aging, maybe the fact that they were both confused about their identities. All they knew, is that they’d be friends, no matter what.
Osiris spent a year sitting around, tearing up at everything that reminded them of their friend, Gator. Nearly everything sparked memories, and Osiris hated it, but loved it because they had so many great memories together. Gatorade however, seemed to lock away their sadness and guilt of moving away, and went on to make new friends, struggling with their self-identity as they tried to start a new life. Both flitz couldn’t help but spend the next couple of years, thinking about each other, and it made them feel bereft. Osiris moved on, after a couple of years of grieving, they began to get themselves happier, they began to see the light side of things rather than the dark side. They were beating depression, and they were doing damn well. Gatorade on the other hand, was sad, they had been casted out by their family after saying they wanted to go by they/them pronouns. They didn’t come out as non-binary, instead they admitted to wanting to use they/them pronouns rather than he/him pronouns. Osiris would have been there to support him, and Gator was sad because they couldn’t be.
After five years of them being apart, Gatorade moved back to the small town that they once lived in. Osiris was walking into a coffee shop, and stopped dead in their tracks, shouting out an all too familiar name, “Gator!” Osiris wasted no time and ran at their friend, leaping into them, wrapping their paws around their neck, his snout buried in his friend’s fur as he cried softly, “I missed you..” Gatorade welcomed the embrace, and stroked Osiris’ head with one paw, the other tightly wrapped around them, “Boy do I have a story for you..” They both smiled as they pulled back to look at each other in the face, and Osiris laughed, realizing the mess they had both made. Coffee was spilled everywhere around them, and Gator was covered in it, “Why don’t you help me clean this up then I’ll buy us coffee and you can tell me all about your story?” Gatorade stroked Osiris’ hair, “Will do bud.” As the flitz cleaned up the mess, it was apparent that best friends had been united again, and that was more than they could ever ask for.
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permission: The
friend is my flit, Gatorade. c: