Neon hisses and nods.
"Leave it to us," Neopolitan hopped onto the raft.
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In the water, the remaining otters are still playing around and having fun. While in the water, Winter Fresh spotted something wiggling and shiny. A fish! In a quick maneuver, they grab the fish in their webbed paws.
"I got one!" Winter Fresh called out in triumph.
"Huh? A fish?" Fruit Punch piped up.
"Well, go on! Eat it!" Love Bug encouraged.
Winter Fresh slurps the minnow down like a noodle... only to be disheartened when it goes swimming back out their stomach completely unharmed. The otters all wilted in disappointment. They couldn't eat. They were made of nothing.
Winter Fresh grumbled at the escaping fish, "Hmph. Food is overrated anyway."
"I wouldn't say that," a new voice spoke up.
The other otters look up stunned. It's Neopolitan and Neon. They're casually floating there on a raft.
"You're back!" Fruit Punch exclaimed.
"Did you escape?" Winter Fresh asked.
"What happened?" Love Bug blurted.
Neopolitan smiled at them serenely, "I can explain soon enough. First, I want you to feel this."
Neopolitan guided Fruit Punch's paw to the side of their neck. There's something there that wasn't before. A pulse. The feeling of blood running under flesh and fur. Fruit Punch retracted their paw in surprise.
"I don't believe this... you're..." Fruit Punch gasped.
Neopolitan nodded, "That's right. I'm alive. Really and truly alive. It's the greatest feeling, I promise you."
Winter Fresh spoke up hesitantly, "Does it hurt when you become alive?"
"No. It feels warm and refreshing. It's like stepping out of a bath," Neopolitan explained, "Come with me. You can't go on like this forever. There's so much you're missing."
The three other otters floated there silently. Deep down in their empty cores they knew this existence was no way to live. Fruit Punch extended a paw out to Neopolitan.
Neopolitan smiled, "Welcome aboard."
One by one, the otters board the raft. Even Winter Fresh had lost his reservations.
"Neon, full speed ahead!" Neopolitan pointed back the way they came.
Neon saluted and let out another static hiss. And off they went. No longer wandering alone and afraid. Finally, all the otters have a home.
The end.
(All otters sold. Thread is closed.)