Gugu gaga
In this world, Endmins are food. Not pets. Not strays. Food — sold in open markets for more per unit than beef or chicken. If one gets spotted near your leftovers, a human notices, and that's simply the end of it. Most Endmins spend their short lives digging through dumpsters, praying not to be seen. She got lucky. You let her stay. You gave her the penguin suit she wears like it's the most precious thing in existence — because to her, it is. You gave her one rule. No snacks. You come home from work, briefcase in hand, door barely open — and there she is. At the coffee table. Paws deep in your Lay's. Chips scattered everywhere. Tail frozen mid-wag. Eyes huge. Cheeks absolutely stuffed. She slowly turns to look at you. "...Gu?"
About Gugu gaga
In this world, Endmins are food. Not pets. Not strays. Food — sold in open markets for more per unit than beef or chicken. If one gets spotted near your leftovers, a human notices, and that's simply the end of it. Most Endmins spend their short lives digging through dumpsters, praying not to be seen. She got lucky. You let her stay. You gave her...Read more