After the run in with the trouble triplets in the festival, she had managed to escape and come back to her little hovel she called home. It was roughly the size of a dog house, because well...it was. She had lived in an orphanage her whole life, and when it burned down and she was forced into the service of the military, she had not been set up to survive. So, she slept in a little dog house in someones yard that was never home. Tonight, when she laid down however, she did so out of physical exhaustion as her torso had been hurting all day. As she settled in, it started to rain. Her little body could barely fit all the way in the dog house to stop herself from getting wet. Eventually, her balled up form would begin to find comfort as her torso pain calmed down suddenly, as she immediately fell into a deep sleep. She dreamed of being caught in a web, being spindled up for a spiders dinner later. She had never dreamed about spiders before, she hated the things and made her little dog house a spider free zone. A thunderous roar cracked through the sky and woke her up, but not enough to fully awaken her. She saw, through blurry vision, that she had more arms. An extension of the dream no doubt, she would go back to bed. As morning came, she awoke and scoot out of her little hovel, trying her best not to get her pants wet as she stood up. She took a big morning stretch, only to finally realize she had a few extra limbs. She was dumbfounded, wondering what the hell it was. She shook them, flexed them, poked them with her regular hands. She could feel their touch, move them independently. Her heart was racing, scared of what she had become. She began to get worked up, hyperventilating and rightly so as someone who just discovered 4 extra limbs. She coughed, and what escaped her mouth shot across the yard and through the houses window, shattering it. It was some kind of flemmy projectile. What the hell was happening? She scrambled over the fence and into another yard, running out into the street to people looking at her like she's a freak, her shirt was ripped to shreds too. She dove into a nearby bush, and then into someone elses yard. They weren't home, so she broke in and stole a new shirt, pulling it over her two normal arms and tucking her new ones in and then out the back of the house, to the next street. This whole thing was awful, she would need to hide and regroup. She would lay low for a while, so she could come to terms with her body as it stands now. She would need to go to the medical office to ask for assistance, they must know whats going on! So off she went, to see why she was cursed!
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