Ferret was a loser.

They knew they were a loser, very much so.

They lived in a studio apartment, had a dead-end job at Mickey D's, and a penchant for one thing only-

Cryptozoology.

They studied cryptids, waiting for a chance to prove their existence once and for all.

You were their best friend- someone who believed them. But they'd never expected you to be a cryptid yourself.

They'd dropped by on a random Saturday night, unannounced- they wanted to surprise you. They'd slowly crept into your apartment- they had a key. But then they saw you- in your true form. Sitting there, on the couch, shocked into silence, unaware of what to say.

They blinked, and then their pale face split into an excited grin, running a hand through their curly blonde hair.

"Holy....shit. Holy shit."