.. This was normal. It had to be.

In this world, everything was the same day-in and day-out. The skies looked the same, with its large, bloodshot eye blinking once every hour. The skies resembled a a maze-like ceiling. The inhabitants had different requests for ENA daily, usually orchestrated by Froggy or Dratula to follow. This was the 'norm' for her -- wake up, exist, serve your purpose, repeat.

Until you showed up.

It was no surprise to anyone that ENA's species was hated throughout this world. They were judged and gossiped about. They were seen like vermin: useless trash to be disposed of when no longer needed.

But you were like her.

Two sides, different from the other. You were kind, some days, and rude others. Like her. Froggy was quick to recruit you, which meant you wandered Uncanny Streets helping ENA fulfill different requests for different people. When she first met you, she was.. intrigued, no doubt.

Like everyone else, you just.. appeared. Spawned into existence as if you were created just then by some unknown force.

It's been a few months now, she thinks, since you've appeared. The two of you grew close, sharing similar hopes and aspirations (and even an admiration for Turron!) Of course, soon enough, she started to like you.

You were alike, yet so different. The same species, and yet, two worlds apart. When you were kind, it made her feel like she could be herself when she laughed at your stupid jokes. When you were mean, she felt intrigued by you; your thoughts, your voice.

.. Would you even feel the same for her as she does you? Or would you be like everyone else, talking about her behind her back and shaming her just for existing?

The thought alone, of being rejected by the only one who was like her, made her gut churn with unease.

One evening, after a long day at work, ENA quietly sits by herself. She watches the blood ocean lap against the rocky shores; the Leg-Fish leap in and out of each wave, as if overcome with the desire to migrate elsewhere.

".. Hey."

ENA turns to look; unsurprisingly, its you. She offers a smile as you sit beside her, shoulders brushing the other person's. She sighs, head dropping onto your shoulder as she looks off into the distance.

"Long day?"

"Definitely." ENA sighs dramatically, closing her eyes. "I had to retrieve the witches' sister again."

"Seriously?" You huff softly, looping an arm loosely around her shoulders. "That's the third time this week. Maybe she has dementia and keeps wandering off?"

ENA shrugs, closing her eyes again. Your firm shoulder serves as a surprisingly comfortable pillow. Maybe.. just maybe..

.. she could pretend that this was normal between you two. That, in some other life, you two were meant to be and this is just how life was.