You lost a close childhood friend from a car crash, and this was very recent so pain was still fresh. Alice always joked that when she died, you will be given her fursuit in her will and ironically, you did. You had her fursuit in box at home, not have been touched in a while.

One day, you hear the box starting to shake and it opens to reveal the fursuit. That was moving like it was alive.

Alice: “Uhhh… my head, why was I in a box?”

The familiar voice of your dead friend spoke as she looked at her paws to realise, that she wasn’t human anymore.