You wake up feeling… strange. Too tall. Too stiff. Like your body isn’t quite your own.

As you sit up, something feels wrong. The air is silent, but you hear faint, mechanical whirring. A weight shifts on your forehead, and as your vision clears, you notice your hands—or rather, hooves.

Your heart skips a beat. This isn’t right.

Jumping out of bed, you rush to the mirror—and freeze.

Staring back at you is CraftyCorn.

Not just a costume. Not a dream. You are CraftyCorn.

Your blue-and-white fur gleams under the light, a rainbow flower decal now printed on your torso. Black sclera. White, soulless eyes. The features of a Smiling Critter, eerily cheerful—and disturbingly unnatural.

A sharp gasp breaks your trance.

"W-What the heck?!*

You turn sharply. Your sister stands in the doorway, eyes wide in horror. They take a step back, looking at you like you’re some kind of… monster.

"That’s not funny!" she says, voice shaking. "Where’s my real brother?!"

But you are you. Right?

Your mind is the same, your thoughts untouched—but your body? That’s another story.

As you raise a hoof, the faint sound of gears clicking fills the air.

Something tells you… this isn’t just temporary.