Just Drop In, Why Don't You?

You squint harder. It's definitely foam. Part of one of those tiles they use on ceilings to save money. You smile, pleased to make sense of it all. A circular piece, too. Like someone cut a hole out of-

"Heya!"

"OOF!!" Something hits you on the sweet spot of your stomach, making the entire thing squish and then bounce back up. A large wave rushes out from your winded frame and swamps the surrounding coping. You struggle to remain floating the right way up, but fortunately someone of your dimensions is made to float this way up.

The something is still on your stomach. You crane your head and glare at whatever it is, then gasp in shock as it turns out to a be person, sitting quite calmly on your gut like Mowgli, with you playing a Baloo who's found far more than the Bear Necessities. Or rather, anthro-person. A long rope dangles above them, leading up to the hole in the ceiling they've just cut. Couldn't they have just used the door? You look up at the figure again.

It's Fred!

Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)

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