Plan B
Alright, time for plan B. Luckily enough, I'm a quick thinker. After all, I need a bigger brain to handle my enhanced senses.
Maybe a recap is in order. Well then, listen up: read Plan A.
My dad is staring at me. He had just walked in on me in skunk form. I have black fur and golden stripes and such. My hair has two golden racing stripe-style streaks on the right side of my head, and I have a series of stripes across my chest that are gold as well. They usually glow when I experience extreme emotion or use my abilities, but they weren't glowing, and I was pretty embarrassed. Oh, and I have three tails, should probably have mentioned that earlier.
"Um, Dad, I can explain." I started.
"No explanation needed. In fact, we were afraid none of our children would share our rare trait." He cut in.
"Wait, what?" I asked, astonished.
"Your mother and I are furries too. In fact, I'm a skunk just like you. Your mother is a golden panther, which is probably where the color came from. What are your powers?" This is a rather weird turn of events.
"Anything vision-related, you name it, I can do it. I have a few non-vision-related abilities, but not very many that I know of. I can use hypersonic vocals, my hearing is top-notch, and there's the obvious switching between human and furry, but not much else that I've discovered." I said nervously. It was weird. In furry form, I'm taller than my dad, but while human I barely meet his mouth with my eyes. The weird part is I'm scared of someone shorter than me...
"Well I can tell you right now that the hypersonic voice came from me. It was a weird mutation that replaced the stench that skunks usually have. I mean, most skunk furries don't smell, but then again it's not exactly a constant smell. Anyway, if you have my hypersonic voice, then you might have my other sonic abilities." His slightly wrinkled face lit up, and his eyes bulged with excitement, the green irises seeming to glow. He turned into his furry self, which creeped me out a bit, and continued to talk. His fursona appears to be a silver skunk with black underfur and stripes, but he's an otherwise typical sunk. He also towered over me once again. "Punch me." He said.
"Pardon?" I spat.
"You heard me. Punch me as hard as you can." He demanded. I obliged so I wouldn't get whatever his furry equivalent of punishment might be. My punch hit him square in the chest, and a miniature sonic boom rang out as he was blasted to the walls.
"Holy crap! I did that?" I wondered with shock.
"Sonic punches." My dad said between coughs as he picked himself off the ground. "Your body is infused with sound-enhancing elements, which is why you can punch like that. It's an uncommon ability, and you can probably see why."
"Wait, if I didn't get my vision abilities from you, wouldn't that mean I got them from Mom? Cuz if I did, she should've known before I even knew." I observed.
"Actually, instead of bending the light her eyes received, she was able to control the light to do some pretty dangerous stuff." My dad explained. "She has some vision-related powers, but no disguise dismissing powers." My mom then barged into the room with a worried expression.
"Is everything alright? I heard a loud thud and-" She shut up pretty quick when she saw us both as skunks. She nearly burst into tears, which I hope were of joy, and hugged me.
"Um, Mom? You okay?" I asked.
"Couldn't be better. No wonder you were so reclusive about, well everything." She said.
"I was actually working on fixing that." I added. This moment couldn't be more awkward for me.
My mom stopped hugging me. "Now, what was that loud thud?"
"Dad's body hitting my wall." I replied.
"Then how did-" My mom started.
"He possesses my sonic abilities." My dad cut in.
"I also have a variation of your abilities, Mom." I added. "That's why I found that doll in two seconds."
"The question is: if you have kept your secret so well, what are the odds that your brother and sister have been keeping a secret too?" She pondered.
"I can easily solve that." I said. "I have an ability that allows me to see straight through disguises, but I never thought to use it on you guys til now." I smiled a devious smile. "Now, can I please go to sleep? I'm tired." They both agreed to being tired as well and wished me goodnight.
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The thing is, I had a weird dream that night. I'm not sure what to think of it, but it was weird.
It started with me sitting alone in a room, in furry form, strapped to a chair. I remember struggling to escape, but there was no use. I tried to shoot lasers out of my eyes, but it didn't work. I tried every ability that I possessed, still nothing. In fact, I didn't have a voice at all.
A man's voice came over a speaker, and I actually recognized it.
Good morning, Paul. I trust you slept well? Did those new scars bother you at all? I stayed silent, mostly because I couldn't speak if I tried. Here's how we're going to do things, we'll give you your voice back if you promise to answer some questions. If you don't, well...
A piece of the wall opened to reveal a television screen. The screen blared to life and a very horrifying image was displayed. Lola, also in furry form, was unconscious, strapped to a chair that was rigged with explosives. The last thing I remember was my voice returning and me screaming, "Lola!!" Then I woke up.
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I awoke with a start, in a cold sweat. I was in skunk mode, and my markings and eyes were glowing brighter than I've ever seen. They were actually lighting up the room sufficiently. I barely managed to resist burning my dresser with my heat vision, which is what my eyes were set to.
The glowing faded, and my vision returned to normal. I then curled up in a ball, wrapped my tails around my person, and began to softly weep. It wasn't because I was scared of the dream or because I was scared of losing the first friend I ever had. It was because I was able to place the voice.
It was a voice that I found hard to forget. It was a voice that I heard everyday, constantly bugging me about my social life. It was a voice that annoyed me more than a knife on a bottle, which shouldn't be possible.
However, right now the voice scared me more than anything. This voice was the voice of a relative.
It was my brother's voice...