Microfluff Management: A CYOA by Thesaltt
You are a microfluff in a vast field of blue nutrigel as far as the eye can see. You don’t remember anything before this point, but you do have a feeling that this is normal, and nothing to be worried about. There seem to be small lakes of water not too far off, so you seem to have a good source of both food and water. You assume the water is safe to drink, just not safe to swim in. Wawa bad for fluffies.
The air smells faintly sweet and pleasant. The bright ball of light in the sky has just crested over the blue mountains at the horizon. The morning rays of light feel warm on your fluffy. You don’t seem to have any shelter, though there isn’t a cloud in the sky, so you don’t have to worry about the dangerous sky wawa coming down. A nice, warm breeze blows past you. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling on your fluff.
You take inventory of yourself and find that you have gray fluff with a dark gray-blue main and tail. Other than that, you’re not too sure what to do or what’s going on.
What do you do from here?
