>The fusion of Anon and Spinel>You were evicted from your home and went on the run>You were OK with this
>Jumped on the first moving train you saw>Freight hopping doesn't sound to bad for now>You found a comfy enough spot and decided to catch some Z's
>Now you're waking up
>And you feel wrong>Empty>Cold>Alone>You open your eyes>It's night>Though the moon is out it all feels slightly duller than normal
>Your back hurts like hell
>You look down and finally see what was wrong>You're not Channel>You're Anon>You don't know how it could've happened>But somehow you unfused with Spinel>T-that's OK! >You can just fuse again and things will be fine!>You look around the container you crashed in>But no Spinel>You upturn the cargo inside in a panic>Still no Spinel>"Spinel?!" >You look outside to the rolling landscape>"SPINEEEELLLL!">She's gone>You don't know where she is>Why she left>How she left>Did she leave you?>Did someone take her?>What happened?>You have no idea>All you know is...>You're alone.I'm a little pissed because I wanted to end my latest part with "you're you" to continue the thought process of how Anon feels more like himself as Channel than him alone. I was too eager to post something nice instead of depression.