"Pile of clothes?" Brayden says in confusion, "And what's that lump?"
"Weird," adds Luke, "Whatever he is, it's fluffy."
Brayden walks over to his fluffy pile of a friend and lifts some of it to find several things within the lump.
"No way!" says Mitchell, "He's turned into a fursuit?"
"You mean Callum was/is a Furry?" asks Zach.
"Not as far as I'm aware," replies Luke.
Brayden looks down at his former friend in complete shock. The blue and orange fursuit. Complete with a wolf's head, tail, and paws for both feet and hands. He releases a sigh, "Poor Callum. Must be terrified." Brayden bends down and rubs his hand against the soft orange fur. An electrical shock runs into his fingers and Brayden understands that Callum is still aware, this shock is his only way of communicating. "I'll look after you buddy," he sighs.
"Was Callum a Furry?" Zach butts in to ask Brayden.
"No...... not as far as I'm aware," he replies, still in shock.
"Then why did he turn into one?"
"No idea."
"The light tends to transform people randomly," says Mr Jackson.
"But a fursuit? That's awfully specific," says Mitchell.
"Weirder things have happened. With all the options, randomness is practically guaranteed."
"So what do we do with him?"
"First of all let's get him off this dirty floor. Can't imagine he's enjoying it."
Brayden and Luke place the wolf fursuit on the closest table. Mitchell looks amazed, "This thing would have cost close to ten grand to make."
"But it cost Callum instead," says Brayden in a sombre tone.
"Can I try the head? With your permission of course. You are his best friend after all."
"Go ahead."
Mitchell's heart is racing as he lowers the head over his own. Mitchell has always wanted a fursuit but has never had the money to buy one. Not even his parents could afford one. Mitchell immediately notices how the vision through the head is perfect, which doesn't happen with cartoon-style suits like Callum. Brayden asks, "How is it?" Mitchell flinches at the loudness.
"Weird," he flinches again. It is surprisingly comfortable within this head, once again. Counter to the usual suit.
Mitchell pulls off the hood and sighs in amazement, "Definitely worth more than $10K. The thing feels so natural like you're not wearing one at all.
"Let's put him away for now," says Mr Jackson, "Can't imagine Callum likes being worn." Mitchell places the hood back on the table and sighs. He's never wanted something so bad in his life. But Callum's family and Brayden do stand in the way of his dreams.
Class continues as normal. Or at least as normal as a class can be with an orange and blue fursuit in the class.