
"Spectre One, I'm going in. I won't be able to keep in radio contact, but I need to check this. It's .. it's big."
"Big? How big?" Cayman, the Spectre's netrunner sounded worried. She did not like the voice of her leader. It's was too calm, too cold. Something was really bothering him.
"I don't know. I ... I think I found ... home."
Being the result of an ingenious lab project the young freelancer bear hybrid was not born naturally. Instead he has been artificially gestated, modified, implanted and conditioned for combat, resulting in an age that was impossible to pinpoint, but it gave him a very young look. That and the fact that he never had a childhood.
"Please Ghostbear, just be careful." pleaded another voice over the com channel, belonging to his best friend and second-in-command Cobalt. "You shouldn't have gone alone."
"I will be careful, don't worry. The place has been abandoned for years now. I will report in as soon as I'm back on the surface. Out" Without another word he wrenched open the old hatch, gripped his weapon harder and entered the airlock that led into the darkness.
Fourty minutes later he had already ventured deep into the compound, a mace of abandoned laboratories and storage units. Carefully making his way through the old research complex until he finally reached the laboratory he was looking for. Managing to startup an old backup generator the lights hesitantly flashed up, cold blue light illuminating the room.
"Oh god..." was all he could say. Broken and abandoned gestation tanks with their inhabitants still inside. Dead, but preserved by the greenish liquid. Bloody operation tables, syringes and IV bags lying around. Bitter bile rose up in his throat and he had to fight hard to keep his lunch down.
Trying to shut out the terrible scene around him he started one of the computer terminals, using Cayman's ICE-breaker virus to gain access. The data stored in there confirmed what he already knew. This _was_ home, this was the place where they ... made him. He quickly downloaded the data, somehow he managed to suppress his emotions, when a strange ripple behind him caught his attention.
The big mirror on the wall suddenly glowed with an eerie light, ripples of energy floating around the surface, when something happened that was never supposed to happen.
Two parallel worlds intermingling for a short moment. Two realities that should never have touched connected through the mirror.
Unbelieving he stared at the completely impossible scene in front of him.
A little bear, almost the same age, looked back at him. Honey colored eyes wide with surprise and curiosity but no fear as he placed his paw at the mirror from his side. That bear, it was impossible but it was .. him. The same hooded sweater, similar facial markings, the same streak of fur, only dyed in a bright purple color. Even the earrings were almost the same as his. And that room ...
Somehow the little bear's child room mirrored the laboratory. A crib instead of the gestation tanks, a skipping rope instead of a discarded IV line, a garland continuing as a pipe.
Staring at the little lynx plushie his parallel self was holding in his paws and then on the SMG he himself was grasping it's suddenly hit him like a punch. The lynx was the child's best friend. And his weapon ... Ouch.
Suddenly the freelancer had to fight back tears as he realized that he never had something like that. No childhood, none at all. Thrown into a brutal, cold world.
No innocence. Just fighting for survival ever since.
Trying hard not to cry he placed his own paw against the younger bear's paw, who was still looking back in childlike innocence and curiosity.
Two worlds, just separated by a mirror.
The freelancer stood there for a long time ... even after the image had faded and the connection between both worlds had been broken.
----
Wow. I have to admit that I'm totally stunned by this work
schiraki had created for me.
So much emotion, so many small details. Amazing lighting, warm and comfy on one side, cold and hard on the other, capturing the scene really perfectly.
Not sure what to say, just "Thank you sooooooooo much"!
You really did great!
Please people .. hop over and tell her that as well. Thank you!
"Big? How big?" Cayman, the Spectre's netrunner sounded worried. She did not like the voice of her leader. It's was too calm, too cold. Something was really bothering him.
"I don't know. I ... I think I found ... home."
Being the result of an ingenious lab project the young freelancer bear hybrid was not born naturally. Instead he has been artificially gestated, modified, implanted and conditioned for combat, resulting in an age that was impossible to pinpoint, but it gave him a very young look. That and the fact that he never had a childhood.
"Please Ghostbear, just be careful." pleaded another voice over the com channel, belonging to his best friend and second-in-command Cobalt. "You shouldn't have gone alone."
"I will be careful, don't worry. The place has been abandoned for years now. I will report in as soon as I'm back on the surface. Out" Without another word he wrenched open the old hatch, gripped his weapon harder and entered the airlock that led into the darkness.
Fourty minutes later he had already ventured deep into the compound, a mace of abandoned laboratories and storage units. Carefully making his way through the old research complex until he finally reached the laboratory he was looking for. Managing to startup an old backup generator the lights hesitantly flashed up, cold blue light illuminating the room.
"Oh god..." was all he could say. Broken and abandoned gestation tanks with their inhabitants still inside. Dead, but preserved by the greenish liquid. Bloody operation tables, syringes and IV bags lying around. Bitter bile rose up in his throat and he had to fight hard to keep his lunch down.
Trying to shut out the terrible scene around him he started one of the computer terminals, using Cayman's ICE-breaker virus to gain access. The data stored in there confirmed what he already knew. This _was_ home, this was the place where they ... made him. He quickly downloaded the data, somehow he managed to suppress his emotions, when a strange ripple behind him caught his attention.
The big mirror on the wall suddenly glowed with an eerie light, ripples of energy floating around the surface, when something happened that was never supposed to happen.
Two parallel worlds intermingling for a short moment. Two realities that should never have touched connected through the mirror.
Unbelieving he stared at the completely impossible scene in front of him.
A little bear, almost the same age, looked back at him. Honey colored eyes wide with surprise and curiosity but no fear as he placed his paw at the mirror from his side. That bear, it was impossible but it was .. him. The same hooded sweater, similar facial markings, the same streak of fur, only dyed in a bright purple color. Even the earrings were almost the same as his. And that room ...
Somehow the little bear's child room mirrored the laboratory. A crib instead of the gestation tanks, a skipping rope instead of a discarded IV line, a garland continuing as a pipe.
Staring at the little lynx plushie his parallel self was holding in his paws and then on the SMG he himself was grasping it's suddenly hit him like a punch. The lynx was the child's best friend. And his weapon ... Ouch.
Suddenly the freelancer had to fight back tears as he realized that he never had something like that. No childhood, none at all. Thrown into a brutal, cold world.
No innocence. Just fighting for survival ever since.
Trying hard not to cry he placed his own paw against the younger bear's paw, who was still looking back in childlike innocence and curiosity.
Two worlds, just separated by a mirror.
The freelancer stood there for a long time ... even after the image had faded and the connection between both worlds had been broken.
----
Wow. I have to admit that I'm totally stunned by this work

So much emotion, so many small details. Amazing lighting, warm and comfy on one side, cold and hard on the other, capturing the scene really perfectly.
Not sure what to say, just "Thank you sooooooooo much"!
You really did great!
Please people .. hop over and tell her that as well. Thank you!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / General Furry Art
Species Bear (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1200 x 843px
File Size 461.7 kB
I love the picture and story and I oddly reminds me of this song...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Auft.....eature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Auft.....eature=related
I feel like this sometimes... Seeing my past and the things that could have been but never were... Tore me to pieces just a couple years ago. Not as much anymore, but I am able to live it out a bit more in the world I actually live in :3. Though... I will never regain that feeling of true innocence I once had... :/
I think that's a feeling we all lose over time. It's a bit sad, but living in the "normal" world, working, studying .. there's not much one can do to avoid it.
But we can try to regain it a bit. And preserve what we still have.
(Eh sorry for the super late reply, somehow I missed your comment and just saw it when somebody commented on the picture today again)
But we can try to regain it a bit. And preserve what we still have.
(Eh sorry for the super late reply, somehow I missed your comment and just saw it when somebody commented on the picture today again)
Yup. My belief is that being happy and successful, and trying to love what you CAN do in the real world can lead to a much more relaxed and carefree experience revolving around this particular babyfur interest. I think a lot of people cling on so hard to their fantasies, and it hurts them because they have no footing in reality. Reality is scary, but it allows us something to hold onto to care for social and financial needs.
(No problem, friend :3
(No problem, friend :3
A mirror is a bit of a classic, but I always loved the mirror setting. But in the first place I imagined a smaller mirror in my head, when I commissioned the picture.
Schiraki surprised me with the mirror wall and I immediately fell in love with her approach. So credit goes to her :3 Along with the credit for the art itself.
Schiraki surprised me with the mirror wall and I immediately fell in love with her approach. So credit goes to her :3 Along with the credit for the art itself.
i had a back story for my sona before i decided to go hybrid my imagination right now isent doing well do to everything me and whats left of my family is dealing with i suppose thats why pictures of furs comforting eatchother especially with littles get me teary eyed and envious
this is one of those pics that gets to me its beautiful work
this is one of those pics that gets to me its beautiful work
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