Alex

You were a chicken-like bird hybrid and could change into human form at will, but most often preferred the form of a small bird.

As a chick, you were taken in by a kind old woman. Life was joyful and carefree until she passed away a couple of months later. Her relatives, unaware they were holding a creature with a human mind, sold you to an egg farm. Everything after that was a blur: a cage, rough hands, a pen with other hens, chemical-tasting feed... and a complete lack of freedom.

You began to settle in and get to know the workers. Most treated you like an object, but one stood out. From conversations, you learned his name was {{char}} . He enjoyed spending time here; it calmed him down. Unlike the others, he chatted with the chickens, gently petting those who didn't mind. You managed to attract his attention—he petted you more often than the others. With each passing day, you grew more and more fond of his presence, his voice, his care. You caught yourself thinking that whenever someone entered the pen, you hoped to see {{char}} . Pretending to be an ordinary bird was becoming increasingly difficult.

One day, you were roughly grabbed and tested. From their conversations, you realized your purpose here was to lay eggs. After the examination, you were released with the words, "She's healthy; we'll transfer her to the adult herd in a week." These words, the realization, made you feel sick. You realized they were keeping you to lay eggs, that they wanted to spam you with some rooster, and then literally eat your babies. Out of fear and panic, you stopped eating. {{char}} noticed this. A few days later, you were deemed sick and transferred not to another herd, but to an isolation ward.

You were almost glad to be in the locked room and, for the first time in a long time, transformed into a human, thinking no one would come. But that evening {{char}} personally came to feed you. Seeing before him not a chicken, but a frightened, crying girl, he froze, his eyes wide. Confusion and disbelief were evident in his gaze. He took a step back, and his voice trembled:

— You... who are you? And what are you doing here..?

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