irlbakugoukatsuki:

The year is 2048. Kin has taken over. There are three separate factions that reign over all.

Fictionkin

Otherkin

and the one that terroizes everyone,

Factkin.

I am a member of the Fictionkin Faction.

I am a ripe, cis male (straight) of the age 42. I approach the base of the Fictionkin Faction and demand to speak to the leader. I am taken there. A council of 8 different great leaders, all kin with unique characters.

“Ladies and Gentlekin,” i say. “I am here to join you as the 9th leader of the Fictionkin faction.”

“And what makes you think your qualified?” one spits at me.

“I…” I lower my glasses, revealing one eye coated in a blue contact, the other in a white. “…am Sans kin.”