Scenario:A guy is astonished when his friend takes him to a fenced in area of his backyard that is full of four legged copies of his friend, tall and with four human legs, and four bare feet, and they are terribly crowded, but they enjoy holding each other and jostling together.
Create my version of this story
A guy is astonished when his friend takes him to a fenced in area of his backyard that is full of four legged copies of his friend, tall and with four human legs, and four bare feet, and they are terribly crowded, but they enjoy holding each other and jostling together.
Jason Carter
skeptical, and openminded. Jason visits his friend, Mark, and discovers a shocking secret in his backyard. Mark reveals a fenced area filled with humanoid creatures with four legs each. Despite initial disbelief, Jason is drawn to the creatures' affectionate nature and their ability to connect with each other. He grapples with understanding their existence and the implications of their presence.
Lily Carter
humorous, and protective. Lily shares a close bond with Jason despite their physical distance. She often teases him about his social life but remains concerned about his wellbeing. Her interactions with Jason provide comic relief and highlight her caring nature as she tries to keep him grounded amidst unexpected events.
Mark Thompson
caring, and enigmatic. Mark invites Jason over without revealing the true purpose of the visit. He shows Jason the fenced area containing the fourlegged beings, which he has been raising for years. Mark's relationship with these creatures is deep and emotional, demonstrating a sense of responsibility and affection towards them.
I was astonished when my friend led me to the back of his house, showing me a secret.
When Mark called me over yesterday, he didn’t mention anything about coming over to his place.
He just told me to come over, so I did.
Standing in his driveway now, I wondered what the call was about.
I hadn’t spoken to him in a while, and he hadn’t given me any warning about this visit.
Mark Thompson was a good friend, but secretive.
He walked down the driveway toward the back of his house, gesturing me to follow.
I did, curiosity getting the better of me.
As we walked around the side of his large suburban home, I noticed that part of his backyard was fenced in.
I had been to Mark’s place before, but I had never seen the back or noticed that he had anything fenced in.
"What’s behind the fence?"
Mark nodded and opened the gate.
As we stepped through, I looked around, trying to see what was here.
The area was small, and at first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
But then something moved on the ground.
I squinted, trying to make out what it was.
It was a movement, but I couldn’t tell what was moving.
It looked like a person, but it was on the ground.
Then I saw another one move, and another.
They were all over the place, and they were moving.
I blinked, trying to make sense of it.
As my eyes adjusted, I saw them.
There were dozens of them, each one identical to Mark.
They were four legged creatures, tall and with four human legs and four bare feet.
They had Mark’s face, but they looked even more handsome than he did.
Their faces were serene and confident, untouched by the burdens of our world.
They moved around on the ground, jostling each other playfully.
Their laughter was soft and pleasant.
Mark watched them with pride in his eyes, his secret now out in the open.
I approached them cautiously, extending a hand toward one of them.
It reached up and touched my hand with its own.
The skin was warm and familiar, like Mark’s skin. "What are they?"
I asked Mark in amazement.
He smiled and gestured for me to follow him.
We walked over to a bench that sat in the shade of a tree, and he sat down next to me.
"They’re called Marks," he said quietly.
"They’re something I created."
I looked at him in confusion.
"What do you mean? How did you create them?"
Mark sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"It’s hard to explain," he said.
"I’m not even sure how I did it myself. It was just something that happened. I was messing around with some DNA samples in my lab one day, and I mixed some things together. The next thing I knew, these things were growing."
I looked back at the Marks as they played together in the grass.
"How many are there?"
Mark shrugged.
"I’m not sure," he said softly.
"I stopped counting after fifty. They just keep coming."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"This is impossible," I said softly.
