There are certain phrases in this world that impact a person in way's you can't even understand until they are spoken to you. 'I love you.' three simple words on their own, but together they are magic. 'I hate you." said by the right person can wreck you. 'your going to die' well, those words sewn together were devastating.

I was told that three months ago, by the doctors. they estimated I had about two-to- four weeks left now. I had tried everything available, every test, every doctor, no matter how unorthodox, no matter how expensive. Still the doctor would look at me with the same sad eye's 'your dying.' but I refused to give up, I wasn't just going to die, not without one hell of a fight. I wanted to leave this world knowing I tried my damndest to live, though the more I fought the deeper debt I was in. That was a problem for if I lived though. Can't expect money from me if I'm dead. It's not like it would fall onto my family after I was gone anyways. I had no family.

My stomach growled but I didn't dare eat, for the last week nothing would stay down. I was getting close death, I could feel it. And boy was it scary. I didn't have many regrets, my life no matter how short had been good. Maybe not what a normal person would think as good, seeing as I spent my life in a boy's home, lived in a crap apartment, and had no close friends- but I wasn't normal. I liked being alone, being around people made me feel suffocated and anxious. Maybe that's why people thought it was so weird that I was fighting so hard, in their eyes I was fighting for nothing.

There was a knock on the door, my breathing was laboured- it always was- so it was a struggle to call out.

"Come in." I croaked, pulling my heavy body into a sitting position on the couch, the door opened and one of the many doctors I had gone to came in. "Doctor. Omel?" he hurriedly walked to me sitting on the love seat across from the couch. He was a tall, skinny, blond English man, with what could only be described as crazy eye's.

"Sven Hartt, I'm here to tell you about a recent development I made that could save you, or kill you." Um what? Who just opens with that? "You are out of options the way I see it, this could very well be the last chance you have." he said in a thick English accent. Well he was right about that, I was at a dead end.

"Lay it on me." I sighed.

"I have created a machine that can heal you, The only catch is, is that your soul has to leave your body during the process. It will be suspended in time, until your body has recovered. Theoretically of course." Of course, it's always theoretically with Doctor crazy eye's. "What do you have to loose?" I starred down at the carpet, I had nothing to loose. If it worked I'd be healed, if it didn't- well I was going to die anyways.

"Hand over the paper work."

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I was still filling out the consent forms by the time we arrived at his 'lab' though it looked to me like an abandoned building, but I decided not to point that out and potentially offend the man who would be removing my soul from my body, although when I read over the paper work it said something about dimensional travel, to renew the body or something like that. Either way I was getting healed, and it was free so that was a plus. I followed the doctor down into the basement of the rundown building, with his assistance. Once we got down stairs though it looked like a state of the art lab, so that was good news.

"Change into the gown then step into that chamber." Doctor Omel ordered. We went through the boring process of verbal consent, and I stood in said glass chamber for what felt like forever while I watched the Doctor type away on the computer. He came up to the chamber's doorway. "Where ever you end up you might not have any recollection of your life here. This here is a folder of your medical information." He handed me said folder.

"I thought you said it was just my soul leaving, and you said nothing about it going anywhere else." I said starring at the man pointedly. He just shrugged as though it didn't matter.

"You read the papers." He ran a hand through his hair. "Okay so there is a possibility you will not be transported in the same form." what the hell did that mean? "And there is also a possibility you will die, are you still sure you want to do this." He eyed me carefully. He had asked me this question a million times already.

"Yes, I'm sure." He clapped his hands merrily pressing a few buttons on the control panel of the chamber, and the glass door shut, making a whizzing noise as it was sealed.

"This chamber is going to fill with liquid, try not to panic." sure I'll just watch as I slowly am submerged and NOT panic. "Ready Mr. Hartt?" I nodded to him. What do I have left to loose?

He started feverishly typing on the computer and adjusting nobs on the control board, I felt like I was in a bad sci- fy movie or something. The chamber started filling with strange clear liquid, but as it reached my toes I could tell it wasn't water. Water doesn't sting. The Doctors face went from hopeful to excited as he watched the liquid slowly climbing up my legs, as it reached my knees he pressed a button and the pad I was standing on began to glow, and all outside noise was replaced with a whirring sound.

Don't panic, don't panic.

Although it was hard not to panic when the doctors excited expression changed to terrified. He went back to the computer typing like a maniac, he looked at me, I couldn't hear what he said but I read his lips. 'Stand very still' easier said than done. The computer he was working on and control board caught on fire. Well shit. The water was about to fully cover me now, I tugged in a last breath. The fire was spreading, a faint sound of an explosion reached my ears and the last thing I saw was Doctor Omel mouthing 'good luck'.

Than everything was white, sometimes I'd see something through the white, as if it was nothing but a cloud of smoke. Finally it felt as though I zeroed in on a hazzy image, that's when the spinning started, it kind of reminded me of being flushed down a toilet. The spinning stopped, and I fell hard onto a wooden surface, A puff of tobacco smelling smoke came at me. I coughed, looking up. I quickly backed away from what I saw. It was a giant, I'm not even joking, no words of a lie, there was a giant in front of me. He was wearing a strange looking white and red hat and matching robes, with a pipe hanging out of his mouth. He was starring at me slightly amused than reached for me. I quickly backed away falling off of what seemed like a damn cliff squeaking as I fell down. I looked back up, turns out the giant was just looking at the file I had brought with me.

"Hmmmmm" he said thoughtfully flipping through the papers, his voice was gravely and deep. "Well little guy I have no Idea what any of this means." He said placing the papers down. I tried to tell him what it was, but I couldn't talk. I tried to stand. My legs were shaky, but weirder than that was the fact that I had four. I began panicking. What the hell was I? A dog? "Lets bring this to the codes and encryption department, than bring you to the Inuzuka vet. I'm not sure if they can do anything for foxes but it's worth a shot."

A fox?

I was a fox.

Well that's just bloody brilliant.

This story is brought to you inpart by Pokezeb, the master mind behind the Idea, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

I will be updateing this story one to two times a week, I have most of it written out already!

the first few chapters will be short but the others are crazzzzzzy long, so hang in there 3

Also I dun got a beta o,o so if there are mistakes I am very sorry, I dont know how to get a beta, so i just do the best I can \o.o/