Continuation of MUPR:Y1:R1 “In the Wake of the Blast” with Jaredthefox92

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 * Grief the fox.

As you approach the pile, what gender will you find? [Male] [Female] Once decided, please write your response.
{Female}

Beginning
As Grief approaches the pile, it slowly starts to move, the black sand shifting up just slightly before collapsing once again. The faintest sound came from it, almost like a ripple, or a coo.

"I didn't do it, just so everyone is clear if you're still alive. I did not do this!" He yelled out.

The sand once again tried to move up. As it eventually cooled down, it developed into a mostly indistinguishable figure. There were no eyes, or ears, or nose. The hands were little other than stubs like the feet. It could only be distinguished as female based on the form of the torso, particularly the thinner waist. They, or she, was looking at Grief supposedly, though still without any noticeable eyes.

"What is this? Some sort of Playdoh with a brain?" The fox asked in the most idiotic question imaginable.

"... N... no..." A distorted voice spoke out. It sounded somewhat defensive through the static. Small white and dark blue sparks moved about as the figure began observing herself.

"So you can talk huh?" The black fured fox simply asked.

The figure was too busy turning about, looking at the remains of the wreckage, to pay attention. Her body began to static a bit at the sight of it all.

"Don't look at me, I didn't do it, this time." The fox replied.

"What?" She looked back to Grief. "This time?"

"Nothing, nothing." He replied.

"... Where, am I...?"

"Mobius." The fox replied.

She looked around again. "And... I did this... didn't I?"