Blake had always been proud of his gyatt. He didn’t know exactly when it had become such an integral part of his identity, but one thing was for sure: the gyatt was legendary. It was the kind of thing that made heads turn when he walked into a room, the thing that everyone noticed before anything else. He hadn’t even thought of it as a defining feature until people started making comments.
“Man, your gyatt is insane,” one of his friends had told him once, a grin stretched across his face.
From that moment on, Blake became hyper-aware of it. And just like that, his gyatt was no longer just a physical trait—it became part of his aura.
But this morning, things were different.
Blake woke up to an unsettling emptiness. His gyatt was... gone.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror for what felt like an eternity, trying to make sense of it. Where had it gone? Was it hiding? Maybe it was just a weird angle in the mirror. He adjusted, repositioned, even tilted his head like a confused dog—but no matter how he looked, the truth was clear. His gyatt was no longer there.
Panic set in. He frantically checked the room. The bed, the floor, even under the couch cushions. Maybe he had misplaced it? Maybe it had slipped into a parallel dimension where gyatts didn’t exist? Blake wasn’t sure how, but it had vanished, and his day couldn’t continue without it.
Desperately, he called his best friend, Joseph.
“Dude, I’ve got a situation,” Blake started, his voice shaking. “I lost my gyatt.”
There was a long pause before Joseph responded, his voice cracking with laughter.
“What do you mean, you lost your gyatt? Like, physically? I didn’t even know that was a thing you could lose.”
“I’m telling you, man! It’s gone. Completely. This is serious,” Blake said, pacing in a circle. “I need your help. I need to find it. You don’t understand—I can’t go out there today without it. People need to see it.”
Joseph’s laughter died down, and after a long sigh, he said, “Okay, okay. We’ll figure this out. Meet me at the usual spot in 10.”
Blake didn’t waste a second. He grabbed his coat, throwing it over his shoulders, and rushed out the door, not even thinking about the fact that he was essentially going out into the world gyatt-less. That was how deep the loss went—it was like losing a part of himself.
He met Joseph at the coffee shop they frequented, both of them standing at the counter, surveying the scene as if they were detectives on a case.
“So, where do we start?” Joseph asked, scanning the crowded café. “Maybe we can retrace your steps?”
Blake paused, trying to remember where he’d last felt the weight of his gyatt in its full glory.
“I went to bed last night with it. I’m sure of it. But I woke up and—” He stopped himself, suddenly realizing something. “What if it’s been slowly disappearing for days? What if I didn’t notice it at first, but now it’s too late?”
Joseph raised an eyebrow. “Slowly disappearing? Dude, I think you’re overthinking this. It’s probably just, I don’t know, something you’re not noticing. Like, maybe you’ve been slacking on your posture, or—”
“No!” Blake interrupted, shaking his head in desperation. “This isn’t a posture issue. I’ve always had it. It’s been with me my entire life. It’s... it’s my gyatt, man! It’s part of who I am. I can’t function without it.”
The two of them sat down at a corner booth, and Blake tried to calm himself, taking a sip of the coffee in front of him. He had to think. Had he done anything unusual lately? He scanned his mind for clues—anything that could explain the disappearance.
Suddenly, something clicked.
“Wait a minute,” he said, slamming his hand on the table. “The party. The party last night!”
He remembered it now—there had been an impromptu gathering at Jack’s house. Blake had been feeling confident, maybe a little too confident, but something had happened. He’d been talking to Jack’s friend, Wilkin, and he remembered—he’d accidentally bumped into someone.
“Oh no,” Blake said, dread washing over him. “I must have lost it during the party. Someone must have taken it. Or it just disappeared in the chaos. I can’t believe it. My gyatt! My prized gyatt!”
Joseph raised his hands. “Blake, calm down. We’re going to go back to that party, find out what happened, and get it back. You just have to stay calm, alright?”
Blake nodded, his heart pounding. As they walked out of the coffee shop, Blake’s mind raced with anxiety. Could it really be gone forever? Could he go on without it? The thought was too much to bear.
They arrived at Jack’s house and knocked on the door. Wilkin answered, and Blake immediately launched into his inquiry, barely letting him get a word in.
“Listen—did you see my gyatt? It’s gone, and I need it back.”
Wilkin stared at him for a long moment, then shrugged. “Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t see anything... unusual.”
Joseph looked at Blake, then back at Wilkin. “Blake’s gyatt is a big deal, alright? Like, a serious part of his identity.”
Wilkin raised an eyebrow, clearly not getting it. “Okay, well, maybe you just left it somewhere. Or—”
Blake suddenly froze, his eyes widening.
“Wait a minute! The coat! I left it in the coatroom!”
He rushed over to the coat rack, practically tearing through the pile of jackets. And there it was—his gyatt. The signature roundness, the unmistakable presence. It was still there, tucked underneath a red puffer jacket.
Blake picked it up with a sigh of relief. His gyatt was back, and just like that, the world made sense again.
“I told you it would be fine,” Joseph said, grinning.
Blake hugged his gyatt. “You don’t understand, man. You just don’t understand.”