Turning the head around in your hands, trying to find a battery compartment or a charging port or anything to indicate that what you were conversing with was actually some stupidly expensive remote controlled toy that someone was using to prank you, you found nothing but soft hair, squishy cheeks, and eyes that playfully smirked at you as you tried to comprehend what was going on.
"You're lucky I don't have vertigo. Or personal space." Amy teased, her head being held upside down as you observed the smooth surface of her neck stump and her voice muffled your fingers dug into her cheeks to hold her firmly.
Realizing that you hadn't spoken a word to her in nearly a minute, you remember your manners. "Sorry! I... uh... it's just... uh..."
Unable to form one coherent sentence, you flipped Amy's head right side up, her short cut black hair whipping around a little from the speed of your embarrassed movements. You set her down on the coffee table facing you, her playful eyes and tight lips flinching a little as they came into contact with the table's cold surface. "Oh, sorry! Let me get you a... seat?" you said, not sure what exactly a living severed head would call the thing it rested on. Removing a firm yet comfortable square pillow from your couch, you set the pillow beside Amy's head, move her onto the pillow, then scoot the pillow back to the spot she'd been resting on so that she was directly in front of you.
"Wow, such a gentleman!" She joked.
"I'm sorry, this is all just so crazy! I'm talking to a living head who's acting like this is all totally normal!" You say, exasperated.
"I'm just messing with you, I appreciate the interest and the hospitality. Do you know how many times people have screamed right in my face and then dropped me?" She asked.
"You do this often?" You ask, incredulous.
"Well, not really." She admits. "I just do it to haze Cleo's old friends. Still, I've been screamed at twice, dropped three times, and once this guy straight up tried to exercise me like a demon! And I've only delivered myself to six people, including you! That's like a 50% freak out rate!"
"Cleo... Cleo Venzini?" You ask, recognizing the name of your old highschool friend and remembering the head's comment that she'd heard about you from someone you went to school with. "Wait, who tried to exorcise you?"
Her head twitched, the tiny stump of neck doing its best to nod but finding the action impossible. "So you do remember Cleo! She was worried you'd forgotten about her, hasn't heard from you since you ran off to college." Amy said, causing your expression to sour slightly. She was correct, you hadn't reached out to her in years. You'd dated her for two years in highschool, but after a very messy breakup involving her alcoholic mother throwing a bottle at your head, your overprotective parents threatening legal action, and a lot of nasty school rumors, you’d never had the courage to try and get back into her life.
“Uh, anyway, the guy who tried to exorcise me was this big football playing guy named Zach. He screamed like a little girl when he opened the box too, flapped his hands and everything! Cleo and I knew him in freshman year of college. Neither of us knew he hardcore believed in demons before that day, though now he’s pretty chill about head popping. And swapping. Seen him and his girlfriend wearing each other's bodies quite a lot these days.” Amy rambled, noticing your sad expression when your pat with Cleo was brought up and trying to lighten the mood and distract you.
It worked. “Wait, you can swap heads onto different bodies?” You ask.
“Yup! Doesn’t matter about color, age, gender, neck width, anything. You can even have two heads attached to one body!” She replied.
“Shut up!” You say, using the term as an expression of amazement rather than an actual command. You wanted to hear everything she had to say about this crazy town.
“I’m serious! Cleo and I are roomies and we go out double headed all the time, it’s really fun!” She said.
“Wait, who’s body do you wear?” You ask, shortly following it up with “And what’s your body doing right now, anyway.”
“We flip a coin. Not to brag, but we’re both fine.” She said with a confident wink. “As for what my body’s doing right now... dunno. I think it’s getting ready to take a shower.”
“You think?” You ask, tilting your head.
“Yeah. You see, right before you detach your head, you can actually set your body to different ‘modes’ by concentrating really hard. You can make it so that you control both your head and your body, you can make either your head or your body go numb and you can only feel control one, or you can make both parts sentient but independent of one another, and choose whether or not the two independent parts can feel what the other one feels or if they’re totally separate entities. Right now, my body is independent but we’re sharing senses with each other, but since I can’t actually see it I don’t know exactly what it’s doing. But I’m pretty sure I’m about to take a shower.” She said, feeling her body undress.
“That is so wild, I gotta try some of this stuff!” You say, excitement overtaking you. You decide to...
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