Multiplication

It was so quiet. So incredibly quiet. One day, I had thought to myself, what if there was no silence, and everything was just so loud? What if there was no rain, and everything was all shiny and bright? What if there was no light, and everything was just shadowed?
PART ONE 
9 hours before the incident.
My head was pounding, like a massive headache that's impossible to get rid of. It drummed on as I stood, ever so slowly, out of my nest. The warmth had not yet collected into my fur, but stayed in the safety of that collection of feathers, straws that are sharp but can't exactly poke you, and a nice layer of grass to even it out. At first, my legs had failed me, as I blinked away the exhaustion: trembling, I collapsed back into the nest of mine.. I don't know, maybe it was just that thing everyone gets - you know, where your legs feel all weak when you first stand up after sitting for so long or laying down. Or it could possibly be the annoying background hum of boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.. The headache that seemed to say "bad day?" - but who am I kidding? Headaches can't talk. If they could, I'm sure they'd be a pretty big pain in the neck for some of us.
That's when my mind went fuzzy.
When I attempted to stand again, to go out into camp, the headache totally disappeared as I blinked the sleep away from my eyes.. for the second time. The beat, so rhythmic (somehow calming??) and casual had lost its boom-ba-boom-ba-boom. But in exchange, I had received a pretty bad case of memory loss, one that erased all thoughts from my brain and connections with certain people. I had felt, in that moment, like I didn't have access to my mind at all. All my grudges, opinions, interests, had disappeared along with the beat. Some would say that at this point, I wouldn't be able to hunt, fight, or even just simply talk, because if my thoughts had been erased, so would my knowledge of doing such actions.
WIP
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