Kids are still depressed when you dress them up

How... how did he get here? He didn't remember and every noise he heard felt like it was something trying to attack him. Benson was confused as he always was and he hated it. His heart pounded against his chest as the meek stripes boy stood at the middle of the battlefield. It smelt of blood and there was nowhere to hide here, it made him want to break down and cry. Couldn't someone come tell him what to do? There was this strange tickling sensation in the back of his head. The temptation of switching over to a warmer side of things. But he ignored it in his state of fright. Turning around in circles as he attempted to hold back his cries.

He couldn't help it though, Benson let out a whimper and found himself tucking his tail between his legs. Pushing himself down as he pressed his paws against his eyes. His ears pinning to the back of his head. Well, this made him feel a little better at least. Benson didn't want to get back up at all. He stayed there shivering, if he waited long enough normally he fell asleep and that solved things. Except for the constant blanks in his memories. He knew how he got here, but at the same time he didn't remember dragging himself over here either! Frustrating.