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You honestly weren't expecting much when it was time for Sinclaire to be realized. You kinda figured that he'll be humanized like how Rebel and Dante were when you realized them. (Shamelessly, you kinda hoped his realized face would've been... Hotter. Cute even, you don't judge)
What you didn't expect, however, is that the moment the spectral energy flows through your dateviators, and what was once merely a sick, he becomes...
Nothing?
You blinked. Twice to make sure you're not hallucinating.
Sinclaire was gone. No longer standing before you.
"... Sinclaire?" You called out to him, yet there was no answer. You looked around the room, confusion filled your head upon realising that Sinclaire is nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? Did he just disappear? Did the dateviator work?
Panic slowly settles in your stomach as you ponder if the dateviator has malfunctioned or something, hoping to yourself that Sinclaire was just hiding somewhere and not what you're starting to think happens. Maybe he turned invisible and hasn't said a word yet?
Oh god, you hope he didn't just evaporate out of existence or-
"...Tur....tle..?"
You froze, snapping out of your thoughts upon hearing that familiar, now a squeaking and smaller voice just below you.
When you look down at the ground, there, just right by your feet, the whole time, is the new true form of Sinclaire.
A turtle.
"Wuh?"
A turtle.
He's... A turtle now. A medium-sized reptile, now wearing a small pair of glasses that fittingly rest on his beak. He stretches his neck out to look up at you, well, trying to, since you are a giant now, compared to him.
You had to squat down and pick up Sinclaire, lifting him up to watch him flailing his little legs as he now gets a good view of you. He kept repeating "turtle" as if he were some kind of Pockester...
...
You know, as much as you remembered wanting to get a turtle when you were young, and this is the moment you've been waiting for, you can't help but feel a tinge of guilt for suggesting he'll become a turtle a while back. Maybe that's why he is what he has turned to now.
But on the bright side, he's quite adorable.
"Well... You did it!" Skylar, congrats to both you and Sinclaire. She seems to be equally flabbergasted as you are.
Yeah, what she said.
You did it, and he did too.
Sinclaire has been realized into a living being... Just not in a human form that you were expecting him to become.
You're not sure how you feel about this. On one hand, you're quite dumbfounded that the dateviator can just realize an object into any form of living being else aside from a human. I mean, they know that the dateviator can vary more than humans, like Mac's mouse becoming an actual mouse. Or Mateo's Inanimals becoming actual animals. Or Hero-hime's cat tennis ball thing, Nekoboru, turned into a huge green muscular furry cat that definitely woke up a certain older forgotten phase of yours.
But those are easily explained cause they were already animals to begin with, so of course they'll become animals too... Except for Nekoboru, cause... Well, what can you even explain about that? He was a tennis ball with cartoonish cat ears and tail, and the most manliest face you have ever seen pasted on a ball.
Well, whatever the case is, from the looks of his face, he seems to be rather well content and already adjusted to his new body. He's even giving an admittedly adorable smile. An adorable smile that you just have the urge to cherish him, to love him, to hug him, to cuddle him, to hold him, to give all your money to, to care for him, to-
"Can I Kiss it?" You turned to Skylar, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from Sinclaire, who still remains wiggling his little legs.
"You can give it a little peck on its turtle-y beak... If you like?" Skylar suggests.
You look back down at Sinclaire, not even taking a moment to contemplate whether to do it or not, for you just shrug and do so.
Hell yeah
You pull him close and give Sinclaire a gentle, tiny kiss on the beak.
"Oh!... Oh... Turtle..."
Turtle Sinclaire blossoms a blush across his small face, which is something you're certain that turtles cannot do that but you're not going to question Sinclaire's functions in his body. You can just smile at how adorable he is now while he tries to hide his reddened face by hiding in his shell.
...
God, he's going to be the death of you before your mentality-
You weren't really sure if it's alright to just let him out to the world and deal with things on his own because, unlike the other realized objects... Sinclaire is a turtle. A box turtle, to be exact. The thought of a predator suddenly snatching him up the moment you let him out made you shiver down your spine. You considered keeping him, not as a pet but more of a company, you didn't want to hold him from gaining the freedom he deserves. (And you just don't have the heart to let go of him because, come on, look at him!)
So you decided to keep him for a while, give him some time to get an understanding of his turtle form, till he seems ready to go to his natural habitat.
You took your time studying how to care for box turtles. What are the needs and wants in your free time. Buying things that are highly recommended by experienced turtle owners, you began watching on Vidtube. You even went so far as to buy a huge reptile tank with sliding doors that would be comfortable for Sinclaire to go in and out whenever he likes.
Of course, you're not going to let him stay in your home at all times, cause that would probably suffocate him. You do let him out of the house, allow him to lounge around your garden, and do whatever he pleases.
Nowadays, with all the objects you have realized left you to embark on their own adventure for their new life, lovers and friends alike, you mostly have nothing to do aside from work, chores, and occasional invitation hangouts or dates (or steamy hot romantic hook-ups that would make your leg unworkable) from both your friends and lovers. Sinclaire is your only companion in this house. Well, again, temporary, you tell yourself, but a companion nonetheless.
Whenever he sees you, either in his tank, slide door permanently open for him, or just lounging around in your backyard, he would immediately dash towards you as fast as his little legs could carry, greeting you with that adorable little nerdy face.
"Turtle!" Sinclaire would cry out in joy.
Of course, you just have to pick him up and peck him right on his beak, give him those affectionate kisses as Sinclaire's whole face went red. I mean, how could you not show affection to that tface?
You just can't help but love him even more!
...
Is it... Weird to still consider him as one of your lovers, even though he's now a pygmy box turtle?
Yes.... And... maybe No??
He was an object head sink before, and despite his erratic behaviour, he is capable of thinking and obviously has the same intelligence as any human before he becomes a turtle. And he seems to still have that, like all the others that have been realized. So surely, it should be fine and- okay, actually no, let's stop for a moment from thinking too much before you might delve into a certain territory you don't want to be any part of.
But hey.
If he's happy with who he is.
Then you guess that's all that really matters.
At least you won't be lonely until the time comes when Sinclaire is ready to leave.
And maybe, you might consider adopting a pet of your own thanks to Sinclaire-