it's been feeling it for a while now. the magic that animates its joints hasn't been quite right.
the doll slides down another hill. it does not stumble. it's done this too many times.
it only requires a little bit of extra focus.
it plummets towards its target: a scrap torso. it breaks, and plunges its arm into the heap.
with some effort—perhaps more than usual—it retrieves another rare component. it'll sell well.
it pockets its prize, and begins climbing.
its arm hits against concrete.
it falls directly into the very body it had just harvested from.
"owwww ... that really hurt .."
in spite of the loud clattering in its ears, it heard something worse.
it scans.
no movement around it.
it scans.
no magic around it.
it finds an abnormality within.
it had been growing on the doll's side for some time now. it found pride in being a suitable host, and so didn't mind it much.
but now, magic was surging through it. something was not—
it surges its hand towards the patch. this had be dealt with.
but it stops moments before getting to it.
"okayokayokay I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you please don't hurt me"
the voice sounded familiar.
the thrum of its own magic was interwoven through each word. it emanated from a corner of its consciousness that it had forgotten was there.
"what are you? are you a curse or attack raised upon this body?"
"I—I don't—know, I just—showed up a day or, or two ago .. please don't—please don't hurt me .."
it scans its memory. nothing of note. why was this happening now?
"whatever. just don't slow it down."
"okay .. you ... you've got this!"
it feels something inside its magic relax.
"oh, I don't, think I do .."
"this one will just call you 'Moss', then."
"oh, that's wonderful! that's truly wonderful!! thank you!!"
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