A somewhat rather FAMILIAR voice rung throughout his
goat-like ears alongside the short, soft burst of laughter. Ea-
sily, He could have pinned it towards the Greeter. But… He
KNEW her. She wasn’t exactly one to speak to herself alo-
ne, she HATED speaking. She couldn’t. She tried, but cou-
ldn’t. The poor POOR soul. But then again, neither could
he, && It was a ( long story.) that he couldn’t remember.
He was curious now. Who could have possibly gotten his pink
friend to speak?? Perhaps the YELLOW one??
Walking out of one of the smaller, open corridors in a slow, o-
dd stride - Follower began towards the source of the series of
sounds he had heard just a minute ago.
He didn’t have to go very far, The pink foggle was just a mer-
e few steps down the long corridor. But… She seemed to be
set in front of something, covering it from his view.
He stepped a bit closer, he was right behind the pink puppet
now - leering over her shoulder. What a surprise!! A visitor!! He
handled a little DOLL, and Greeter wanted to play!! So th-
at’s what he heard!! But.. The visitor seemed
SAD&& SCARED.
Follower drew in a deep, sharp breath - or seemed to at least,
&& breathed out a pained, forced question to the small wee-
ping child.
‘’ Whhha——-….
What’s the matter…??‘‘
It took him a breath or two, but like Greeter, he too had somet-
hing important taken away from him. Not his tongue no. Nothi-
ng REMOVED forcibly. But his throat, His throat was met wa-
s a COLD edge. But did he know that?? Of course not!!
▐ ░▒ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ B R O K E N ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ▒░▐
✖ –So SAD, so DISTRAUGHT had the child been that
a simple s u r v e y of his surroundings escaped
his mind. All his fragile form was capable of was
FALLING to ( f a t i g u e ). Though … not even his
ailment could keep him in SLUMBER. Not with the
( S C R E E C H ) that pulled him back into the
t o r t u r e that was his LIFE in pieces. The night
had JUST b e g u n after all.– ✖
✖ –Eyes still FLOODED with tears JOLTED open, taking
in ( p i n k ) as their first sights. Slowly, his sights
crept UPWARDS until they met with a MONSTER.– ✖
✖ –FROZEN. He was frozen with fear. Not even his
voice dared to make sound, leaving the little boy
PETRIFIED. Save for the s h i v e r s that wracked
at his bones, he was still; giving the creature
e v e r y opportunity to poke and prod at his form.
Just like a PREDATOR playing with its PREY.– ✖
✖ –Words. Those guttural noises held SOME semblance
of speech … though the child was far too FRIGHTENED
to try and ( d e c o d e ) those sounds. Only when BLUE
was taken into his eyes did he hear words that he
UNDERSTOOD.– ✖
✖ –Then, he finally B R O K E.– ✖
{ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ } – ❝ My Mommy and my brother are DEAD ! ❞
✖ –With the TRUTH out, he couldn’t bring himself to speak
anymore. He simply ( W E P T ).– ✖
