her candy dolls lay discarded among the sparkling sugar, and frosted floors. it smells thickly of cotton candy.
usually, she's here. it's a nice place to keep sugar. nice and dry and cool down here - usually, she would be here, playing and singing - waiting for him.
he scrapes his bat into the crystals, displaces them - there's no sign of her hiding there, even though he digs a little deeper just to be sure.
did she finally run away? it's about time-
before his puppeteer can think to turn him away and leave, there's a nauseatingly sweet
candy rope, studded with small sweet and sour candies wrapping around his throat, coiling up to gag his monstrous maw and rein him back.
that stupid little girl-! he roars, gnaws at the ropes, thrashing as her skinny arms pull with all her weight, all of her body, wrapping it around his neck again, and again. he's not equipped to cure the oncoming paralysis, but his single-minded willpower won't let him stop.
he bites through the rope with a sticky crunch, but the insides are almost taffy - it sticks like cement in his teeth. It's impossible to wrestle free when it hardens.
"no one is better than me at this game.
not whoever you're lying to."
her eyes sting. his are empty, and so white. a vision of the world she can reach out and touch with her hands, as his neck sn-aps.
(her dear friend, do you even see the world when you're in it?)
dancing with you isn't fun anymore. :("
