Sep 27, 2020
“Jack pushed open the lid of his box and peered about the dark, dusty gloom. Where am I? Toys he hadn’t seen for years lay scattered about like discarded rags. A cold terror seized his heart. Holy crap! I’m in the Underbed!
Suddenly he recalled, with a chillingly clarity, Thomas calling him a little kid’s toy.
Sure the boy’s ten years old now, Jack reasoned, a swell of panic tightening his chest. I know that he might be outgrowing some of his toys. But not...me? “
Plucker: Brom
Still have a lot to learn about shading, though I’m pleased to have actually finished this one!