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Despite the commotion and frantic screaming, Huey took no steps further, in fact, he took them back. The book he held so dear clutched to his chest as his breathing began frantically changing from slow to rapid intakes of air. The red light blaring and blinking allowing him to see past the darkness of the room.
This had been a mistake, a mistake. He knew that going against what he believed was the right thing to do would come to kick him later. Webby's voice still rung on the background of his panic attack. He didn't want to leave.
How could he after that!?
How could he go out into the nothing without knowing what waited for him? The book lied to him, his safety net broken and his world shaken. Huey Duck for once didn't know what to believe in, what to do.He was too young for his world to break so easily.
The metal roared and crackled under the recently applied pressure of the damaged roof once more and yet the child didn't move from his spot.
He knew what was going to happen. He knew that the rocks would continue to pile, that the roof wouldn't hold much longer. That the blaring light will cease to light up his vision not because it turned off, but because he would no longer need to see anything.
He knew that. At least Huey knew, he knew what would happen. But out there? With those creatures? With those things he had never imagined would be real? How does one do that? How do you face the unknown?
