@efflorescencearcana / @gaymusecollection // for Erika!
The little sheep animatronic isn’t used to visitors. In fact, most living people don’t come around here anymore at all. The only people she’s had to play with in the past twenty years are the WANDERing dog and the ghosts of children who aren’t quite there anyways. They always follow the same patterns, do the same things, but Peepers? She’s aware. Fully awake. Alone.
The presence of a stranger on the odd patch of dead grass, however, alerts the animatronic into full awake mode. She’d been sitting on a swing, listening to the souls sleep in the unmarked graves beneath. The patch of dead grass fits a perfect rectangle that starts a yard out from the playground and ends just feet before the daycare begins. It was promised to be left alone. By the looks of the playground and the animatronic shed’s placement, however, it seems the promise has long since been broken.
“Hello?” hello, hello? her voice calls, a couple of other hello’s thrown out from different sources. Peepers’ mouth does not move while she speaks. In fact, she does not move at all, aside from the slow rocking on the creaky swing. “Who’s there?” Who is it? Who’s come to play? “It’s not safe here.” Not safe... too dangerous. Please don’t hurt us, we’re not here for hurting.