Ch. 2
Tunneler ran around the warehouse, searching for an exit. Somehow, every door, gate, and window had closed. He heard something move behind him. Turning around, the puppet saw a sight he didn't expect to see: that of a six-year-old girl on a tricycle wearing a gas mask, pointing at him. Panicking, Tunneler charged the girl. Instead of the blood and screams of pain that usually accompanied this, the girl vanished upon contact. He was unable to ponder this for very long, for an orange beam flashed over his head. More soon followed. "The master wants him alive, idiot!" an annoying voice reprimanded. In the direction of the voice, two objects were to be found. One was a baby doll, with an angry expression. The other was half the size of Tunneler, with metallic silver skin. It has red eyes, and laser guns where its hands should be. 'Robot' would have been the best word to describe it.
"So, this is the place?" Walter asked Dana.
"This is where I tracked his energy to,' she answered. This was no surprise to Walter, for he had known of Dana's abilities for quite some time. Both of them, for an indeterminate amount of time, had possessed powers that others had labeled as psychic. In fact, they were what allowed them to attach to the puppets. Using their connection, Dana was able to locate any object she had touched in the past. Walter could read minds. Being different didn't work well for either of them. Going into their respective pasts would be tedious, but let us say that they were both homeless and out of contact with their families when they met. Jesse Tulon had taken them in, and the puppets had become their family. Now a member of their family of their family had been stolen, and they would stop at nothing to get him back.
"That's odd. The doors were open the last time I was here," Dana remarked.
"It doesn't matter. Let's find a way in." The puppet beside Walter grunted in agreement.
Tunneler was strapped to a box. He was very uncomfortable. The baby doll, who had introduced himself as 'Oopsy Daisy', glared at him with one eye. The other had been damaged by a drill. "Now, spinny, are you gonna cooperate, or am I gonna have to keep you tied up like some bondage fetish?" Oopsy Daisy asked threateningly, still in that annoying voice of his. After struggling a little longer, the puppet surrendered. The doll smiled, an evil little smile. "You're a freakin' genius." Ignoring him, the puppet looked questioningly at the robot-thing. "That would be Mr. Static. He may not look like much, but his weapons are hot, and not in the lookin' way. He's one of my friends here, along with Teddy Grizzly and Jack-Attack, who I'll introduce when we meet them." Something seemed off about the way the baby said 'friends', and his speech sounded snide. "Ah, there's old Jumpin' Jack, minus the 'flash'." Maniacal laughter resonated behind Tunneler.
The Kid sensed the outsiders. They inspected the outside of his warehouse, looking for an entrance. He couldn't place it, but there was something familiar about the energy radiating from them. After a brief moment of reflection, he was able to place it. They were connected to the new toy. Not in a magical way, as he would have suspected, but in some other way. Not magic, not radio waves of any sort, it is, is, um, uh, psychic! Yes, that's it! He briefly congratulated himself, before remembering how much he hated psychics. Great. Oh well, let the battle begin. He sensed other figurines like the one in his warehouse, all psychically connected. I wonder, if the two people were dead, if I could make a connection. He smiled. They could leave this building. They could capture the needed woman. They could help me escape.
