Disclaimer : I Do Not Own the Boxtrolls.
Boxtrolls
Precious Family
Chapter Three
Winnie rubbed her hands, clearly pleased with a job well done when she froze.
"Uh oh" she whispered once she realised that she had thrown her father's most prized possession where a boxtroll could come along and steal it!
The young girl hurried down the large steps and into the foyer. She slowly unlocked the door and opened it. Winnie took a single deep breath before emerging into the street.
She slowly approached the hat, muttering "I can do this" under her breath with every step.
The hat almost seemed illuminated as she got closer. Then she heard a rustle and a bin lid hitting the group. She grabbed at her chest, attempting to slow her racing heart and quiet her breathes.
"Whose there?" she called, her voice hiding her fear. When a figure made its way to Winnie through the fog, she would deny till her dying breath her three quick steps backward.
She scrunches up her eyes to get a better look at the hunch over figure with glowing round eyes. Winne held her breath with the thought that the boxtrolls can create their own monsters.
Then Winnie released a loud gasp as the figure stood up straighter to get a better look at her.
The figure came closer and remove its goggles, revealing a young boy staring at her. She took a another step back before bring her courage forward.
"Who are you boy?" Winnie demanded. The boy frowned in confusion.
"Boy?" he questioned before being grabbed by two boxtrolls into the darkness. Winnie, naturally, screamed before seeing the boxtroll catchers giving chase. Then she quickly grabs her father hat to make her way back to her house. Archibald Snatcher grabs her before she can take another step.
"Hmm" he hummed, "someone's out past curfew. Very, very dangerous."
Winnie stared at him, white faced, before she muttered : "I saw a boy."
Snatcher, however, was too busy taking the white hat from her lifeless grasp to listen properly.
"All I saw was filthy boxtrolls" he said. The Snatcher turned a yellow, fake smile on the young girl.
"Miss Portly-Rind" he gushed, "allow me to escort you home." He offered her his arm. She pushes it away and wipes her hands on her night clothes.
"I can escort myself, thank you very much" and turns her back to him. Snatcher grunts, grabs her by the arm and starts dragging her home.
"Honestly, I can take the hat and return myself. I'm sure that the boxtrolls are all gone for tonight" she said.
"I'm just wanting to know how the hat got out here in the first place, is all?" replied Snatcher, before rapping his oily knuckles on the white door.