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Hide and Seek
Prompt: Lefty knew where to find him.
He presses back against the door as hard as he can to keep it closed. His entire body is trembling like a leaf. One hand clutches tightly over his mouth while the other is on the floor, pressing into the grooves of the tile, trying to get some sort of grip. The door only has a flimsy lock, so his grip is direly needed in keeping the door closed, and he still doesn't think it'll be enough.
Heavy footsteps thump down the hall as he shivers and shakes on the floor. It's coming now and he tries to be silent as it closes in on the door. He hears the shuffling as the large feet stop outside. There's a light thumping from higher on the wood and he knows it's not a hand, but its head bumping against. It's pressing its head against the door to listen in. He's never been so quiet in his life.
And then that quietness is broken by a voice.
"I've finally found you."
As though it can hear the purple tears rolling down his mask.
Prompt: Can you hear the Puppet crying?
Finally, it has found him. It has been looking for so long and now he hears him on the other side of the door. One yellow eye stares out nearly dead as all focus goes to the soft chimes of distress on the other side. It feels his chest start to shift, ready to open and accept him in whole. It can't wait a moment longer- it's time.
Within moments and with only a few strikes, the black bear breaks through the flimsy door. It slams open against the wall as the black and white figure skitters back across the tiles and presses against the wall on the other side of the closet. Just seeing the Puppet awakens something in it that has been slumbering for so long. An unrelenting desire to become whole.
It starts to step closer to the thin figure. The Puppet will fit so well inside, and in its mind, it sees the crying as tears of joy. He doesn't belong out here, suffering alone, but safe in the warmth inside of its storage tank, where it will never need to wake again. The Puppet will finally sleep, as it should be.
The black bear stands over him when its chest begins to open and reveal the dark maw inside. It wants to silence that crying in the only way it knows how- by smothering it inside its own hulking frame. The Puppet needs to be closed up tightly and put back to sleep, if his sobbing is any indication.
Lefty hears every purple tear...
…but it doesn't hear the golden bear come up from behind, and it doesn't hear anything else after that.