When Puppycorn woke, he could hear worried talking from infront of him. He groaned, hearing the happy sigh of relief.
"What happened? You passed out..." he heard Goggles say. He gulped, the memory flooding back to him.
He felt something cold- a rag- gently be put onto his forehead.
"The guy..." he heard himself sniffle. Was he crying? He didn't feel the tears running down his face. "He's here..."
"Huh? Who's here?" Goggles asked him, getting the pup to shake more.
"The one who blinded me."
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"8. I have a mission for you."
"Okay boss- but why are we going by numbers now again? They aren't our names-"
"Silence, 8. I have something for you to take to her."
"...okay, boss."
the crinkle of paper, the steps away, the shaken breaths, the moving of fabric.
He knew this was a bad idea.