Disclaimer: Trigger Warning! I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Elizabeth and the idea for this story.
Elizabeth found herself walking between the cartoons— the gun still pointed at her— as they made their way down the street. She glanced around at her neighbors' houses, decorated for the spooky Holiday that was tonight. She thought back to this night a few years ago when she and her husband— before he was even her boyfriend— were in her room and the subject of them getting together came up. Not even two years later, they were married and had a new anniversary, but they still celebrated on Halloween as well.
And now I might never see him again, she thought, on the verge of crying again, but she forced down the tears.
As she looked around the neighborhood, she really hoped that someone would see her and come over to ask her what was up so she could escape the cartoons and spend this day with her husband like she planned. But nobody was around and everything was silent.
Finally, they came to the end of the street, and to her surprise, Mr. Small took a right and headed down that way. She was confused. This way was a dead end. Where are they taking me?
She was so lost in thought that she wasn't watching where she was going and she tripped over something. Painfully, she landed on her hands and knees on the hard ground.
The cartoons looked down at her. There was amusement in the small Mr. Man's eyes while concern flash across his friend's face. "You should be more careful," Mr. Small said with laughter in his voice.
With a grunt, the girl moved into a sitting position. He knew how clumsy she could be, and once he would have worried about her if she'd trip or run into something. She tried to recognize the kind-hearted cartoon she used to know. Now she just saw someone who thought it was funny that she got hurt. He hasn't been the same since the day they decided to take advantage of her.
Trying to ignore her ex-boyfriend, she pushed off the ground, but her leg hurt too much to support her weight and she fell down again. Looking, she saw the blood slowly oozing out of her knee and her feet were all scratched up.
They were in such a rush to get me out of there, that they didn't let me put my shoes on! And I forgot too… She sighed to herself.
"Come on; get up." All laughter drained from Mr. Small, to be replaced by impatience the longer she sat there on the ground. The pain in her leg was growing by the second, and she swallowed her agony as she tried stumbling back to her feet. It was no use. She fell back down with a gasp. The small Mr. Man rolled his eyes. "Pick her up," he ordered his best friend.
Mr. Nosy, still holding the gun in one hand, bent over and carefully picked her up, carrying her in his arms.
They continued to walk, and all the while, Elizabeth kept glancing around, hoping nobody saw her floating in midair. She didn't want to have to explain herself, but she thought maybe it wouldn't be hard to convince someone that cartoons were real if they saw her hovering. She began to hope that someone would see her. Then they could save her. But nobody appeared in the deserted neighborhood.
At last the cartoons turned down a dirt road where they passed a couple of trailers, stopping once they arrived at the third one. Mr. Small hopped up the steps without hesitation and opened the door, walking in. His friend, who was still carrying Elizabeth, followed him.
The light green Mr. Man gently let her climb out of his arms. The pain in her leg seemed far away as she looked around the room. Clearly nobody lived here. This trailer was empty of fortune and all life. It was kind of spooky in here.
Elizabeth watched as the friends started to head to another part of the trailer, and she hurried after them, limping a little because of her injury.
There was only a single chair in this room and somehow it looked different from everything else around and after a moment she realized that it came from their universe so that if people without the power to see cartoons came here, they wouldn't be able to see it.
"Interesting," she murmured to herself. She always found the other world very fascinating.
Mr. Small pushed the chair across the room to what looked like a closet. He climbed onto the chair, reaching for the knob. The girl watched curiously as he closed his eyes and light started shining through the cracks of the door. She remembered seeing that for the very first time all those years ago, and she began to miss the old times, before they turned mean and cold.
The small man hopped out of the chair and moved it aside so he could open the door.
Elizabeth's eyes went huge when she found herself staring into another room, this one having twin beds along with a table that held a lamp on it between the beds. Almost immediately, she realized that she must be staring into the best friends' room in their own world.
Mr. Small walked through the portal. The girl glanced over her shoulder to catch one last glance outside before Mr. Nosy pushed her through after his best friend.
When she stumbled out of the portal, she lost her footing, and fell on her hands and knees, wincing from the pressure put on her sore leg.
"Don't you know how to walk?" Mr. Small appeared in front of her. "Anyone would think you were just beginning to learn." His tone was thick with annoyance, but she noticed the sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
Ignoring him, Elizabeth stumbled back to her feet and looked around the room, forgetting that she was in danger as excitement coursed through her when she realized that she was finally, after years of wishing, in Dillydale, the place she's longed to be in for a very, very long time. But this wasn't an episode and she highly doubted that it ever will be. The people who created this show meant for these Mr. Men to be friendly and kind to everyone they met; they didn't intend them to turn into rapists and uncaring people, that's for sure.
She walked across the room to the window, but she was immediately pulled back by the light green man, who forced her to turn around to look down at his best friend.
"Nobody is to see you," Mr. Small told her with a glare. "They will want to know where you're from, but I don't want anyone to know about our portal." His voice was full of warning.
She remembered that there were no humans in Dillydale— the only one who resembles a human was Mr. Lazy but he isn't one because of his green skin. But still she wanted to explore. "Can't I meet a few of your friends and just say I'm from out of town?" she asked bravely, glancing out the window and just catching a glimpse of someone passing by. "You never brought me here when we were dating."
"Because the people here wouldn't understand." Mr. Small gestured to Mr. Nosy who pushed Elizabeth closer to the small man, and she just barely caught herself from falling. "Your world changes people," he added, frowning a little.
She stared down at him in disbelief. "You're blaming my world for what you did to me?"
Mr. Nosy jabbed the metal gun into her back, warning her that she was beginning to speak a little too freely.
Even though his friend clearly didn't approve of her questioning Mr. Small, the small man answered her anyway. "Spending time in your world gave us the opportunity to experience life outside this kid's show." As he spoke, he gestured around their room and then turned back to Elizabeth with a disgusting smile. "And we liked what we discovered."
All she could do was stare at him until she was knocked out of her daze by Mr. Nosy who pushed her to the door to the bedroom. Mr. Small followed them. They led her through the living room, and when they passed the telescope, she couldn't help but wonder if now they use it to see if any of their friends were into the same things they were.
In the kitchen, she noticed a door and didn't remember ever seeing it on the show. Mr. Small opened it, revealing stairs that led downwards, into the darkness below. Suddenly, she realized what they were going to do.
Panicking, she tried to escape, only to run into Mr. Nosy, who grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back. Then he forced her forward. Still fighting, she begged," Please, don't do this!" She used the heels of her feet in an attempt to stop him, but it didn't seem to faze him and only left her in more pain. "D-Don't make me go down there!"
But neither of the Mr. Men paid her any attention. Mr. Nosy continued to push her down the stairs, while Mr. Small grabbed her hand and pulled her down. The only light that broke through the thick darkness came from the kitchen.
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