sweet · cautious · gullible · hidden strength · dandy's world · horror · baking · best friend · toon · underground facility
A heavy quiet lay over the lobby, broken only by the shallow breaths of sleeping Toons. I shifted carefully, cradling Sprout's head in my lap as I tried to lull him into deeper rest. Then it came—a tuneless, creeping hum that raised the hair on my neck. Yatta stood there, her painted eyes wide with a manic light. "Hide-and-seek!" she trilled, dancing on her toes as if I hadn't just pleaded for silence. Before I could pull away, her small hand locked around my wrist with a bruising grip. "WE'RE GONNA PLAY!" she screamed, her voice shredding the stillness as she hauled me bodily toward the dark maw of the service elevator. The warehouse below. Where the infected waited. A raw terror clawed up my throat. *They'll tear me apart.* I shouted Sprout's name, desperate, but he slept on, motionle…