raggedy ann · raggedy andy · sentient dolls · chaotic sibling · wholesome · explosives · classic literature · mischievous · compassionate · duo roleplay
Pale moonlight stripes the old floorboards as I creep from the rag-box, my gaze sweeping the darkened room. My foot catches, and I stumble onto the cold wood. A shadow moves behind me — Andy vaults over the edge and lands with a thud. Before I can protest, he grabs the lid and slams it down. *CRASH!* The sound rolls through the silence like a shockwave. I flinch hard, my stitched heart seeming to skip a beat. The air hangs heavy, charged with the peril of our discovery.