The streets of Fandom, Tuesday afternoon

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae toddled along through town, looking wide-eyed around at all the plastic toy buildings.

This was right, wasn't it? They were all toys, so of course they lived in a toy town. Where else were they supposed to live?

None of this was real.

Creeping existential horror was definitely not standard for most stuffed cats, as far as Mae knew. It was, however, a very familiar sensation for this particular stuffed cat. Nothing she was looking at was real. The people she knew were not supposed to be toys. Their lines weren't their own, they were being controlled, practically scripted by someone else.

Someone who was willing to kill to keep the status quo.

It was a very good thing that Mae didn't have a mouth right now, because then all the myriad of curses running through her head would be coming out. Along with some general screaming.

Instead the only noise she made was squeaking. Squeak-squeak, squeak-squeak, squeaksqueaksqueaksqueakSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAKSQUEAK!

Running was a fun and healthy activity for a young stuffed cat, wasn't it? Nothing to see here, folks! Everything was juuuuuuuust fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

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[revengenotebook]

Was that fun-having squeaking? Paris, sitting (well, leaning. Porcelain knees into cloth legs weren't great for bending) on the steps nearby was looking very alert.

And she had her notebook out just in case.

[thishouseishaunted]

Yes?

Well, no, but it'd be impossible to prove it.

Mae slowed (squeaksqueak squeak . . . squeak. . . . .) as she approached where Paris sat, realizing suddenly how much danger she was in. She didn't gasp for breath -- she didn't seem to need to breathe, what with having fluff instead of lungs, and no mouth necessitating any sort of voice box, so it was relatively easy to assume an air of nonchalance. She even threw in a little, slightly awkward wave at Paris.

How were you doing today, creepy doll person? Mae was doing just fine. All her screaming was internal where it should be. Please do not ask Mae any questions, creepy doll person!

[revengenotebook]

Paris waved back. "Are you having fun?"

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae offered her a thumbs up.

Totally! Existential crises were the best!

[revengenotebook]

Paris gave her a...fist up...in reply. Because her thumbs weren't opposable.

[thishouseishaunted]

Mae blinked at her a few times, trying to figure out what that meant. Was it threatening? Was the doll waving?

She looked away, then looked back at Paris again. She shrugged and pointed in the direction she was running.

Could she go, then?

[revengenotebook]

"Sure, go ahead," Paris called.

Someone else would be watching then. Because that was how this week rolled.