fandomtownies | From The Toybox to the Junkyard, Saturday Afternoon

"It's time to goo~ooo!" Karla's voice singsonged through the lowest hallway of the Toybox, where only the worst of the deviant toys were kept. As such, that was where everyone who'd gotten caught in the island's machinery had been taken, shoved way below ground where there was only flickering florescent lights in bare fixtures and no fresh air.

Hey, they'd be getting all the fresh air they needed on the long walk to the Junkyard. Their last walk anywhere.

Green army men gathered all the traitors up, shoving them into a rough line, jump ropes turning them into a chain gang together.

"Isn't it exciting?" Karla said, doing a little dance as they got lined up. "This time, instead of cutting out at the gate, the Toymaker has decreed the island will watch you get fed to the machines. After you lot, there won't ever be traitors again."

[OCD up, have at, everybody except Kimera WHO IS NOW EVEN MORE GROUNDED THAN ME.]

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Keyleth had nothing to say to the Green Army Men. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction, for one thing, and for another . . . She had no idea what to say.

So she spent the walk contemplating her primer-grey resin form and the fact that she wasn't going to know now what paint job she might have gotten in the end, and this was all terribly poetic, wasn't it? In a depressing way?

From The Toybox to the Junkyard, Saturday Afternoon

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