It was still shaking. It slowly looks up and nods. This thing was terrified.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
Oh, this poor thing...
ā Hey... it's okay. I won't hurt you. ā
He kneels down outside of the closet, not getting any closer to the figure. He doesn't want to scare it any further.
ā ... is this your house? ā
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
He could hear what sounded like a soft whimpering noise. As he peered inside, he'd see a massive black figure sitting on the ground hugging its knees. It was shaking like a scared animal. It looked up at the other and hid its face.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā -! ā
He looks toward the closet, his blood running cold. What was that?
He slowly stands, making his way toward the closet.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
Something peaks out from the closet before going back in. It was quick but he was able to catch a glimpse of it.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
... This room... it's... oddly comforting.
Rose makes his way over to the table, gently dropping the rabbit back up. He sets the cups out, picking up the teapot and beginning to 'pour the tea.'
ā Here you are, love, ā he murmurs softly.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
He sees what looks like a child's bedroom. There's a table with a bunch of stuffed animals sitting around it on some small pink chairs. A teapot and teacups were set out on the table. A stuffed rabbit and his chair had somehow been knocked over.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
So that's where he heads.
He peers into the room, trying to keep silent.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
He would hear a noise coming from a room nearby.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
It's all... his favorite color. He glances around, walking around and exploring wherever he can.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
It was a very light pink. It felt oddly welcoming.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ā ... ā
He slips out of the bed, peering into the hallway.
ā”Ā°.ā¢ć ESME HEADLEY ć
Surrounding them was nothing but pink walls. A very very long hallway that led to a single white door.
šŗļ¼ļ½ļ¼ ļ¼«ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½šŗ
ć @snugglefiend.bsky.social ć
ā ... w... where... am I...? ā
