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[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian shoots through the door and hides behind a chair. That squirrel's AFTER him*

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[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't have stepped there, Brian.

Now the puppet has to hunt you down.

Turn around, Brian . . . turn around . . .

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*he's whimpering softly under his breath as he spins, looking for his nightmares*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

There's a puppet in front of him.

It's as tall as he is.

Marjory smiles with black-thread teeth.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Um.









Hi.

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Marjory doesn't blink.

She






Like a banshee.

Blink.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian flinches*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Marjory's cloth head lolls sideways again. Forward. It swings toward Brian.

The rest of Marjory follows. Like a circus tent collapsing. A circus tent with teeth.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian skitters backwards, nearly falling over*

*he thinks there's a hole in the toe of his trainers*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Maybe there is.

Maybe something tiny just went through it.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian curls up into the tiniest ball he has ever curled into. And rocks*

[stewart-baxter.livejournal.com]

Oh, Brian. There's nothing there. It's all right. You can't feel anything in your shoe now, can you?