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Tinky Winky was a nice likable guy, he just has been having sleepless nights because of his roommate and he's too nice to ask her to keep it down. So being sleep deprived he could care less that he faintly noticed a green customer sneaking off with something.

Almost.

"At least try paying for it, you bag of shit." He muttered, only the next morning he'd panic over the cuss.

The shoplifter paused, he's seen the cashier multiple times before deciding which part of the store to casually take without pay. He never looked like the type to curse. If anything he expected him to timidly protest or just not notice.

"But I don't want to."

Tinky's tired red eyes squint at him, "That's a horrible excuse, what would your parents think?"

"I don't give a fuck what my shitface of my father thinks." The rude green thing rolls his eyes.

The purple face smacks on the counter. "Whatever, I don't care."

Something drops next to his head, "You seriously need to loosen up."

He raises his head to see what landed.

Was that an energy drink?

"You stole that too didn't you?"

That's when Tinky Winky realized the other had already left. He refused to drink that, a bad mood doesn't equal breaking possible laws!

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Guardian stared at the ceiling, wondering if it's even worth it to get up. He slowly moved until he's finally standing on the floor. Then just stood there for twenty minutes, what's the point. 

He only began moving again when he heard Tinky Winky's voice calling him from the kitchen of their apartment. His body felt heavy as he reluctantly walked out of the bedroom. Like yesterday and the day before, he regretted waking up in the first place.

Instead of sitting down at the table, he headed towards his boyfriend and let his face fall against the tall tubby's shirt.

Tinky smiles and wraps his arms around him. He didn't understand exactly how depression worked but it seemed to be why Guardian took a while to get up, get ready for the day. And his mood would depend on what was wrong during the day.

If the slightest problem existed, the white tubby will be thinking about it all day and it'll affect his mood. Causing him to be upset and mumble insults toward himself. Tinky Winky would hug him and give him attention wanting him to know he'll always love him.

It was comforting to Guardian to have someone who wanted him.

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Dipsy leans against the wall of an alleyway while lighting up his cigarette. Laa-Laa had banned him from smoking inside the apartment.

Po had followed him, always wanting to be cool like Dipsy. It looked easier than it looked. She put her own to her mouth and the second she inhaled, the red tubby went into a coughing fit.

Dipsy raised an eyebrow as she fell on the floor.

"Ugh-That was terrible!" She smacks her back. "How do you even smoke it?"

Dipsy blows out a puff of smoke. "With my mouth."

"That's not what I meant and you know it." She squints at Dipsy's half-smirk.

She huffs, watching him finish his smoke.

"I tried to smoke with Dipsy." She told Laa-Laa when they came back in.

Tinky Winky gasped from the kitchen in pure horror. Laa-Laa gave Dipsy an accusing look. Dipsy just shrugged and walked to the living room.

"I can't believe you!"

"I refuse responsibility."

Po drags a step stool next to her best friend, "I wanna help."

Tinky hesitated.

"I won't use the cheese grater on the tomatoes this time!"

"O-okay..."

Laa-Laa was ready to just deck Dipsy upon seeing him and Po both eating on the couch. "We have a table!"

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Dutch and Miles were practically glued together in the same chair. They had been in their own chairs when the party started. But after five drinks later, Miles had moved to Dutch's chair.

Gary was shoveling caramel popcorn into his mouth.

"Maybe the author is finally going to write tubby smut." 

"What the hell are you talking about Gary?" Conor raised a tired eyebrow at him.

"The fanfic we're in, you see this is the first time-"

"Nevermind." The silver tubby tuned out.

Gary goes back to staring at the drunk couple.

"Okay, nope!" Richard separates Miles from the black one. "That's enough drinking for you!"

Finn grabs his brother by the back of his shirt and pulls him off the chair. "This is this not the time or place for this kind of thing!"

"We're adults." Dutch mutters, squinting at him.

"Not in my holy base!" Richard glared daggers into the black tubby.

"What are you talking about, no one in this crew has any morals, except for Anne." Conor eyed Anne covering her face while groaning quietly at just everything in general.

"What the heck am I witnessing." Guardian not really asking anyone.

"Friday," Gary answered him anyway.

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Laa Laa glared at the blackness following her. Shadow used to scare her but now he just annoyed her.

"Laa Laa why do you avoid me so~"

She didn't respond, just kept walking even though there was no exit. Laa Laa cringes when a black hand snatched her arm.

She tried yanking it back, but his grip only tightened.

The yellow tubby snarls, "Let go you demon."

"Ouch, you hurt my poor feelings~"

She scoffs. "What feelings?"

"Why must you attack me with words Laa Laa?"

She hatefully smiles at him, "I would use rocks but there's none here."

"Stop playing hard to get~"

Laa Laa rolls her eyes, "I am not." She tenses when his hand crept towards her shoulder.

A weird fuzzy feeling travels up her spine, Shadow glares at her.

"Your friends are annoying."

That's the last thing he said before she woke up in a comforting embrace.

She sees that she had woken up by Tinky Winky hugging her.

"You were struggling in your sleep, did you have a nightmare?" 

Laa Laa smiles at his caring and soft voice. She buries her face in his fur.

"Yeah, thanks for pulling me out Tinky."

He shyly smiles, "You're welcome Laa Laa."

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Guardian stumbles as he entered the commons building. Anne raises an eyebrow at him.

He trips, tangling himself in the clothing. 

"Guardian you'll trip less if you take it off."

He huffs at her, "I'm not taking it off."

Miles squints at him, now aware Guardian has come in.

"Why the fuck are you wearing Lenny's labcoat, that thing is just going to strange you."

His anger sparks Guardian's, "I'm not taking it off!"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"It's none of your business why!"

"Can you two please not turn every day into a world war, I'm somewhat amazed you always find a new thing to argue about!"

"You can't just walk in here and refuse to answer!" Miles snapped.

"Shut up you stupid Chihuahua." Lenny walked in muttering tiredly.

"The fuck you say?!" Miles stands up, ready to deck the tall scientist.

"I know what I said," the tubby responded while untangling Guardian.

"YOU answer this question, why is he wearing your lab coat!"

"Why did you come in yesterday wearing one of Richard's shirts?" Lenny droned, "That you got yourself tangled in when you tripped."

That pretty much shut Miles up and sits back down with a pissed-off grumble.

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Lenny shot up, struggling to breathe. He swore he could feel the claws around his throat, he knew he would deserve that fate. Tears pricked in his eyes remembering the shocks and the screams. The blood.

He cursed at himself for acting like a child, why is he having these goddamn nightmares still.

Guardian stirred, he's wide awake when he feels his husband shaking. He sits on his knees and gazed worriedly at Lenny.

The scientist avoided eye contact, not wanting to show the smaller his tears. The white tubby frowned then gently touches his face.

Guardian is even more concerned at the tears he wiped off. He wraps his arms around him. It takes a few moments but Lenny returns his hug.

He shakily sighs into his fur. Feeling safe enough to lay back down. The ghostly grip on his throat loosens until it fades completely. Lenny's purple gaze fixes on the ceiling, but right now he felt content looking at it.

As sappy it is, he could calm down as long he has Guardian in his arms.

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Guardian was very sure Dipsy likes this dish so he's nervous and worried when the green tubby just pouted at him with his arms folded.

"W...what's wrong? I thought you liked this?" 

He puffs out his cheeks then lifts himself off the chair, he runs to him and grabs his hand. Guardian's confused but lets him tug him toward the table. Dipsy gestures for him to sit, this puzzled him but he did so. The child climbs onto his lap and picks up his fork.

He raised an eyebrow at the now happily eating boy. Dipsy snuggled against his soft fur while stopping to take a bite of his eggs. Maybe that's what he wanted?

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These are my headcanons on how I write the characters.

Tinky Winky-Is a soft boy and is very sensitive. He often cries a lot and cares about his friends a lot. He really loves hugs, he always will be happy to give one. 

Dipsy-Is a sarcastic ass, he cares about his friends but has a hard time showing it. Often accidentally makes Tinky cry and teases him a lot. Awkward with affection.

Po-Is a fearless tele who was seemingly born without the fear gene. She is very protective of Tinky Winky and really loves food. She also looks up to Dipsy.

Laa-Laa: She is a firm but caring friend. She is usually the only one that can comfort Tinky Winky properly. She often has to scold Dipsy.

Guardian: He's friendly, curious, sometimes a bit timid or shy, and loves to help any way he can. He has had a lonely life where he was created for the sole purpose of watching the four tubbies. Guardian is also very touch starved. He has really fluffy fur and is easily flustered, he easily gets into fights with Miles. Guardian doesn't really possess much physical strength due to just watching the Teletubbies. He also has problems sleeping and eating.

Ron: He is a reckless rude idiot. That's it. That's how I'll be writing him.

Miles: Is short and angry. Though he secretly is really clingy to Anne, Richard, Finn, and Dutch. He has a passion for fire. Miles really looks up to Richard and accepts him and Finn as his father figures. Anne is his best friend and nothing more.

Anne: She takes no nonsense and is forever stuck hating and loving her stupid friends. She's also a lesbian. 

Dutch: He's really a big joker and is rarely ever serious. He drives his brother insane but they do appreciate each other since they only had themselves in an abusive household.

Finn: He's very serious and rarely ever smiles. You'd assume he was the leader.

Conor: Is mostly calm.

Gary: A bigger joker than Dutch. He's the medic and it honestly baffles tubbies that he put all his brain cells into the medical field and didn't save it for anything else. He really enjoys annoying Lenny and stealing his knife. He also has autism.

Richard: Despite his position as captain, he's not the most serious. He also has autism. He cherishes his 'son' Miles deeply.

Lenny: He's a scientist and is mostly serious and irritable. His only soft spot is Guardian. Lenny has a really hard time sleeping due to the past of experimenting on three tubbies that went horribly wrong.

Tobby: Works with Ron and has to suffer Ron's teasing but somewhat is sort of friends with him.

I won't write anyone's ocs, I just don't do that.

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Guardian listened closely as the tubby showed him how to work the computer and monitors. He was told he's created to watch four test subjects. His mentor taught him how to do everything then left. The white tubby alone once again.

He watched as the four tubbies laughed and played. Guardian always felt an ache in his chest when he longed to have what they had. Before remembering to write observations in his diary. His life soon became like some kind of programmed script. He really hopes nothing different will happen.

Annoyingly as he grew older, his feet still couldn't reach the floor. Somehow Dipsy's hat got in, he told himself he would eventually give it back. 

He wonders what it feels like to touch another tubby.

Wonders what a hug feels like.

Guardian hated it when he thought about it, it reminded him of how trapped he felt. He related with the four on that note. They couldn't leave and he couldn't either.

Guardian jumped out of the way after grabbing the custard, Tinky Winky had charged at him but ran into the tree. Deeply grumbling in pain. Sure he's watched them all his life but could never guess how much taller Tinky is. He pretty much towered over him. It became worse after he absorbed another custard and suddenly became taller and thinner. His arms were long enough to grab him if he continued to stand there.

Guardian shakily breathed out upon seeing Laa Laa's twitching form. Even she stood taller than him, but she had scratches over her eyes. So while she couldn't see, she probably would be able to hear him. He tried walking around her as quietly he could.

His breathing hitched hearing her agonized breathing. It hurt to hear the yellow tubby's suffering. It hurt twice as much to see her trapped under the rubble. Guardian couldn't stand to see her in so much pain and despaired at the idea of leaving her trapped there. He somehow found the courage to grab a rock to end her suffering. 

"Come play with us, Guardian!" A small red hand pulled at his white one.

"It's alright, we don't bite...maybe except for Dipsy." Laa Laa's soothing tone felt comforting.

"That's a bit mean Laa." Tinky Winky lightly scolded but he was smiling fondly.

"Yeah, hi, I'm right here."

Guardian shakes himself out of his hallucination upon hearing the sound of a chainsaw. He didn't have time to cry and curse at himself for fantasying about something that would never happen. Forced to face the reality, a headless Dipsy wielding his weapon.

He sighs shoulders slumping at the sight of the officially dead Dipsy. He slowly takes the hat off and sets it down next to the corpse and strained to pick up the chainsaw but he just settled for dragging it.

Guardian hisses and takes deep breaths, it wasn't easy to fight Po, both physically and emotionally. In both of her forms, she's managed to wound him. He panicked when he was under threat of one of Po's spider legs. With a burst of adrenaline, he thrust the chainsaw up.

He winces hearing the red one's distorted animalistic screech. Blood rained down on his small frame. Guardian repressed his silent crying, now was not the time to show weakness.

I'm so sorry, Po, Dipsy, Laa Laa...Tinky Winky.

It's all his fault. He messed up. He let them die.

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Laa Laa lays on the grass staring at the sky. Dipsy was next to her but he was sitting with his arms behind his head. Po was nearby riding on her scooter.

"Do you guys realize we don't hug Tinky?" She suddenly asked.

"What are you talking about?" Dipsy rolled his yellow eyes.

"Of course we hug him!" Po defended with a pout.

"Yeah, when he hugs us, but do we go out of our way to hug him?"

The two go quiet as they share a concerned glance. The three of them didn't. Laa Laa wondered if Tinky Winky ever got sad that no one is the first to hug him.

Po steps off. "Let's go give him a surprise hug then!" She runs to the dome.

Dipsy ignores the urge to complain, Laa Laa is grateful that he had some sense in that head of his. Po slides inside, her best friend was sitting at the table reading a book with his reading glasses.

"Tinky!" She waves with both of her arms.

The purple tubby smiles, "Hi Po-" He's startled by the excited girl pouncing on him.

She squeezed her arms around him, on cue he responds right away to the hug. Tinky's face flushes upon feeling someone else hugging him.

"Laa Laa?"

He smiles shyly when he notices Dipsy is awkwardly hugging him as well.

"What's going on?"

"Tinky, I'm sorry we don't let you know how much we appreciate you." Laa Laa kisses the top of his head.

He blushes a bright red.

"I-it's alright. I appreciate you all too."

"Tinks you're too sweet for this world." Dipsy huffed.

Po buries her face into his fur, "We love you so much Tinky."

Tinky smiles shyly, "I love you all too."

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Guardian couldn't sleep so he's poking at the fire with a few sticks. Apparently, he wasn't the only one judging by the distressed whine and familiar arms wrapping around him.

"Did you have the dream again?"

He feels Tinky Winky nod against his fur. He holds Guardian as if the smaller tele was a comforting teddy bear.

He honestly did not know how to comfort his tall friend. But Tinky seemed to relax after cuddling Guardian. He always has been fond of hugs, that didn't change. His sobs and cries pulled at the white tubby's heart, his own eyes formed tears.

Tinky Winky laid back down, still holding the other close. Slowly they both fell asleep.

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Po pets Dipsy's head while he laid it on Po's lap. He had his eyes shut while slightly leaning into it.

"You're so cute Dipsy."

He opened his eyes and squinted at her.

"Excuse me? No, I'm not."

She giggles, "You're leaning into my hand, it's so adorable!"

"No, I'm not, I hate your touch." He mutters.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!"

Dipsy is just too stubborn to admit he really enjoys her gentle touches. Something he's never had.

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Tinky Winky's mind swam, his head ached from the fever. He's been faintly aware of Po running her fingers through his fur.

"My poor Tinky, who dared to get him sick?" Po pouted.

"...The rain, we were out there yesterday, remember?"

The red tubby thought this information over.

"I'll fight the rain then!"

Tinky winced but laughed softly. "It's not possible to."

"Not with that attitude."

The feverish one smiled and closed his eyes. His small girlfriend was so cute even when she's eager for violence.

His face twists into a painful wince when a voice pounds against his head. Po squints hearing Noo-Noo calling out for her. He literally had no quiet voice and it was hurting Tinky's head.

Po pouted angrily, gently nudging the other's head off her lap. "I'll be right back." She slides off the bed then quietly leaves the room.

Tinky Winky manages to cover his ears when the yelling started. He wasn't fond of it at all. It's muffled but it still makes his ears ring. He quietly cries, feeling sorry that everyone in this house suffers because of him.

"Tinky is not leaving his bed while he's sick, now go fuck off." Po didn't spare the robot a glance and remembered to quietly shut the door.

She  climbs back up and hugs Tinky Winky, "Sorry we were yelling, that really didn't help your head."

"I-it's alright."

Po helps him lay back down and contently brushes his fur with her fingers.

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Guardian furiously dug his claws into the red captain but she refused to release him. He wanted to scream but that's hard when you're currently choking on your painful gasps. His body struggled, it twisted, trying to fight against it.

But how do you fight off an infection that's already in your system?

"S-S-S-Sto-p-" He gasps out the strangled-like word.

"It'll hurt less if you stop fighting."

Guardian didn't believe that for even a second. He continued squirming like mad, sobbing.

"Nn-n-n-n-n-O..."

He didn't want to be a mindless monster! But his body unwillingly slumped and clawed at nothing. Blood dripped out of his mouth.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control his muscles. He just cried, hopeless to stop his 'awakening'. Ronja comfortingly held Guardian close and stroked his fur. He hiccupped, desperately pushing into the touch.

"See, it's going to be okay, the pain will eventually stop."

His brain felt tired from thinking.

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Dipsy quietly grumbled, he's been awake for several hours from his dumb nightmare. He tried not to think about the scars on his shoulders and back. He turns on his side, Tinky is still asleep. Who looked like a pure angel.

He winces his mind flashing a moment, the first scar. It had stung so bad because Noo-Noo had poured salt into the wound. It was horrible pain.

His ears prick up hearing Tinky move in a more awake manner. He sits up and rubs his eyes. His beloved purple one tilts his head.

"Sorry Tinks, I just...had a nightmare." 

He touches his face with his cute concerned frown.

"I'll be fine, it was just about Noo-Noo."

Tinky looks sad at that, he's heard all about Dipsy's foster father. He kisses his boyfriend's forehead. He couldn't express it properly, but Tinky Winky always got upset about Noo-Noo and wished he could protect Dipsy somehow.

The green one couldn't help but smile at his precious Tinky's affection and concern.

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Lenny glared behind him as he ran. He’s being stubborn as usual, Richard suspected the tubby took sadistic silent joy from disobeying.

“Lenny, you need to get in the bath!”

He just growled in response and ducks into the kitchen. Richard followed only to be surprised by fresh cupcakes hitting his face. He heard Lenny hiss in pain, most likely from touching the hot tray.

Now he was chasing him for more than one reason.

“Lenny! We need to treat your hand!”

“NO!”

Protective instincts had kicked in and scooped up the stubborn child. Lenny twisted and kicked his legs, refusing to admit defeat.

Lenny even tried to drown himself in the bath much to Richard’s panic.

“LENNY NO!”

He scowled and glared at Richard.

Finn and Miles were upset when they noticed the ruined cupcakes on the floor.

“Sorry, Len was being difficult again.” Richard apologized for Lenny since the child refused to say sorry.

“Time for bed everyone.”

Miles eagerly listened while Conor and Gary casually obeyed.

Lenny however…

“Lenny! You need sleep!” Richard was chasing after Lenny again.

How much energy did this child have for running away from everything?! Soon he was searching for the kid as he lost sight of him.

“Lenny!” He whispered.

No response.

Eventually, he found Lenny passed out on the sofa. Richard sits next to him, exhausted from the chase. That’s where Finn found him the following morning.

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"This lazy weekend is so boring," Richard sighs, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Richard, that's not why you're in bed."

"THEN why Finny?"

Finn just gave him a tired look.

"Are you serious?"

The captain huffed in response. "All I did was cough out blood and then you dragged me to bed."

"COUGHING BLOOD IS NOT NORMAL!" Finn resisted the urge to hit him.

"But I'm bored laying here!"

"Just wait for Gary to check you over."

On perfectly timing the door was kicked open, "Doctors in the house!"

Finn glared at the orange tubby.

"Have you ever heard of knocking Gary?"

Gary shrugs. "Knocking will slow me down."

"Yeah Finn, what if someone died before he could get to them all because he knocked before going in?" Richard chimed in.

Finn just shook his head while Gary walks over to Richard's side.

"So what seems to be the problem captain?" Gary took out his clipboard.

"I'm having the case of the bored." The red tubby sighed dramatically.

The doctor hummed, "I see."

"So what's the cure doctor Gary?" Richard smiled 'innocently'.

"Your first step is to stop lying." Gary chuckled at the annoyed expression that slipped onto the captain's face. "According to Finn and Miles's report, you were coughing up blood after returning to the base."

"Ugh, tattletales!" Richard grumbled, glaring at Finn who just rolled his eyes.

"So, what happened that caused this?" He didn't notice the strange blank expression on his captain's face.

Gary patiently waited.

"Well, you see...a boulder jumped full speed at my stomach-"

"I'm leaving, all yours Gary." Finn interrupted and left out the door.

"I see..." The orange tubby writes a note on his clipboard. "Your lying condition seems to be getting worse."

"L O O K, the point is something smacked into my stomach and that's why I'm coughing blood. It was a bit of a strong hit."

Gary is silent for a second before nodding, satisfied with this explanation.

"Alright, Captain, we'll need to take a better look in the medical wing."

Gary and his helper took a boringly long amount of time running a lot of tests.

"What the heck have you been doing captain?" She shook her head, disbelief in her gaze. "This looks like someONE hit you with their head!"

Gary patted her shoulder, "Calm down little one, you just need to rest captain." His assistant protested that she was the same height.

"Good, I need to be in perfect shape for tomorrow." Richard stretched his arms with a wince.

"Bruh, you need to recover for at least a week." Gary shakes his head. "I suppose I'll have to set a few nurses to keep watch on you twenty-four seven."

The captain groans as if he's a teenager rather than the captain.

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Tinky Winky almost screamed upon seeing Po’s tangled up mess of fur. A bunch of rats could live in it!

He pulls his brush out of his bag, “Po!”

Hearing his distressed tone, she turns.

“What?”

She pouts, seeing the item, “That’s not fair, Dipsy can have it but not me?”

The taller sits her on her chair, “I’ll go look for Dipsy after I brush the tangles out.”

She winces sharply, the bristles of the brush felt like claws. “Owww”

“Sorry, but you can prevent this in the future by brushing every day.”

“You said something similar when announcer found ‘cavities’ in my teeth.”

“Because it’s important to take care of your teeth too.”

Po felt like Tinky had been brushing her fur for years. Every ow would earn an apology and a gentle scolding.

“Alright, where’s Dipsy?”

Po gestures outside, “Jogging somewhere.”

Tinky Winky takes his bag and walks outside.

She begins laughing when Tinky Winky called Dipsy’s name.

“What-OH FUCK NO KEEP THAT AWAY FROM ME!” Dipsy screams.

“DIPSY! Your fur is a mess!”

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Guardian grumbles when it began to rain. His irritation rose when the water quickly began to soak his fur.

He turns with a glare hearing a muffled chuckle.

“Lenny it’s not funny!”

“My apologies,” Lenny said, but his quiet noises suggested he wasn’t really sorry.

Guardian is surprised when he’s lifted off the ground.

“Can't have you drowning into a puddle.”

“Lenny that isn’t possible and you know it!”

He just hums in response this time. They fall silent as Lenny carries him to his room so he can dry him off.

And Guardian is relieved upon being able to see again.

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Guardian stopped to catch his breath.

“Geez, have you never got any exercise in your life?” Laa Laa rolled her eyes, she wasn’t tired at all.

He’s out of breath so he just nods.

She shakes her head with a sigh.

Guardian shakily moved forward and went into another heart race when something broke under him.

When he felt something cold rapidly soaking his clothes, he knew the ice had cracked. He claws desperately at the ice trying to get out.

The back of his hoodie is gripped and he’s pulled out of the chilling water.

“You remind me of Tinky, very clumsy.” Laa Laa shakes her head.

Guardian’s fur had been protecting him from the chill air in the mountains, but the icy water made the protection useless.

Laa Laa’s ears perk up upon hearing a soft noise, no, voice.

“Someone is nearby.”

“Huh-” Guardian didn’t hear anything but maybe that was because he was more focused on how cold he is now.

Despite his admiration of Laa Laa (and Dipsy) he’s a bit still embarrassed when she manages to hoist him on her shoulder.

“You are way too slow, you’ll slow us down if we need to run.”

“What does it sound like?”

Laa Laa squints trying to spot anything that could be a threat.

“It sounded like a soft voice.”

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It’s true Miles was told to stay so he technically defied orders. But everyone is alive, so it's not a big deal.

Richard had been pulling on his fur the whole time back. The silence would usually be filled with Dutch’s stupid humor, not this time.

Everyone is painfully silent. He wanted to break it, but the part that sends signals for his mouth to talk wouldn’t work. The air is tense and uncomfortable.

Miles fought with his brain, “Richard-” He quickly cut himself off and looked away when the captain spun around stomping his confidence with a glare.

He felt small, well, smaller.

Maybe his brain did know better…

When the helicopter finally landed, Richard surprisingly grabbed Miles’s arm in an almost painful grip. He yanks him off.

He was not looking forward to where Richard was going to take him.

No one tried to calm the captain down, no one ever wanted to even speak when Richard got pissed off.

He’s never actually been in this room, It was square shaped and only had a wide narrow cold table and two metal chairs. Richard shoves him into the left one. The captain doesn’t sit however, instead he smacks the table harshly, making Miles jump a bit.

“Did I not fucking tell you to stay in the helicopter?!”

Miles shrank in his seat, intimated by Richard’s rage.

“Yeah but-”

“Am I asking for excuses?!”

“This isn’t fair, Anne didn’t have to stay behind!” He didn’t know why his mouth chose this time to shoot out instead of being quiet.

“She’s a higher rank than you!”

“Why the hell did I have to come along then?!”

“In case we needed backup!”

Richard’s claws scraped a bit on the table but enough for Miles’s ears to flatten in displeasure from the painful noise.

“Then why are you so goddamn angry?!” His brain screamed at him to just be quiet.

“Did we call for backup?!”

Miles fell silent, no, he left on his own.

He’s startled when the table makes another loud noise.

“No.” He leaned his head back wondering when things would go back to normal.

“Then why did you disobey orders?!”

Miles internally groaned, “Because I wanted to help!”

Richard groans in irritation, “I swear to god, it’s like talking to a broken record player.”

“Are we done yet?” Miles felt exhausted from hearing Richard yell at him, he wanted to go to bed.

He gives him a look of disbelief.

“Are you fucking serious? Of course not.”

“But I’m tired…Just get to the end of it.”

Richard grumbles inaudible things, then deeply inhales.

“Put your helmet and weapons on the table.”

Naturally Miles wanted to complain that he wanted to put his stuff away in his room but he didn’t. He did what he was told.

Richard points at a corner, “Corner.”

“Richard! I’m a grown man!”

He glares down at him. “I’m not going to physically punish you.”

Miles was exhausted but could still recognize this as a form of mercy.

He hears Richard grab the items off the table and leave the room.

A few hours passed and he knew better than to get up and leave himself.

After 30 minutes he hears the door open, but judging by the footsteps, he knew it wasn’t Richard. It was Anne.

She grabs his arm tiredly, “Captain sent me to bring you to your room.”

Miles is too tired to complain that he can do that himself.

“Miles you seriously need to think these things through more…” Anne mumbled.

Miles grunts in response.

“I should warn you…Richard has suspended you from further missions until further notice.”

“Cool.” He drones out.

That explains why Richard took his stuff.

Miles kicks his door shut after waving bye to Anne. He drags himself to his bed and flops on it. He doesn’t bother to take off his boots or change his clothes.

He just goes to sleep while being disappointed in himself for managing to make Richard angry at him.

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The cuts on Dipsy’s exposed arms made him twitch in irritation.

Po’s dismayed sighs and huffs were grating on his nerves.

Dipsy suddenly grabs her by her shirt and begins violently shaking her.

“WILL YOU SHUT UP?! I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK ANYMORE!”

Po in response begins screaming and crying. “TINKY!!”

Laa-Laa is awoken out of an uncomfortable sleep due to the screaming. She jumps up and smacks Dipsy before tugging Po into her arms.

“Dipy cut it out! Losing your temper is not going to make your problems stop!”

The green teletubby falls silent while the red girl continues to cry for the purple teletubby.

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The Guardian huffed.

“Will you just go to bed?!” Gary glared down at him.

The fluff teletubby folds his arms. “I’m comfy where I am.”

The doctor gave him a look of disbelief.

Lenny was ignoring their conversation while intently observing the communication screen and trying to get it to work.

“Lenny!” Gary whined.

The scientist glances at him before lowering his gaze to Guardian who was leaning against his leg.

“I don’t mind.”

“UNbelievable.” The medic groans. “Who could possibly be comfortable near someone who snaps at my own breathing pattern.

Guardian’s eyelids flutter as he ignores Gary. He suddenly felt sleepy.

“But…you’d be much more comfy in a bed.”

“But I don’t want to miss-”

“Alright, tell you what, if something interesting comes up, I’ll come tell you.”

Guardian mumbled but shakily stood up, Gary balanced him while giving Lenny a disappointed look.

“What? Listening to info is not going to put him in danger.” Lenny returns his focus to the machines.

Guardian unfortunately did not get any news that day.

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Gary drags his feet as he makes his way inside Conor's room. He face plants into the bed and muffles curses.

"Troublesome patient?" The silver tubby questions, sharping his sword on his chair.

Gary lifts his head. "Why won't Lenny be healthy, his life is wasting away and he just doesn't seem to care!"

Conor pauses, thinking for a few minutes before getting up and walking into the bathroom.

Gary just continued to curse and grumble into the blanket.

Six minutes later he returned and pulled on his coat.

"Come on, you obviously need to relax in a bath."

Gary groans but is too exhausted for excuses. A few seconds later Gary is sinking himself under the water, while he was still frowning, it was less bitter.

"What happened exactly?" Conor has sat on the lid of the toilet.

"Lenny was practically chugging his cavity sodas! I tried scolding him for hours but the jerk basically tuned me out for those exact hours!"

"I think you might want to find a tactic that isn't yelling at him."

Gary grumbled but decided to not focus on his frustrations and relaxes his shoulders.

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Laa Laa stared into the flames of her fire while thinking. She didn't know what caused Tinky Winky to snap like that. There's literally no way he would just wake up and decide to kill everyone.

"Laa Laa?"

She suspiciously faces the unfamiliar voice. She stands up, her muscles tense, ready for a fight if this stranger will be a threat.

"Who are you."

It was clearly a demand, not even close to a question.

"I-I'm not here to hurt you..." The snow-white Teletubby stared a bit uneasy at her clenched fists.

Dry blood coated them.

"How do you know my name."

He didn't look like a threat but Laa Laa is not risking putting her guard down.

"Um, I'm...the Guardian."

She squints her light green eyes at him, "Guardian?"

The more Guardian explained his story, Laa Laa's angered expression did not get lighter.

She shakes her head in maybe disbelief or anger.

"You knew. You knew this would happen." A swirl of despair and anger swept through her whole body. "You knew something was wrong."

Guardian never thought he'd be having this conversation, he felt more unsafe than he ever has before this point.

"I-I'm sorry but I didn't-"

"YOU KNEW. And now Tinky killed them all."

"Laa Laa please listen to me-"

His words died as soon as Laa Laa's temper snapped.

Not because he was scared, simply 'cause she had her hand gripped around his neck and his feet no longer were on the ground.

(If he wasn't so terrified he would have found it amazing despite being shorter than him, she easily restrained him in the air)

"No, you listen, this is all your damn fault! All you did was hide from consequences and responsibility by continuing to stalk us! Is this some kind of sadistic game of yours?!"

Guardian could barely breathe and could only smell the blood from her fist.

"I- Didn't-"

Hearing his desperate attempts to speak, a sane part of her realized she would end up killing this man if she did not show mercy on him. She slowly let him down then noticed something she ignored earlier.

"Not only did you stalk us, you fucking stole Dipsy's hat?"

Guardian winced, picking his camera back up, which had more cracks on the screen.

"O-kay look, I'll explain that later, I just really need to collect the custards around here for research, maybe I'll be able to find a cure, I...I really didn't know-"

"Yeah, yeah, stop your rambling, lets go collect the murderous slime soup." She rolls her eyes and actually walks ahead instead of waiting for him to lead the way.

Guardian isn't surprised, Laa Laa didn't really like being told what to do. And he's not the best with choosing a choice, he's lived off on instructions.

And even if he did mind, he's not arguing with someone who was close to strangling him.

"Found of one these cursed things."

Guardian snapped back to reality and hurried over, glad that it was not bright and sunny.

"So where did the blood come from?" He awkwardly tried to start a normal conversation.

She rolls her eyes but surprisingly actually answers. "I was going through the caves and this bastard comes out of nowhere so I taught him some manners with my fists."

"Like...a Teletubby or a monster?"

"Monster looking."

A tense silence followed.

He stops hearing Laa Laa sit down, mumbling to herself.

"Laa Laa?"

She sighs heavily, "Guardian, I might turn into a monster any second, I've never felt this pain before." She takes a deep breath as if diving for air.

"What...should I do?"

"I suggest running away or...if you kill me right now, I won't be able to kill you."

This sent a cold chill down his spine. He glanced at a nearby rock but shook his head.

"...Okay..."

He couldn't ever kill Laa Laa so he chose the easier option. But flinched and closed his eyes as he walked away when he heard a monstrous shriek of agony.

It came out strangled may be due to her trying not to cry out in pain. Tears rolled down his face as he wondered if he should have killed her to prevent that painful fate.

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Guardian found himself wandering away from his 'better' awakening. He thought about what Noo-Noo said about the infected feeling nothing. But it sounded like a lie now, since he still felt strongly. Regret about his choice and the gross black tears wetting his pale cheeks.

He faintly justified his actions with knowing he could not take on Noo-Noo, who know how much longer he could hold that chainsaw. He was too weak to do so.

His shoulders slump with his cowardly thoughts, his feet hurt right when he noticed the area he had stepped into.

Guardian recognized this place as where he left Laa-Laa, she obviously wasn't there anymore. He remembers the two options Laa-Laa offered to him.

Run away or kill her.

He couldn't stand the thought of killing her.

He's such a goddamn coward.

Guardian sighs and sits down, burying his face into his knees. What should he do now?

His ears perk up when he hears footsteps coming toward him. He only spoke once they stopped in front of him.

"...Hello?"

"...I see, you failed."

Laa-Laa?

Why did her voice sound so far up? She was shorter than him...

Guardian lifts his gaze.

Oh.

The infection must have made her a bit disturbingly taller.

"Um, that obvious?" He honestly is a bit worried she's angry at him.

(In his defense the last time she was angry, she almost strangled him.)

"Well, you came back, that tells me enough."

"U-Uh...well...what is it like being that tall?" He awkwardly attempts to change the subject.

"...Not as great you'd think, the process was painful." She sighs, her long fingers combing through her fur.

Guardian's eyes widened, he tilted his head back but he couldn't really see her face still.

"Back to the matter at hand, if you came back..." Laa-Laa moves to her knees and gingerly touches his face.

He freezes, his face beginning to burn into a blush. He's never really experienced this kind of touch. He really hopes she doesn't feel how hot it became.

She then pulls her hand away, Guardian then realizes she had wiped some of the black sticky liquid.

"Hmm, you surrendered."

He felt more shame than he had before.

"I-I...uh...um...Noo-Noo...I was...I couldn't..."

"Noo-Noo? What does he have to do with this?"

That's right. Laa-Laa didn't know.

"H-he...created the infection." Guardian felt his chest tighten with regret.

"Of course he did." She surprisingly wasn't shocked.

"Y...You don't sound surprised at all."

"Noo-Noo...was a strange robot." She folds her arms, he's observed them for so long he knew she narrowed her green eyes. "There's been times I've been suspicious of what his true intentions are."

She had stood back up.

"Like what?"

Guardian's curiosity peaked despite knowing he didn't deserve to know.

"Like...Tinky's reactions near that robot." She frowns, maybe a sad one?

Guardian thought about her words. He does remember Tinky Winky would get a bit nervous and jumpy around Noo-Noo. And fall silent.

"After some point, he became almost scared whenever he came near, he began to get uneasy if anyone was behind him."

Guardian stares at the ground quietly.

"And Noo-Noo was just odd in general." ... "Did you ever see Po? I haven't seen her."

The white tubby winces, "...She's working close by Noo-Noo's side."

Laa Laa huffs. "He always has favored Po over the three of us." She obviously sounded a bit angry.

Guardian's stomach either hurt from lack of food or the sickening guilt.

"I'm sorry Laa-Laa, in the end, I couldn't help anyone." The black tears dripped down his face. "You probably would have done a better job than I did."

"Not really fond of the idea of sitting all day staring at some screens but I get what you mean." At least there was humor in her voice. "I really need some background noise, I'm going to go make a fire."

She walks off, to the place he had found her. "You can help if you want, and I'm just honestly cold."

He asked another question while carrying flammable things for the fire. "Noo-Noo told me the infected don't feel emotions, but how are we communicating like this if that's true?"

"Liar vacuuming tubby cleaner." Laa-Laa simply answered.

"...But..."

Tinky Winky...he was infected but still killed his friends.

Po was emotional as a robot.

"Some tubbies might just be different." Her voice was quiet this time.

He stared into it. Laa-Laa looked a bit odd sitting down in her new form.

What do we do now?

"What are you going to do now?" By instinct looking for instructions.

"Well, for now, I'm going to rest then in the morning I'm going to track down Noo-Noo."

Like before Laa Laa was not asking, it was implied she expected him to go find the robot with her.

Well, he had nothing else to do.

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The last thing she saw before she suffocated was his face. Po honestly was just upset, confused and shocked.

She clawed at the rope, hoping to cut through it as she desperately tried to breathe. His blank face looked up at her, black tears on his cheeks.

His face twisted as his chest expanded and a shriek exploded from him, but louder this time. Po's ears flatten trying to protect her eardrums from the high pitch noise.

Her chest hurt more than the rope around her throat. She supposes Teletubbies would expect her to be angry at him for doing this to her.

But as her vision blurred she only felt upset. His crying and screaming face became a mess of colors and the heartbreaking sounds slowly faded out until her eyes rolled back.

Tinky Winky screeched and only stopped to hiss and cough when he tasted his disgusting tears as he watched the swaying body.

However he fell silent when his ears picked up an unfamiliar sound and his nose picked up an unfamiliar scent.

He gets up off his knees and walks away from the tree.

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Po was so damn hungry, she pouted and stared at Dipsy. He was currently cradling his pet bunny in his arms. If she wasn't starving, she would have giggled at the adorable sight.

But she was more thinking about bunny blood.

"I'll ruin you if you even try sinking your teeth into him." Dipsy growled, glaring in her direction.

"Meanie!" Po pouted then stomped off like a spoiled child.

She was sulking by the time she arrived at Tinky's room.

"Tinky! Dipsy won't feed me his bun bun!"

The purple teletubby was sitting at his desk, staring intensely at the sketch on his desk.

"Um, Dipsy does really love his bunny, I understand him."

Po peeks at his desk, it was a sketch of a new outfit.

"Whatever, can you like, feed me? Do we have any blood bags?"

Tinky gazes at her, his red eyes asking a silent question.

Po didn't want to risk drinking her beloved friend dry! She pouts at him.

"I'm afraid not." He holds his wrist out, he usually wore long sleeves but today it was a short sleeve shirt.

Tinky Winky didn't even blink before Po latched onto his arm. He ignores the urge to take his arm back upon feeling the sharp sting of the bite.

"Tinky-"

Tinky and Po look at the doorway, Laa Laa is frozen staring at the odd scene.

"It's..." Tinky trails off.

"Well, bye." She slowly backs out.

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Po stretches as she tips the watering can, she shooed a cherry red child away when it got too close to the flowerbed.

"My rage will match the sun god if you step on this flower's final resting place!" She squints at her tiny son who tilts his head, too young to know what she's saying.

She looks up when she feels a light weight on her head. Po reaches up and brushes her fingers against the softness of flower petals.

She's missed the smell of nature so much, the city doesn't have this kind of bliss. Po wouldn't have agreed to move there if she knew it would smell terrible and no trace of flowers except for fake ones.

She turns her body and returns her old friend's sweet smile.

"It's been a million years since I've smelt flowers!" Po stretches her arms.

"Technically, it's been a month."

She also missed Tinky's gentle and sweet voice. Who cares if it's always had a feminine tone to it.

"So do you want to take that stroll right now?"

Po grabs her child who was inching towards the flowerbed. "Uh huh!"

She would occasionally hold him towards flowers bees were hovering around, "Those things have the rage of Dipsy's rage-"

"What you're thinking of are wasps, bees collect honey." Tinky reminds her.

Po pouts but her child remains interested since they don't have bees at home.

Ugh, Po wishes she could leave her LAME husband and the BORING city. But she still is searching for an excuse.

She's never told Tinky this, not wanting to worry him. But maybe one day when she isn't so stressed over it, or if she gets overwhelmed by stress.

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Guardian groaned, his throat was dry and his stomach hurt. Tears pricked at his eyes, he didn't want to get up, everything hurt too much.

"Snowball, it's almost ten, you need to get up."

Guardian remained under the blanket, "No, I'm going to die here."

"If you ate more you wouldn't feel so weak in the morning."

He just grumbles in response.

"Snowball don't make me do it."

"Noo! Do not do it!"

"Then get up."

"No!"

Lenny takes his knife off his belt and makes a small cut on his arm. Guardian grunts as his dear friend holds him down, pressing his arm against his mouth.

He couldn't push him off due to being weak from hunger. He knew he wouldn't last long with a blood source this close.

Guardian grabs his arm and sinks his fangs in, internally crying in relief. Lenny did not wince nor flinch, after a few moments of consuming his blood, he pries his blood sucking mouth away from his arm.

"Now up." He walks away to go find the first aid kit.

"I hate you so much." Guardian grumbled, but finally pushed himself off the couch.

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Po opened her eyes, she felt the rope still there, but wasn't suffocating this time. She begins desperately clawing at her neck.

What the hell is she doing?! Why couldn't she stop this idiotic action? She might harm herself getting free this way!

Po's startled when she falls onto the ground. She didn't get all the rope off though, she supposes she might get the rest of it off. But like before, she seemed to have no control.

Her stupid body instead just walks away. Where is she even going? Maybe she could try finding Tinky Winky.

"Po. There you are."

She internally cringes hearing the monotone robotic voice. Ugh, she did not want to see Noo Noo.

But to her frustration her body went towards him, she didn't wanna go to the bastard robot. She wanted to clench her fists, to punch him. But she did none of these things.

Instead she obediently followed him, it felt like someone was scraping their claws on a chalkboard, except that the board was right next to her ear.

Po didn't wanna.

She stared down at the white fluff thing with sharp things rising from her shoulder blades.

She didn't wanna.

She shrieks.

It hurt even more when her body changed again.

When the sharp pain from that weapon cut into her fur and flesh, she mentally thanked the sun god. She knew she probably would never see her probably scared best friend ever again, but she would rather die than obey Noo-Noo.

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Dipsy was smiling to himself as he dug the knife into his pumpkin. He nods after carving the face.

Its expression is wrapped in agony. It soon became clear why the green Teletubby refused to scoop the guts out. He smears ketchup all over its mouth and snickering sadistic glee as the pumpkin looked like it was bleeding blood and guts out of its mouth.

He pulls out a black marker and makes marks on it, doing his best to give the orange thing bruises.

"...Very spooky Dipsy." Tinky's smile was nervous but his tone was genuine.

Said tele smirks proudly.

Laa Laa glances over and rolls her eyes. "Typical."

"You're just jealous of my art skills, you probably have a boring or girly pumpkin!" Dipsy took great offense to her one worded comment.

"Dipsy, my pumpkin is smoking weed, yours is slowly dying."

"Well yours is living a life of crime!"

"Weed is legal in this state, you moron."

Tinky Winky face plants onto the table with a whine.

Meanwhile Po is happily drawing flowers on her pumpkin.

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Finn considers this to be the most awkward moment of his life. He hated talking about personal things, but Richard had decided they were going to sit here all day until he explained.

He had been convinced for several minutes that his captain was trying to break his arm.

Finn sinks back, trying to tug his arm away.

"What the hell do you want from me?! Let go of my arm you psycho!"

"Finn." Richard said, calmly.

"No, no, no, I refuse to go through this shit again, I swear to god just break something else this time!"

"Finn!" Richard clutched his shoulders.

Finn blinked back to reality, he held his head. He hadn't realized he had his eyes firmly shut, and internally groaned when he didn't hear Richard getting up.

"I'm fine now-" Finn barely got the sentence out before Richard interrupted him with a scoff.

"You just had a panic attack, you are not fine." He hasn't removed his hands yet.

"Richard-"

"Finn, we're going to sit here until you tell me what's going on."

He groans, "Do we really have to do this?"

"Yes."

Finn trembles, tensing in an attempt to keep the tears under his shut eyes.

"I'm tired of living like this, I'm tired of being alive, I'm tired of being awake, I want to be done, go into a coma or something."

Richard wrapped his arms around him, Finn's muffled self hatred by his shoulder.

Soon his mumbling morphed into just crying and sobbing. But unsurprisingly, Finn did not return the embrace, he just sat there almost awkwardly.

Finn soon began to feel exhausted from his burst of emotion.

Someone just end my pitiful existence already. 

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Anne cracked her back and sat up in her bed. She only noticed the note on her night table when she dressed into her usual outfit.

Grab your water gun outside your doorstep and wait in the training grounds, I will explain the training exercise there.

What?

Indeed outside, there's a water gun. She raised her eyebrow but orders are orders. With a bit of hesitation, she strapped it where she'd usually put her usual weapon.

Anne shuts and locks the door before heading to the directed location. Finn was already there before her, no surprise there.

"Finn? What is Richard planning this time?" Anne stands next to him, looking at the water gun again.

He sighs in response, "Something stupid."

Everyone else slowly arrived, equally looking confused, Conor just looked awkward as he felt the 'gun'.

He did know how to use one, he simply preferred to fight with his katakana.

Dutch suddenly started hissing and cursing under his breath after a squirt of water hit him in the eye. It really burned!

"Be more on guard Dutch!" Richard's voice scolds his lack of defense.

"My note said to leave my helmet!" The soldier attempted to defend himself with words.

"You need other ways to defend yourself!" He spins his water gun.

"Captain, what is the exercise?" Anne sighs.

"WE are going to fight with water guns."

"...Why?" She answered slowly.

Richard rolls his eyes with his own sigh. "ANNE. What if our base is overrun by enemies wielding water guns and fire us down?"

"But why would anyone do that-" Anne quickly ducks as Richard fires.

"Enough questions!"

"Am I allowed to shoot you captain?" Dutch winces, covering his eye.

"No, you weren't even permitted to talk."

"Dutch?!" Miles screamed, barely dodging the spray of water.

"Sorry Miles, but its either Richard or you!"

Anne took a deep breath and tried to pretend this was an actual gun instead of a toy.

Panic gripped the training grounds when Anne began taking 'fire'. Soldiers screamed and Finn took cover with Conor.

"Sometimes I question how I got here to be honest." Conor admitted, peeking to make sure Anne couldn't see them.

"Welcome to my world." Finn sighed, feeling a bit silly holding a child's toy full of pepper water.

Somewhere else Miles and Dutch screamed.

"Lucky we're not these teletubbies." Conor stated, Finn silently agreed with him.

It's embarrassing they hid the whole time, but as fights go, if the enemy is Anne, wait for her ammo to run out.

In the end of things, a lot of teletubbies had to go to the medical wing. Gary wasn't amused or pleased in the slightest.

"My poor charming eyes!" Dutch whined repeatedly, much to the doctor's irritation.

"Dutch, shut the fuck up or I will give you something to whine about."

The soldier pouts but mostly quiets down.

For three weeks Miles gave Richard glares and avoided him.

It was sweet payback as Richard whined about Miles ignoring him.

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Finn flinched, pulling his covers over his head upon hearing the cracking. It sounded like his bones snapping in his ears. He tangled himself in his sheets as if that would protect him from the memory of tight grips. The squeezing and bending of his small arm. 

He shakes his head, murmuring to himself that he’s not a child anymore. He doesn't have small limbs anymore.

He bites his pillow hearing another round of thunder. Finn mentally chants for it to stop.

His young self would drag himself to the bathroom for the first aid kit and then collapse on the floor. He wouldn’t be able to move, a floating sensation would infect his body. But Finn never got scared, it was relaxing to get out of his body.

He doesn’t even know how he’s kept it a secret for so long. It makes him want to crawl to the cold bathroom floor.

Fuck it.

Finn rolls out of his bed and crawls to the small bathroom, relief hitting him in shivers.

He rested his face against the cold surface and while he still flinched at every sound, it was easier to bear with on the floor and it was hours before he drifted off.

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Finn was lost in thought while washing the dishes, so he didn’t hear someone run up behind him.

He let out a startled sound when someone grabbed him and spun him. Of course he knew who it was, he’s familiar with his touch.

Finn stumbles a bit when he’s put back down.

“What was that about?”

Richard grins, “I just realized I love you, and it feels amazing.”

Finn snorts then turns back to the sink.

“We’re married.”

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Finn smacked someone with a pillow upon feeling them trying to tug him out of bed.

“Finn, come on, you need to wake up.”

The black tele huffed and simply covered his head with his pillow. “I’ll wake up when I’m dead.” 

Richard grabs his shirt and easily pulls him out from under his covers.

Finn tiredly glares at him.

The captain then throws his camo outfit and jacket at him, leaving no room for argument.

The lieutenant trudges to the bathroom, angrily cursing under his breath on the way.

Ten minutes passed before Finn came out of his room, looking as tired as before.

 “Alright, now to breakfast-"

Finn groans as if he’s a young teenager instead of an adult.

“Finn, you will waste away if you do not eat.” Richard drags him by his arm.

“Life is already a waste.” The black tele grumbles.

In the cafeteria Finn picked at his food as he ate at a slow pace. But he did manage to even though the whole time he wanted to throw it up.

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Dutch takes one look at his clock, the time causing him to tumble out of bed and run out of his room. He didn’t even bother to close the door behind him. Or put on his shirt.

He pounds on his brother’s door.

“Finn! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

Finn mumbles something foul under his breath, a few seconds pass before he curses then slams the door open.

“OW MY CHARMING NOSE!” Dutch shrieks, pressing a hand against his face.

Finn ignores him and rushes to the cafeteria.

He avoids eye contact while uneasy about the tense silence.

Miles takes one look at Dutch before shoving his helmet on to hide the gay panic on his face.

Everyone else was more distracted by Finn, he seemed to have forgotten to get out of his…soft colored night clothes and socks.

Finn wished to disappear on the spot, but he had promised to eat more.

Dutch made offended noises that no one was paying attention to his chest.

“Uh hello?”

“Yes Dutch, we can see you.” Anne turned her gaze to her plate.

“Then why is no one talking about the most charming-”

“Spare us your poor baby ego.” Lenny interrupted him with a slight smirk in his voice.

“Frick you Lenny.” Dutch pouted, that damn scientist knew how to humiliate anyone.

After breakfast, Finn rushed out to change out of his embarrassing attire.

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Most might assume Finn is bored of his job, but he honestly has never experienced excitement in his life so he doesn’t know what labels as boring.

It was a routine job, running the ice cream shack, watching his brother shamelessly flirt with anyone with a pulse, no matter the gender nor if they’re married or not.

That is until a certain surfer became a normal ‘customer’.

Finn looked up and dropped the items in his hands. He curses under his breath, lowering himself to the floor. He felt eyes on him until someone loudly smacked the counter.

“HEy fuckboy! The menu is up there!” Dutch snapped, glaring at the red teletubby that in his mind, ‘spawned’.

“You wanna say that to my face?!” The newcomer took offense to Dutch’s anger.

“I did you bloody idiot!”

Finn almost stood up again but panicked again when he saw the customer's chest again.

It was usually normal for mostly male surfers to be shirtless, Finn would just feel embarrassed, why was he acting so flustered!

Maybe it was because of the water droplets dripping down-

Finn was once again on the floor, internally screaming once more.

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Yeti pushes the door open, "Has dad seen Yeti's furry feet?"

Lenny raises an eyebrow at him, pausing from his work.

"Your what?"

Yeti points to his feet, "Yeti's furry feet!"

The scientist was really trying to figure out what the small teletubby was saying.

After five minutes of Yeti patiently pointing at his feet with his repeat of 'Yeti's furry feet', Lenny finally got a possibility in his head.

"Your slippers?"

The fluffy tele nods at a rapid speed.

"In the laundry room."

Yeti thanks him before running out.

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The memories of him helpless in his bunk bed, clutching his teddy bear were mostly faint. But last night has made him paranoid, worried if nightmares can predict the future.

He covers his ears hearing a bone snap. But looked around upon hearing his brother scream.

“Finn!”

He only gets a louder scream in return. Dutch wanted to follow his screaming, but he couldn’t move.

He never was one to understand how you feel sick just from an emotion.

But the horror of being unable to move made him want to vomit. The feeling of helplessness.

“FINN!”

He heard a strangled cry before everything went silent. His skin crawled at how cold it suddenly became.

Then someone burning hot hit the back of his head.

And that’s how he found himself on the floor, he pushes himself back on the bed and stares at the ceiling until daylight shines through his window.

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Finn and Anne shut the doors behind them, breathing heavily with horrified looks.

Conor blankly stares at them, “What’s wrong?”

“Wa..Wat…” Finn uncharacteristically stutters.

“Tell the captain we’re being attacked by an enemy equipped with water guns.” Anne spoke up for the shocked lieutenant.

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“Seee, I told you all!” Richard waved his finger.

He of course told everyone to grab their water guns.

Dutch was just glad he was allowed to have his helmet this time.

“Watch out for my sister, she’s small and knows how to use it to her advantage.” Richard gives them a surprise warning.

Everyone’s startled when they hear a window crash before they could set out.

Finn quickly turns to easily spot what caused it.

He saw the painful-to-look-at clothing before the actual teletubby.

A cherry red teletubby was spinning a water gun in her mittens, this baffled almost everyone since it was summer.

“Richie I told you to stop sending me lobsters, I fucking hate those things!” She opened fire on Richard.

The red captain ducks, laughing .

“Well you sent me that video of you literally lighting a spider on fire!” 

“She didn’t do her job so I had to execute her!”

Then the fight broke out.

Finn looked at the others before signaling to go outside to deal with the enemy.

He honestly didn’t favor holding this water gun for long periods of time.

Finally he heard the female voice shout, “Move out!”

Anne’s shoulders relax while Finn and Miles go to check on Richard.

He’s sitting on the floor, with a hand over his eyes.

“Guess who’s going to the doctor?” Richard laughed.

Finn shook his head. “Gary is going to be very upset about this.”

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“Okay first of all, you, shut up.” Laa-Laa squinted at her shadow, she swore she saw that glowing mouth. “I won’t let my friends die, if they die, it means I already was dead.”

She knew she probably had dark bags under her eyes, every night she was plagued by these nightmares, paranoid someone was watching her.

It almost drove her insane.

“Um, Laa-Laa? Are you okay?”

She paused then slowly turned her head, Tinky had a worried and concerned look painted on his face.

Shit, she probably looked insane, randomly talking to her shadow.

She smiles awkwardly, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Tinky offers a confused smile then opens up his arms.

Laa-Laa could have insisted she doesn’t need a hug, but you were actually insane if you objected to a Tinky Winky hug.

So she walked into a hug that was much needed. And forgot about the nightmares for the day.

… Until that night .

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Guardian was out of breath and panting, his legs shook.

The familiar scream behind him gave him a feeling of hopelessness. He couldn't run anymore, he was going to die.

His body couldn't hold itself up anymore, Guardian fell onto the snow at the exact same time someone lunged at him.

He grunted in pain when they tripped on him, maybe not expecting him to fall like that.

They cry out and there's a loud thump and cracking.

Though Guardian shoots up when he hears screaming and rapid water movement. Even though it was hard to see through the snow, he sees a tall figure flailing in water.

Wait, water?

Guardian drags himself closer to the distressed tele.

Tinky Winky must have accidentally broke the ice he landed on. Unfortunately, the purple infected couldn't swim. And it must be so deep that not even Tinky can stand at all.

You would think him crazy for what he's about to do, but he couldn't leave the violet teletubby to drown here.

Guardian doesn't know how he managed to grab Tinky's arms but pulled as hard as his weak hands could. Honestly he is worried that the taller might accidentally drag them both in.

He tries pulling the other's hands behind him in hopes Tinky will blindly grab at the ground while his ears fold back in response to the loud screeching. Somehow over that he slightly hears a tiny noise behind him.

And suddenly his small form is knocked backwards. Something large almost crushes him. Its followed by loud huffing and puffing.

Guardian soon realizes its Tinky making soft but deep noises. He slowly moves himself to the side so the small male can sit up.

But that's all he was able to manage before Tinky Winky settled his head into Guardian's lap and his tail wrapping around his waist.

He is stunned into silence, the good news is that he's not dead.

The bad news is that Guardian is stuck and not knowing when Tinky is going to get up.

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Tinky Winky was dozing off on the couch when someone grabbed his shoulders and a head nuzzles his fur and antenna.

Its not common knowledge, but teletubby antennas are a bit sensitive.

So he’s startled and his mind comes up with three possibilities.

Po, but he quickly throws that away, she was away on a trip. Also she was too short to get to his triangle antenna.

Somehow he didn’t notice a break in, but then again why would they nuzzle him instead of robbing the apartment.

The third thought seemed silly, Arrow. The orange teletubby was their other roommate. But he’s a serious and grumpy kind of guy.

But he had to check.

“Arrow?” Tinky murmurs tiredly.

“Hmm?” Arrow sounded basically the opposite of him.

“Imma need you to let go, I need to go to bed.” He yawns.

“But I wanna be awake.”

“How am I stopping you?” He attempts to wiggle out of the shorter teletubby’s grip.

Not to give you the idea that Arrow is short, Tinky Winky naturally was almost always taller than everyone he came across.

After a few seconds, Tinky just stands up. The orange teletubby now hanging onto his shoulders.

The purple tele was too tired to make any more effort to get Arrow off, so he trudges to his bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

He yawns. “To bed.”

Tinky Winky can’t even care enough to pull his covers back so he just face plants on his pillow.

Arrow makes an offended noise and pokes the other’s soft face only to find that the taller had fallen asleep the second his face touched the pillow.

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"I'll probably do it wrong and then I'll fall and the sharks will eat me." Dana complains, uneasy on her surfboard.

"Why would a shark want to eat you?"

She glares at Ron who was sporting a shit eating grin. "You're lucky you're too far away for me to punch."

Meanwhile on the beach Lenny was holding a rock while carefully observing where Ron was surfing.

"What are you doing?" Guardian asked him suspiciously.

"I'm testing to see if I can knock Ron off his board." Trying to find the perfect timing and angle.

"No you're not!" She snaps, grabbing his wrist.

"Oh come on, you're no fun." Lenny scoffs but tosses the rock aside.

While everyone was wearing attire you would expect at a beach, Lenny was basically dressed as normal, except for that the lab coat was thinner and according to him water proof.

Apparently Lenny didn't feel the heat. "I have a coat for any situation."

"You really need to go everywhere with your coats?" Guardian had to ask.

"It's always funny when everyone realizes they still don't know what's under it."

"You little shit-"

They look at the ocean hearing Ron yell out as they witnessed Dana tackling him off his board. She apparently had surfed closer to him.

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Tinky Winky was asleep and dreaming one second, and the next he couldn’t breathe. He wiggled, muffling screams. He somehow had the strength to finally push his attacker off him.

He didn’t wake anyone up, he ran out of the dome. Feeling confused and terrified. He shivered against the chills.

Soon Tinky couldn’t run anymore and collapsed on the sand. He shakily sighs as the only sound he heard was the lake and his heavy breathing. 

Soft footsteps catch his attention and he hopes its Po-wait no Po doesn’t walk like that. She’s more of a runner and fast paced.

He looks behind him, okay it's just Laa-Laa.

Tinky breathes out.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I don’t know why I ran away in the middle of the night.” He looks down in a mix of shame and embarrassment.

“It’s okay, I know.” 

The yellow tele’s footsteps were changing. They sound more…cautious?

“I did try to make it quick, but I didn’t expect you to fight back.”

Tinky Winky was now back to terrified and ALARMED. His mouth opened to cry out, but he couldn’t get his words out.

“I suggest you use this limited time to use your words, because after this you won’t be speaking anymore.”

Tinky couldn’t get up and run. His brain was trying to connect the words ‘attempted murder’, ‘Laa-Laa’ and ‘friend’. But these words simply shouldn’t belong together.

She tightly grips his neck and pins his throat against the sand. Taking advantage of his lying position.

“We tried to get Dipsy to come with us to look for you, but he kept mumbling about how he would just wait in case you came back.”

Whenever Tinky Winky’s strangling noises got to the point of him almost passing out from lack of oxygen, Laa-Laa would cease. He didn’t know why she was talking about this.

“We even implied that you could be in big trouble, still that moron didn’t seem to care-”

Tinky began to cry, he didn’t know if it was out of the pain, fear or the implication of Dipsy not caring about him.

His scream was cut short by her claws ripping into his throat.

Po’s ears perk when she hears a familiar scream but it only lasts for one second but she swears she heard it from the beach.

Something painful surges through her body. It made her stumble and almost fall over. She clutches her chest, she hears her television screen make a strange noise.

Po felt like she was struggling to breathe, what was going on? A numbing chill spread to every nerve and all her limbs.

Her antenna, which had been glowing, came to a stop. Po got a feeling in her stomach, telling her Tinky Winky was in deep trouble.

She eagerly runs toward the noise, it felt like forever before she finally made it only to skid to a stop. Her jaw dropped at the horrifying scene despite her unable to understand fear, she knew anyone else would use that word to describe this.

The chills became worse.

Tinky laid lifeless on the sand. His throat and face were bleeding. 

Po shook in a mix of anger and shock.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” She finally screamed, Laa-Laa turns to look at her but Po was already running.

Her breathing was shortening which was very odd.

“Dipsy!” Po yells.

She trips when she gets to the dome entrance. She turns her head.

Surprisingly Laa-Laa wasn’t following her.

Po pushes herself up before stumbling in, her purple eyes widen.

Laa-Laa must have gotten here first due to how slow Po was. She’s standing over Dipsy’s limp body. Blood was spilled on the ground, on the slide. She’s gripping Dipsy’s head by the antenna. 

The biggest problem being the head wasn’t attached to his neck.

The red teletubby turns on her feet and runs again, ignoring her body’s need to stop. She didn’t get far before someone, if she couldn’t guess who, tackled her.

Po growls and screams, before she could curse Laa-Laa out, she couldn’t breathe. She clutches at her neck, where she feels the roughness of a rope.

You bitch!

Laa-Laa shortens the rope before standing up, and drags the girl somewhere while still strangling her.

Po kicks and scratches at the grass trying to slow the other, but it does nothing. She doesn’t possess a survival instinct, but she fights mentally to cling onto life. 

Soon the feeling of grass and dirt on the back of her shirt left, and something hard replaced it. She supposes this could be called ‘dragged up on a tree’. Or pulled up? 

The choking became worse suddenly, Po twists and turns, trying to take off the rope. She looks down when she realizes she was swaying.

Laa-Laa observes her with curious green eyes.

“You’re still alive?”

Po struggled to keep her gaze on this crazy bitch.

“You’re going to die eventually, there’s no point in holding on.” She tilts her head. “You’ll see Tinky again if you give into the darkness.”

The fucking what?

“I’m not leaving until I see you die.” 

To Po’s mismay, Laa-Laa blurs into a mess of colors. She couldn’t…

Her body goes limp as her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Laa-Laa wordlessly heads back to the dome, hopefully the infection hasn’t kicked into motion in Dipsy’s body yet. She sighs in relief, the head and body are still there.

She heaves his corpse onto her shoulder before picking up his head and puts it under her arm.

Off through the caves, to the outskirts then it should kick in when they get to the satellite station. Maybe she’ll get to see this so-called ‘Guardian’. 

Laa-Laa read about him in Noo-Noo’s notes and considering she didn’t encounter him all night, he sounds like the worst she’s ever heard of.

Maybe he’ll stop being a lil coward if he lives to reach the station.

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Laa-Laa knows she used to be weak and is the target of Noo-Noo’s sexist ‘jokes’. Hard to tell with his monotone voice. She hoped the cleaning robot would just grow out of it.

Maybe he would learn to be nicer.

But he remained as mean as ever.

The shadow would mock her for how weak she was for letting the robot hurt her friends. She used to fear the towering black huge tubby.

But now he was just an annoyance.

Laa-Laa promised herself she wouldn’t be weak anymore. She’d get stronger, stand up to Noo-Noo more and would protect her friends from any harm.

Even if it meant holding her tears back and when she felt scared. The yellow teletubby couldn’t make them worry about her. She has to be strong for them.

Laa-Laa sighs and places her hands on her hips. Her legs have been getting stronger so her ball had been getting stuck more. But she couldn’t depend on Po every time this happened.

Just the thought of going to find Po opened the mocking words.

Are you so useless that you have to ask someone to get something down for you?

Laa-Laa looks behind her with a glare expecting the shadow to be there. But he wasn’t.

Just think, you don’t help with something like this. Look for a different way.

Wait.

She grips the tree with her claws and presses her feet down to help with the ascent. Good thing the tree had no risk of cutting her feet.

Laa-Laa grins excitedly as she neared her big orange ball.

Alright, she’s gripping the branches, now how to get the ball.

Hmm.

Then she remembers a phrase from one of Tinky Winky’s books, ‘use your head’. Maybe it didn’t mean literally but that doesn’t matter.

Laa-Laa hits the ball with her head and antenna as hard as she could. She smiles as it flies off and rolls down the hill.

She’s not worried since that ball is very durable. Laa-Laa slowly climbs back down.

The tele runs after her favorite item giggling. She did it! All by herself!

She was proud of herself for not needing help. Cheese, she could make climbing things a useful skill.

Laa-Laa would never be weak ever again.

Just wait until that dumb shadow sees how useful and strong she’ll be.

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“Is this uncomfortable for you?” Because of his laying position, Guardian could feel how tense the scientist was and hear his heart racing.

Lenny pauses for a few seconds. “No, I just...don’t often have small teletubbies laying on me.”

“Not even before the accident?” Referring to how Lenny would often and casually say things like ‘I haven’t felt anything since the accident.’

Guardian more felt than heard the other’s responding chuckle. “I guess maybe, I don’t really remember.”

They both knew that was a lie. Lenny did remember, it was simply too painful to talk about.

Of course he never said it was painful to talk about, Guardian only knew this by piecing together Lenny’s comments and the pictures in his wallet he insists on showing to any nearby teletubbies as if they haven’t seen them before.

The second puzzle piece slowly came together when he saw a second picture of the fluffy teletubby who Lenny referred to as his ‘tiny’ baby. A white mask was over his face.

Guardian only saw the monster in the mountains face for a few seconds, but it had similarities to ‘tiny’. What he thought was a pale infected face was actually a mask.

The taller had sent him a suspicious look, making it apparent his thoughts clearly showed on his face.

“His...face looks familiar.”

“It’s a mask.” He had responded bluntly.

“Why is he wearing it?”

Lenny paused, his purple eyes darting as if he did not know how to answer. He just silently pocketed his wallet.

“Why do you want to sleep there anyway?” Lenny’s voice brought him out of the memory.

The white teletubby feels a light blush creep on his face. “I...Uh...feel safe here.”

Lenny lifts a tired eyebrow. “Safe?”

That probably was a strange thing to confess to someone who almost stabbed anyone on a daily basis.

“Mm-hmm.”

“You’re a weird one.” The other huffs but wraps an arm around him.

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Laa-Laa yawned, out of boredom more than anything. She didn’t feel like hanging with her friends and wasn’t in a ball mood.

She walks around their home, it was really pretty, but when you see it everyday it does tend to get boring.

She passes the weird white rock, it was always odd since it looked so obviously fake and it’s just too white. Laa-Laa’s thoughts about the rock stop when she spots a weird opening.

A little excited to see something new, she runs over the brown rocky surface.

Its pitch black but she was better at seeing in the dark than any other teletubby.

(Which is how she always found the other’s missing items)

She carefully creeps forward, she heard heavy breathing somewhere but that could be a wild animal.

There were glowing things here and there. Her green eyes shone at the sight of the pretty lights.

How have they never noticed this opening before?

Laa-Laa’s ears perk before she even heard the noise.

Footsteps.

She wonders if the others found this...too…

The yellow teletubby retracts this thought once she realized the noise was rushing towards her. She winces when five sets of lights shine on her.

Laa-Laa’s eyes widen when she realizes there’s five figures shining lights at her. She runs away instead of confronting them. She had no chance of fighting five strangers running towards her.

She chokes down the urge to scream and just tells herself to run like hell. She would trip over rocks and the bright things, but would quickly push herself back up.

Even if her bruised legs begged to rest.

Laa-Laa almost skid to a stop when she saw a large gap, but she would rather risk the jump than let the possibly danger get closer.

She hisses as she nailed it but accidentally cut her shoulders in the process.

Fuck!

Laa-Laa didn’t stop to look behind her, just kept running. She felt a chill when she finally saw the sky again.

Not because it was night now.

But because she felt like she just exited a cage into a wide real world.

Laa-Laa ducks under something when she hears something behind her. She doesn’t look up, scared that they would see her eyes and find her. Her heart races seeing the beams of light shine on the ground.

What the hell is going on?

OW Fuck!

Something sharp pokes her neck, irritated she yanks it out. Her limbs stop responding and she falls on her face. Laa-Laa couldn’t pull her face up no matter how hard she tried.

The footsteps were louder than her thoughts. Thank god she passed out right as she felt someone grab her leg.

Laa-Laa yawns as she sits up in her bed.

She narrows her eyes.

…She didn’t remember going to bed.

“Laa-Laa! You’re awake!”

The teletubby is almost startled by Tinky Winky’s frightened squeal as he hugs her tightly.

Well tightly in Tinky Winky terms.

“Where were you last night?! You didn’t come in when it was time for sleep! I mean you’re here now but-”

Laa-Laa pats his face, “I don’t remember.”

It reminds her of a morning where Tinky went missing and by afternoon was found sleeping under a tree. It wouldn’t be so strange if he hadn’t woke up freaking out, not remembering falling asleep in the first place.

He just whines in response, confusing her.

“Why are you still so worried?”

Tinky gestures at her legs and shoulders, “When we all woke up, Announcer found that you were injured.”

Laa-Laa looks, there were bandages on her legs and shoulders.

“Huh. I really don’t remember, but I’m not in pain.”

This was not be the first time everyone would notice Laa-Laa didn’t come home and then would be in bed with scratches in the morning. She just couldn’t remember.

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Lenny’s glasses were foggy from the water droplets but he wasn’t going to stop until the three of them were clean.

Its not like the dome was stocked with bathing supplies, (he’s still confused on how children can be test subjects) and he’s a thirteen year old with no money.

So he had to ‘permanently borrow’ from some empty houses. It was a bit hard since he needed to find soap intended for children. But he managed along with a water hose and a bucket big enough for the job.

And other necessary items.

Lenny has found its very efficient to brush your hair while you’re bathing. A younger children doesn’t quite understand this thinking however.

“Why can’t Len just brush it after Yeti’s done?” The smallest of the three complain, bouncing on his heels.

“The wetter hair and fur is, the easier it is to brush.” While Lenny just used the brush for Arrow and Cave, to get the right hairstyle for Yeti, he needed to also use a comb.

And certain shampoo and conditioner, since the tiny teletubby is the fluffiest he’s seen.

And once he needs to towel them, they try to shoot off like rockets.

“Hold on, Tiny, playtime isn’t going anywhere without you.”

He tries grabbing his long tail mostly likely for not the last time today.

“We’ve been over this, my tail isn’t a toy.”

“Then why fun to grab?”

Lenny is startled out of his thoughts by a loud knock, he almost dropped the comb he had been staring at for the past three hours.

“Lenny the machines aren’t going to fix themselves!” A female’s voice shouts.

His purple eyes dart over to the case where his broken glasses lie. He shakes his head as he tries to reconnect to the present.

“Oh joy, I’ll be out soon, just shoo before I stab you.” He opens the third drawer on his desk and gently places the comb in it before quietly shutting it.

He breathes in and exhales a couple of times to regain composure, the last thing he wants is to be distracted and get questioning stares at his off behavior.

Lenny shuts off the lights before opening and locking his door.

And begins the extremely exciting walk to the slow communication machines!

Lenny swears it’ll end with him performing surgery on it. Which will cause a blackout since he has done it before. But it works so he doesn’t know why everyone complains about it.

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Laa-Laa swings her arms as she walks through the snow. It was weird, but the snow on the mountain felt more wild like than the snow back at home.

She doesn’t walk too far and lays on the snow, giggling as the snowflakes land on her cheeks. She promises herself she’ll go home when it gets too cold.

The yellow tele closes her eyes, it was comfortable enough with her orange jacket. Without meaning to she drifted off.

She tiredly opens her eyes, her face felt a bit numb.

Great, she must have fallen asleep.

…What woke her up?

She catches movement and freezes.

Laa-Laa’s horrified as she realizes dark figures were sneaking towards her.

Its similar when Po sneaks on bunnies to try to hold them. But that’s where the problem lies.

She’s a teletubby, not an animal!

Laa-Laa jumps up and brushes the snow off quickly.

Where can she run? She might get lost if she runs deeper but the figures were blocking where she came from.

And if she can’t run…

Laa-Laa rams into one of the figures as hard as she can. She had stumbled after the hit but it did go down, letting out a surprised grunt.

Her antenna glows as a tingle in her body urges her to turn. Not really knowing why, she grabs the arm that was going to grab her shoulder and throws them with a scream to get her adrenaline running.

Laa-Laa runs down the path, her arms were a bit sore from that. They were heavier than the average teletubby.

But she stumbles when something sharp hits the back of her neck. Laa-Laa strained to reach, but her arms were failing her. Her legs followed, she couldn’t even crawl out of reach.

“That was a close one.” A faint voice says.

She then woke up shivering in her bed. The yellow teletubby didn’t know why she’d be cold, it wasn’t winter.

It was nighttime.

She sneezes, causing Announcer to power on.

“Laa-Laa, how do you have a cold? The mountains are off limits-”

“Dunno.” She sighs, feeling sleepy.

“Do you want medicine?” Thankfully this was the only robot who picked up on hints.

“I think I’ll be able to sleep.” She shuts her green eyes, dozing off.

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Laa-Laa huffs before jumping onto the damp ground. She didn’t want to just sit in a helicopter, everyone else already got off.

Her ears perk and curly tail wags when the helicopter finally started lowering to the ground. As fun the ride was, she’s getting impatient from only sitting down.

Laa-Laa would have shot out from her seat like a bullet if Conor hadn’t stopped her.

“Not you.” He pushed her back into her seat.

“Come on Conor! I want to do something!” Because of the discovery of Laa-Laa being one of the main studies of the experiment she was in, Conor was given orders to make sure the yellow teletubby doesn’t get herself killed.

The silver teletubby’s monotone and calm appearance did interest Laa-Laa, but she was still annoyed she was being treated as if she was fragile. She could protect herself just fine.

(Admittedly if Laa-Laa didn’t have the tendency to wander off, Conor wouldn’t have gotten extra orders to take her with him when he can’t be at the base. In the research papers Lenny discovered, he told her the scientists had to recapture her and mind wipe her because she wandered off into areas not part of the experiment.)

“Sitting here is doing something.” Conor ignores her groan and slouching.

Laa-Laa squints, it was really storming here. She carefully moves, a weird feeling warning her danger was nearby.

She hears something growling nearby. It sounded like an animal but she also could tell it was a teletubby making the noise.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out the camera, Anne says it was one of the two items they found near her unconscious body.

The other one was currently on her head.

According to Lenny, its a low tech night vision camera. He wasn’t very impressed by it but Laa-Laa thinks its interesting.

She’d jump now and again thinking she saw someone, but realized it would be a tree.

She spots something round and slowly advances. Laa-Laa is surprised to find an orange ball in an area where infected custard was located.

The yellow tele is surprised on how big it was.

And how familiar it smelt.

She tenses up when she hears the growl right behind her. She spins around to see a green monster towering over her. It bends its torso and began maybe sniffing the air.

She backs away, trying to decide if she should run or fight. Laa-Laa stares at its head, its antenna pointing up. Looking at it gave her a weird feeling.

Logic finally kicked in and told her to fucking run.

She puts away the camera and runs through the water, she had above average eyesight for a teletubby so she wasn’t worried about running in the pitch black.

Laa-Laa tripped over herself a few times, but didn’t look back. Only when she was running out of breath did she turn.

Good.

But she notices something at her shoes. She squints at it.

It was a blue bowl with a disgusting scent coming from it. It smelt obviously expired but she couldn’t tell what color the stuff inside was.

This must be one of the infected custards.

The teletubby jumps hearing a deep roar and Conor yell out. She knew it was him because he had this weird ability to raise his voice but still sound monotone.

Laa-Laa runs with new energy, her heart racing from a mix of worry and excitement.

She sees the green monster from before approaching the fallen silver teletubby. He was rapidly trying to find his dropped sword in the darkness.

Laa-Laa pounces on the soaked thing’s back, it jerks and she’s surprised at the scales under her fingers.

She quickly grabs the sword fastened on her waist, and plunges it through its back.

It emits a scream that hurt Laa-Laa ears...and…

Her hands shake then lose feeling as they both fall. She pushes herself on her forearms and stares at the creature. It had somehow fallen on its side, crackling noises are coming from its probably broken television screen.

Once Laa-Laa’s brain put together the picture that she had thrust the sword so hard that it stabbed its screen, she began to cry uncontrollably.

She didn’t know why.

It was one to feel sad because the infection caused animal like behavior which involves killing urges.

But to burst out sobbing like this?

Laa-Laa grips the ground and forces herself onto her two legs, a gloved hand pushes on her shoulders. She stumbled a bit but her legs willingly walk back to the helicopter.

Thinking about the corpse made green flashes burn at her brain.

By the time she’s thinking more clearly, her ears pick up the sound of Conor’s angry slight scolding.

Despite her current emotional state, she groans. “Conor, I’m too tired for “I told you to stay put” yell at me tomorrow.”

She wasn’t lying, she right away fell unconscious after she said that.

The other soldiers looked away nervous upon hearing Conor’s slow deep irritated sigh.

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He really didn’t want to see her corpse, but he had to check if there was any custard on the sand.

Guardian thought he was just hearing the lake’s movement, but the closer he got, he realized with a chill that it was someone moving in the water.

He nears the tree Laa-Laa was killed under, he was briefly confused. She was motionless on her stomach, her face underwater.

He’s pretty sure she was on her back the last time he checked. But Guardian supposes Tinky Winky might've just moved her body for some reason.

He internally groans, a bowl of custard was right next to her body.

Just get it over with, she’s dead, its not like she’s going to jump scare you.

He slowly kneels next to her and took out one of the syringes he had been using to take the samples and cautiously leans over, sticks it into the bowl. Despite his thoughts, his heart was racing.

Maybe he’s actually more worried Tinky will suddenly appear.

Guardian pockets the syringe.

He screams when something roared then jumped on him.

Even though he was thinking about it, he didn’t actually expect Laa-Laa to get up and tackle him.

He screamed again when sharp teeth bit into his shoulder.

Was he going to die?!

He REALLY didn’t want too, but he hit her with his camera as hard as he could manage.

Laa-Laa shrieks and stumbles backwards. She falls into the water and frantically scratches at her face, trying to get the shards of glass out of her remaining eye.

Guardian runs, trying to ignore the stinging of his shoulder. He wanted to get out of here, but he had two more places to check.

He spots another one once again under a tree. He hears a strange noise from above, his pale eyes glance up and he winces.

It was dark but he could recognize Po’s swaying body.

Guardian manages to take another sample with only a little shaking and thankfully none of his blood fell in the bowl.

When he stands up, he feels someone...staring at him. He nervous aims his night vision camera behind him.

..No one. He scanned all around him, but it was only himself and the hanging corpse.

Guardian doesn’t know why he checked up. Though the screen was cracked, it was obviously showing her looking down at him.

He freezes, expecting this illusion to vanish.

But he could see the red pupils in the black voids, a sadistic grin formed on her pale lips. Something red drips into the bowl and starts staining the grass.

Guardian slowly backs away, her antenna suddenly glows. Because of her thin night clothes, he could tell her television screen is also lighting up.

But he has no idea why.

He’s startled when he bumps into something cold and warm. The thing flinched.

Guardian spins around, its body was shaking. A light above revealed its purple fur.

He looks up.

Tinky Winky was only clearly visible due to his glowing antenna. An angry frown contrasting to Po’s gleeful grin.

A thump makes him turn around. The red girl had somehow fallen to the ground. She had fallen face first and her leg smacked over the bowl. She gives a disgusted look to the pink liquid on her pants.

Then looks at them both and for some reason give a thumbs up.

Guardian’s flight sense finally kicks in when he hears Tinky make movement.

Mountains. He’s got to get there.

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Umby Pumby was lying on Ping’s lap, a tired glare on her features. Her dark blue eyes would often roll back before she would snap them back in place.

She was a bit peeved because of her menstruation cycle, a bit foggy because of the weed she smoked an hour ago. But she refused to let Ping up, so the pink teletubby couldn't get her any pain killers.

“You could take a nap?” The taller one suggests.

“Don’t feel like it.” Umby yawns, pressing her cheek against Ping’s knee.

Despite that, she could hear soft snores coming from the smaller. Ping was going to gently set her to the side to get the painkillers, but an iron grasp grabbed her arm.

Umby squints at her.

“You’re literally the heaviest sleeper I know.” Ping says in disbelief.

“You’re my temporary pillow, you stay sitting down.” The usually sleepy teletubby grumps. 

Ping pouts but listens, holding her close.

Umby Pumby’s ears burn a bit, she mumbles a bit before resuming her snoring.

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Laa-Laa leans out of her seat slightly to see if she could spot anyone who sent the distress signal. It oddly had came from the exact place Anne’s team had found her at.

Something inside warned her that danger was nearby. Logic says that nothing could attack them in the air, but Laa-Laa’s senses have never let her down before.

Her green eyes squint when she spots something red glowing. When the helicopterr got closer to the ground, the red thing is revealed to be a tiny red teletubby.

The glow was coming from their circle antenna.

Laa-Laa sniffs the air trying to guess their gender. They smelled male but she doesn’t know if they have preferred pro-nouns.

They strangely didn’t react to the loud noises of the helicopter. When it finally turned off, the soft crying could now be heard.

“Uh...is this a good idea? This feels like the monster from a horror game where they fake cry!”

Everyone raises an eyebrow at Dutch.

The warning feeling in Laa-Laa’s gut increased as she slowly stepped off, the red teletubby seemed to be trembling slightly.

“Hey, are you okay?” She calls out.

The shaking lessens, but they don’t turn around, just remain in their sitting position.

“Can you hear me?” She cautiously lays her hand on their shoulder.

The high pitch scream hurts her ears, it wasn’t a screech of pain nor fear. They jump on her and attempts to bite her throat.

However Laa-Laa grips their antenna and chucks them away. They let out a surprised grunt.

A second later a louder scream assaulted everyone’s ears. Something tall rushes out from the satellite station. This one’s scent smelt female but once again she couldn’t be too sure.

Its black eyes seemed to be filled with rage.

Laa-Laa ducks as it tried rushing at her.

The purple monster screams as a bullet enters its shoulder.

The red one screams again, except this time they sounded enraged. They jump on Dutch’s back and sink its teeth into his shoulder.

“Get it off get it off!” He shrieks acting as if he had a spider on him.

Miles shoots at the red monster’s back causing it to scream in agony. Laa-Laa couldn’t help flinching from the sharp sound.

It releases Dutch and bolts towards the taller beast and climbs on its back.

It snarls and slowly stalks over to the group.

Laa-Laa quickly takes out her sword and stabs it through its torso, wincing at its pained cry.

It backs off and flees, the weapon still where she had injured it.

Despite the fact it was trying to kill them, she didn’t want it to die. So she hoped it wouldn’t die of blood loss.

“We need to get of here, Dutch might get infected by that bite.” She hurriedly jumps into her seat.

“But I don’t wanna see Lenny!” Dutch whines with a pout.

“I really am sorry Dutch, but Lenny is the only one who has access to the cure.” Conor dragged the black teletubby into the helicopter.

“But he’ll make fun of me!”

“Yes he will, but you’ll be free of an infection so sit your ass down young man!” Laa-Laa sternly glares at him.

“Ugh! You’re not my mom!” But Dutch did sit down.

“You only found a red monster?” Richard question looking as confused Laa-Laa is.

“And a purple one, but yeah, don’t know who could have sent that distress signal, but Lenny says that 'unfortunately Dutch will be okay'.” She makes a face. “I’m surprisingly still not used to his way of delivering good news.”

“Not all of us consider it good news if Dutch survives something.” Anne snorts causing Miles to glare at her.

Laa-Laa tunes out the argument between Richard, Anne, Miles, and Finn to think about the red teletubby’s glowing antenna.

Something about the circle felt familiar, maybe she could ask Lenny since he seemed to be the go to for strange information.

“Well, according to the camera footage recovered from the shitty night vision camera all the blue workers are now expired, and were any of the monster covered in any kind of body fluid?”

Laa-Laa rolled her eyes, when will he just use normal words?

“No.”

“What do you think then?” Lenny restrains his shit eating grin at the yellow tele’s frustrated look.

“You’re seriously making me guess again?!”

“Sunshine you’ll never get far in life if you depend on others to give you the straight answer.”

Laa-Laa groans, but tries to think of the answer.

...Was it possible that the tiny monster sent the signal with its antenna??

“How does that make any sense? I thought the monsters acted like animals?” She furrows her brows.

“Well, I can only assume they are spending time around someone sane or at least not an infected.”

“You two you need to work on enduring longer or at least dodging weapons.” Noo-Noo was frustrated when the two came back with bullets inside of them. “I did not infect the custard to be picking out bullets.”

Tinky Winky someone restrained from flicking his ears in annoyance. He did not like being reminded on how Noo-Noo ruined his life.

“Don’t get me started with the sword!”

Humph, Tinky’s just glad Po didn’t get stabbed.

“I got like a list of teletubbies that got to die, Laa-Laa, the black one, whoever shot me in the back...yeah that’s it.” Po counts on her fingers.

“The green one.” Tinky droned.

“Thanks.”

The rest of the time they just talked about their past tortures and torments on The Guardian.

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Finn covers his mouth and presses his knees to his chest, refusing to go through this again. He hates feeling like a piece of meat. He shuts his eyes tightly, maybe if he wished hard enough, the eyes would stop staring at him.

Other teletubbies who feel undesirable wouldn’t be so ungrateful like you are.

He covers his ears as if that would make the mocking voices stop.

This could feel better if you’d stop thinking.

His eyes almost shot open when the voice sounded like Jim.

No.

I suggest you don’t scream or else your brother might find out that you’re-

Finn refused to even listen to the word, hearing it was like being hit in the gut.

Being related to someone like you would damage his poor reputation and probably his ego. He’d rather choose something he can’t even touch over a living breathing teletubby.

Stop it! Its not true!

That’s what he wanted to believe, but the more he thought about it. The more he started to believe it.

The voices paused when he slightly heard his name. It was odd for all of them to fall silent. They only did that when he was with someone.

Terror overcame him when he realized someone was holding him against them.

Finn opens his eyes and screams.

“No!” He struggles and pushes against the unknown teletubby, despite knowing it was a pointless effort. “Break my limbs, torture me, just please don’t do this again!”

He began to uncontrollably shake bile rose to his throat as he thought about the choking sensation, and when the taste formed in his mind. His weak body couldn’t hold back the urge to vomit anymore.

The tele spins him around, toward the floor, but not dropping him.

Shit.

Richard realizes he shouldn’t have turned Finn so quickly like that, it made him throw up more.

He didn’t know what caused him to fly into a panic like that. Finn of course has had panic attacks before, but never has he screamed like that nor plead to break his limbs.

Finn spits and gags bringing Richard out of his thoughts.

“Finn?”

His second in command breathes heavily.

“I...I’m sorr...I’m sorry.” His orange eyes dart towards the bathroom. “I’ll...clean it, I’m sorry.”

“What, no, its okay, its my floor-” The captain is interrupted by Finn’s huff.

“Its my mess.” The black teletubby once again tries to get out of the other’s grasp, thankfully the panic has passed.

“My room.”

Finn groans. “At least let me clean my face.”

Richard loosens his grip, giving the shorter the freedom to the bathroom. While his boyfriend cleans himself up, he thinks back to the whole experience.

He obviously won’t force Finn to talk, but the other’s behavior is getting more intense and concerning. And he refuses to get therapy, Dutch refuses to repeat Finn’s reasoning.

“I never want to hear him say that sentence ever again.” Dutch grumbled, shivering a bit.

“Okay I’m done.”

Richard blinks then shakes his head when he notices the floor cleaned up.

“I told you it was my floor.”

Finn manages a tiny half smile with a shrug before sitting back on the bed.

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“It’s okay, I can walk by myself.” It was obvious by her voice on how sick she is.

Tinky Winky raised an eyebrow, halfway through their childhood Laa-Laa had started becoming unreasonably stubborn.

Her face was flushed from the fever and her antenna would glow at random times, not to mention was swaying a bit.

“Alright, try walking.” He lets go of her arm and almost comically, she stumbles then face plants into the grass.

The yellow teletubby barely manages to pull her head up. “Alright, I might need help getting back to the base, but no picking up.”

He helps her up, she insisted on just leaning against his side, sadly too stubborn to agree to be carried.

“We’d get there faster if you let me carry you.”

“I’m not a child nor a damsel in distress.”

Tinky managed to resist the urge to roll his eyes. She still was stumbling a bit but better than when she tried proving she could walk.

“Hi, I found her.” Tinky calls up to the guard.

“Is she injured?” Mylène asked as they opened the gate.

“No.” Tinky internally sighed at the memory of Laa-Laa not being sighted anywhere after a hoard of newborns were detected in the distance.

He doesn’t even know how, in her feverish state, she managed to sneak past trained soldiers. And god knows how Laa-Laa took on said hoard of newborns by herself.

DNA of the sun goddess or not Tinky still feels like she should of stayed put and wait to get better instead of rushing into action.

“Now you, stay in bed.” He sternly looks at the smaller teletubby as he guides her to her assigned room.

“Fine.” Laa-Laa pouts, pulling the green cover back. “Should I wear sunglasses or eye mask?”

“Eye mask.” Tinky shuts off the light while she reaches into the nightstand.

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Guardian felt so sick, maybe due to not having food for a while. This place was familiar. Laa-Laa ran into this place a lot before the scientists would have to come fetch her to wipe her memory.

He sighed after seeing the stray bowls of custard. Great, he was hoping he could just quickly get through the ruins.

The slight kick of dirt caught his attention.

He almost didn’t believe what he saw when he turned.

She hissed lowly. It was obvious that the noise was an accident.

Guardian resisted the urge to scream. Why did Laa-Laa follow him here?

Both of her eyes were missing. She must have scratched out the remaining one after he hit her with his camera.

He manages to dodge just in time when she lunges at him screaming.

Guardian ducks into the mess of ruins in a blind panic. He hears her yelp as she trips over the rubble.

He ran until he ran out of breath. He no longer saw her following him.

But he doesn't turn his back on the ruins. Before he can even sigh he bumps into something warm and he hears a low humming growl.

Guardian whips around to see the disturbing sight of Laa-Laa behind him.

How did this make any sense? Surely he would’ve heard her walking the other way?

He ran in the opposite direction. Dread settled over him as the possibility of death loomed over him. No one would find his body if he died, but there’s no reasoning with an infected teletubby that’s hunting you.

Guardian can’t think properly, running like this. He needs to find a hiding place. Well, there’s plenty of ruble…Better than just eventually passing out from exhaustion.

For a few seconds it was strangely silent.

How can he get out of here?

His frantic thoughts are interrupted by a soft hum. It's soothing and…

Guardian shakes his head when he faintly realizes the singing has stopped. Or at least the humming has. He can hear breathing changing in pitch and sounding like a beautifully haunting song.

He looks up and nearly has a heart attack.

A familiar yellow figure glares down at him in the only way someone can glare with no eyes.

In that second he was positive he was going to die, but Laa-Laa suddenly turned her back on him and screeched in pain.

In a panic, he ran back to the exit and could hear her screams increasing but looking back he could see she wasn’t following.

The demonic energy felt like it was breaking her back. If she could weep, tears of pain would be rolling down. She cursed the demon for pulling this bullshit right now. The threat has probably already escaped.

Laa-Laa only stopped cursing him out when she passed out from the transformation.

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Dipsy looked up from grading on his phone when he slightly noticed Laa-Laa stumbling through the living room.

“Did you even sleep last night?”

She squints at him, her black eye not shining like it usually does. “I’m a demon I got no time for that.”

“I may only be an art teacher but I’m pretty sure half demons need sleep.”

The woman scoffs before clumsily adjusting her work sleeves. As someone who lived with a crazy scientist robot in his childhood who thought starving children was an acceptable punishment and experiment..he could tell Laa-Laa also hadn’t been eating lately either.

“You also haven’t been eating.”

“Who the heck are you? My doctor?”

“Do you even have one?”

She shrugs. “Haven’t had one ever since I turned eighteen.”

“Anyway, you’re going to accidentally break someone’s limbs again, you hardly have any control when you go without sleep or food.”

Laa-Laa grumbles before sulking to the bedroom, taking off her uniform as she went.

Can’t come into workk, Dipshit grew a brain today

She stares at her phone screen, curious for Tinky Winky’s response.

Good because Guardian can’t afford to go back into the hospital.

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Po was lying on her stomach on Tinky’s covered legs. The teletubby himself was reading a book out loud, Po honestly just liked the sound of his voice. It was pure and comforting, even when he was getting after someone.

She worried Laa-Laa and Dipsy would ruin him, until he smacked them with his red handbag and gave them a disappointed look. The two of them actually cowered away, mumbling apologies.

Still Tinky Winky was too good for this ugly world.

“I wish you could have been living with us instead of the sewers.” She interrupted the reading.

“Huh?” He was confused with slight worry.

“We probably could have grown up better if we had your hugs and your bag and your disappointed looks.” She moved up so she could hear his heartbeat, it always pushed away her homicidal rage.

He puts down the book and wraps his arms around her.

“And avoided giving Guardian twenty one plus years of therapy.” She added.

Tinky winced at the thought of the white teletubby. His heart broke whenever he crossed his mind. The poor thing was emotionally and mentally damaged.

“I’m sorry.” Po pats his face. “I forgot you produce tears when we talk about Guardian.”

“I..it’s called crying.”

“Right, I’m sorry we just added problems that Noo-Noo already was the cause of.”

Tinky Winky sighs. “I don’t think it would have mattered if you tried to stop him, he probably would have just hurt you three too.”

Po yawns, she also could have these hugs since they’re better than sleep medication. Laa-Laa could’ve coped with her nightmares better if she had Tinky’s hugs and Dipsy could’ve been less of a dick.

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Tinky Winky pouts up his face as he stares in the mirror. Today his chubbiness is the least of his problems. For right now his issue is the urge to claw out of his body.

This normally only happened when either he was on his menstruation cycle or would spot Dipsy bluntly staring at his chest. It was uncomfortable, even more so that the green teletubby didn’t even try to hide it.

He sighs and sits against it, sick of looking at his body. It probably wasn’t that much big of a deal, his chest size was small so its not like there’s much to look at. But then he thinks about some outfits of his would look prettier and cuter if it was bigger.

But he didn’t want to be sexually objectified. He wished he had the courage to tell him to stop or at least ask really nicely.

But instead he forces an angry pout and stomps away before he bursts out into tears.

Tinky would feel bad if everyone yelled at Dipsy for that.

“Tinky!Tinky!Tinky!”

His sad silence was interrupted by a very excited high pitched voice.

Little Po jumped off her dirty scooter and ran into the dome with her muddy feet. Her head was completely clean though.

“Noo-Noo won’t like that.” His red eyes dart around for the blue robot.

Luckily he wasn’t nearby, weird.

“It’s an emergency though!”

Oh no, was someone hurt!?

Po pulls off the white flower crown and places it on his head.

“If Tinky Winky is sad, I’m sad too! And by law, everyone else should be too!” She wraps her arms around him, but Tinky didn’t mind the mud.

The itch to scratch out of his birth body still was there, but tamed to a tiny itch.

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Butterflies flutter in his stomach as he slowly lifts up the window, he lets out a sigh of relief when he finally gets in. He’s lucky he didn’t fall to his death.

His face flushes as he carefully approaches the bed. But not too close, he might disturb the angel sleeping.

She had her face pressed against the pillow and her arm was hanging off the side of the fluffy bed.

Guardian felt so unworthy in being even this close to the goddess in the room.

“It’s rude to stare.”

He shrieks in response to the unknown deep voice. He couldn’t see who it was but he panicked and bolted towards the window.

Ah shit.

He stopped falling suddenly and his face was inches away from the sidewalk. Then pitch blackness. 

Guardian hit around since it felt tight. Finally his prison opened and only now smelled the trash.

How in the world did he get in the trash can?

The white teletubby climbs to his feet and panics and starts throwing the garbage that spilled back in.

Shadow snickers quietly as he watches the hilarious display.

“Are they trying to steal our trash?” His sister tiredly padded next to him, squinting out the window.

The demon shrugs.

Laa-Laa shuts the window then stumbles back to bed.

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Po hisses quietly as she forces herself through the desert. The monster in the caves must have broke her ribs since her rib cage has been hurting like hell ever since it tossed her into a wall.

Come on Po just breathe!

It was tempting to rest on the ground but she was determined to see this tiny mission of hers through. And resting would delay her progress.

Strange pained moans reached her ears up ahead. They were strange because of how musical it sounded.

Po cautiously creeps near the noise. Her jaw drops when she finds the source and quietly ducks down despite the pain.

How the hell is Laa-Laa here? She’s dead on the beach? And when did she get taller?

She shakily grabs a rock and throws it far away from her.

Laa-Laa roars and runs in that direction.

Po’s heart races but she wasn’t scared. Maybe worried, but not scared. She clenches her jaw and walks as stealthily as she can, carefully not to accidentally kick any dirt or rocks.

She doesn’t know how she did it, but she did. She doesn’t relax her breathing though. Po simply keeps walking.

She only let out her breath when she came across a strange place.

She began randomly tugging on the levers.

Surprised when the front opened. So it was a door?

Po wasn’t sure if it was safe, she wished she knew what was going on with Tinky. She felt more confident with her best friend around.

She looks back, not knowing if Laa-Laa could be following. But she shouldn’t take any chances.

The red teletubby cringes as her feet touch the cold metal. It was different than the dome.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the first blue dead body. She shakes her head then sits down, pulling on her hair.

Fuck, what should she do? What would Tinky Winky do?

Well, he wouldn't be sitting on the floor like I am. He’d already would have ran ahead and I’m not getting anything done by sitting here.

Po shoves herself up, gathering her wits and races ahead, ignoring any more corpses from here on out.

She skids to a halt when she hears a noise of pain. She changes her course.

Ron nearly had a heart attack when something bolted towards him. His fingers brushed against his gun but stopped when he saw it was a child.

“Hey blue dude.” Po tilts her head, they were holding where their ribs are.

It reminded her of her broken ribs, ugh great.

“Where in the world are your parents?” He narrows his brown eyes.

“Parents?” She frowns. “My friends are dead and I’m looking for help.”

“Well, there is a room to send out a distress signal but…” Ron lets out a painful grunt. “I rather get killed by the monster than interact with Lenny in any shape or form.”

“Huh? What monster?”

“It’s a freaky bastard with no head and a chainsaw.”

Po could not understand how someone could live without their head.

“Okay, I’ll go find this room and do it myself.”

She turns on her heels to leave the man behind.

“Hold on, you can’t get in without a keycard.”

“A what card?” Po twitched impatiently.

Ron winced as he reached into his pocket and threw out his card at the weird child. “Just hold it up to the door.”

She had never seen something so weird in her life. “Alrighty then, see ya stranger.”

Po finally races away, a map would have been great but oh well.

By the time she found the correct room, she was quietly letting out hisses of pain. But determined to carry on, she refused to rest.

Po tapped on the buttons with the tiny words on them. And was only relied when ‘Distress signal sent’ appeared on the screen.

She walked back to the door and faintly heard the noise of a chainsaw.

Ugh, she better not die here.

It was like wandering through a damn maze. Her mind was starting to fade into a painful daze.

Po snapped back to reality when the noise was suddenly louder. She looks behind her to see an almost familiar green teletubby. She recognized the black and white splotches on his hands.

But Dipsy’s head was missing.

“Well shit.”

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The caretaker robot was concerned at first when the two boys would hold hands in the bath. For the sole reason that Nin and Duggle Dee would scream and wail if they were forced to stop holding hands.

But he was relieved that Ru-Ru and Daa-Daa would only do it when bathing.

Daa-Daa laid his head against the muddy dirt, half of his body was outside the lake. He couldn’t see anything.

His eyelids flutter when he smells someone familiar. His warning sense wasn’t going off so he assumed they weren’t a threat.

He tilts his head slightly. Daa-Daa’s ears perk when he feels a warm soft hand grab his limp one.

They don’t speak but the green undead recognizes the hold.

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To Po, she was extremely confident that Tinky Winky was the purest angel to exist. Even though there was no trace of white on him, he was an angel they didn't deserve. Even when he was even slightly disappointed with them, he would still hug them.

She couldn't imagine a life without her angel in it, his hugs always felt magical, there was no way Tinky was a normal teletubby like her and the others.

If she dies and his angelic voice isn't the last thing she hears, she's suing god. His giggles are like a heavenly choir.

And will beat up anyone who would dare try to corrupt her angel. Her days are so much brighter, they shine brighter than the stars

"Tinky, have I ever told you how angelic you are?" She pokes her head from under the purple covers, the tall teletubby was sat up with his hand mirror and brush out.

His hair was a mess at the moment, as bed hair is, but still looked amazing.

"I couldn't even count the number on my fingers." Tinky giggles tiredly.

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Recently his mind had been a wrecked daze. Probably due to the electric shocks he would receive from his master.

It didn't assign any names to the green and yellow blurs. 

But his blood ran cold when he raised his energy formed spear over a red blur. His stomach filled with a chilly dread.

Notagainnotagainnotagain-

His panicked breathing sped up as the blob formed into a proper picture of the young teletubby.

Tinky Winky tensed his muscles, trying his damn hardest to not kill her again. He knew the consequences for failing to kill someone but he didn't care right now. He rather be punished for failure than kill his best friend again.

Admittedly it took a few moments for Po's brain to firgure out if she stayed in this spot, she would die for good.

She wanted to help him (and take apart Noo-Noo) but even her pride had to agree that she would just be hurting him if she stayed.

She hesitantly jumps to her feet and runs towards the helicopter. It was a good thing she didn't turn back to look.

Tinky Winky almost collapses on the dirt, black tears flooding down his face, not even paying attention when a scorpion newborn rushed past him. 

He silently sobs and hiccups.

For what reason, he wasn't exactly sure. It could be a mix of things.

The tall teletubby eventually pushed himself up to head back to what his mind labeled as master's base. He still had to be punished after all.

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He flailed his body helpless as a green figure pointed something unknown at his tiny body.

He only knew that he didn’t like it.

It scared him.

He was scared.

A high pitch scream erupted from his throat as his black eyes shot open. He started to wail as he kicked around. 

He sobbed into the darkness, his pulse starting to skyrocket.

A purple light moving into the room ceased his cries a bit.

”Hey Blinky, nightmare about the little jerk?” 

His black tears blurred the tall teletubby but nods sniffling. His metal hands grab the bars awkwardly as he stands up.

The newborn reaches his fingers up in an ‘up’ motion.

”It’s a bit late for uppies but alright you little escape artist.” Lenny carefully lifts the baby out of the crib.

when the newborn was brought into this room, he had to be kept in a tube with a special fluid that should influence his dna and for more fur to grow.

When teletubbies are created they need to be kept in this kind of liquid to grow properly.

Blinky somehow was always escaping the tube, this was the smartest newborn they had come across.

But he really was harmless, simple tests showed that he had a strange form of mutation that proved he wasn’t a murderous infected.

And responded with genuine fear at Miles pointing a gun at him.

After taking a look at him after five nights of nightmares, Skylar thinks that has left some traumatic mark on the poor baby’s brain.

after Blinky no longer needed the tube, Lenny proceeded with the plan of giving the kid arms. He wasn’t around twenty four seven and worried about the newborn.

Blinky tiredly chews on the front of the scientist’s lab coat, soon getting sleepy again, forgetting about his nightmare.

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Lenny was slumped over the desk in the assigned room as he craned his neck to stare at the drawing pinned to the wall.

He was hoping he'd eventually feel pain from the uncomfortable position. But he only felt tiny tingles.

Anger claws at his brain despite his vacant gaze. It begged for blood.

Lucky's blood specifically. 

But he wasn't sure if he was mad enough to actually murder his former boss. He frowns.

Lenny got nauseous around blood yet every cell in his body cried for it. Purple light glows on the frame like a spotlight.

He had already tried closing his eyes to avoid seeing one of the side effects of the poison. But it was like having a flashlight shone right into your pupils.

It made him want to gouge out his eyes.

The tall teletubby finally sighs and pushes himself up. Maybe a scalding shower will make him feel something.

He 'scratched' at his scalp in frustration. His fingers tingled where his claws should be, if only Lucky didn't declaw him.

He felt the hot water, but no pain came of it, he tore some of the scars on his back with his fingers. He felt blood pouring down but it didn't hurt. 

By the end of it, the washcloth was drenched in blood from the violent scrubbing.

Lenny took one look in the mirror and a sudden burst of anger and disgust is why he stabbed it. He couldn't stand his glowing eyes, even his tears glowed.

(He didn't even want to know if his organs also glows)

Anger ate at his body and had no where else to go.

He didn't want to see how tired he was. 

Maybe if he stayed put he'd bleed to death.

But apparently Kiri wasn't done with him because he woke up the next morning.

The anger would erupt like a volcano, it made sense he was pissed off at Lucky for being straight up terrible. 

But he found himself furious at other teles for no good reason. (Due to lack of sleep maybe) He tried to understand because if he could figure it out, he could find a way to control it.

But months later, he stopped trying to understand and just let most of the anger escape.

Lenny knew he should've tried harder to contain it, knew it was wrong, the only thing he could control was the urge to spill blood. 

Cold numbness stroked over his former morals. The kind where you just can't bring yourself to care.

The scientist let the cold in through the front door for a simple reason.

He had nothing left to lose.

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Miles tugged at the muzzle, but his small hands weren't strong enough to rip it off. Also hard to do when walking to your best friend's house.

Conor opened the door, his face didn't change but confusion and shock flashed in his red eyes. 

He pulls him inside while calling out for his mom.

She rushes into the living room, a concerned expression on her features.

"Miles dear what the heck is on your face?"

"A muzzle." He droned as if unaffected by the situation, but his voice was hoarse from crying.

For half an hour they both tried removing it, but it was difficult.

"I'll go get your father." She told Conor then left the room.

Two red teletubbies emerge from the kitchen.

"Dude, what's on your face?" The smallest one raised an eyebrow.

"A muzzle." Conor answered with a tiny huff.

"For what purpose?" She scowls with a scrunch of her face.

"For biting." Miles grumbled, fresh tears forming in his eyes.

The taller one drops in front of the green teletubby, squeezing him into a hug.   

The two adults arrive into the room.

Conor's father shakes his head and mutters under his breath. He grasps the straps behind Miles's head and snaps them.

Richard catches the fallen muzzle and chucks it across the room.

"I seriously need to have a word with his parents." The gray and black mother grimaces at the muzzle.

"I've already tried that and they seriously act like its normal."

Miles sniffs the air. "Is something burning?"

Richard releases him with a gasp and runs to the kitchen.

"Did you burn your toast again?" Tori asks in disbelief while Conor rolls his eyes.

The three kids walk into the room to see the toaster on fire.

"I set all the features right this time though!"

"Settings." Miles corrected, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

"Features." The tallest insists.

"At least it wasn't your cereal this time." His sister snorts with the tiniest smirk.

"The milk was clearly spoiled."

"Richie who on earth willingly uses spoiled milk."

Conor emits an offended noise.

"Anyone else that isn't a weirdo like Con." Tori rolls her pink eyes and then was promptly shoved by Miles.

"Great we have to buy another toaster." Conor's father sighs at the wide doorway.

Richard laughs sheepishly, "I'd give you mine but my older sister thinks I'll give it autism."

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Something is off.

Was the creature’s first thought upon drifting awake. She had been only been dozing off, not really sleeping. The reason for that was the absence of a certain purple infected.

Six black eyes open as she pushes all of her legs up so she’s no longer ‘laying’ down.

(When you’re a spider its hard to tell what's lying down or not)

There was a lot of future ducking to do; because she’s a big spider; but she was too impatient to wait any longer.

She was careful to not disturb any wires since Master would scold her for an hour, and she didn’t want any boring lectures.

Curiously, she found him outside, sitting on the dirt instead of standing.

Tinky turns his head slightly when he heard her approach.

Then grunts slightly when Po decided to collapse her weight on him. Luckily he could handle heavy spiders.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

Tinky Winky’s mind constantly jumped through hoops ever since the infection started. Sometimes he couldn’t get himself to move, like now.

But his friend’s scent calmed down his mind. Her weight grounded him to reality. He finally could close his eyelids, it was always a relief when he was able to have control over his body again.

Drifting off to dreams of a previous life.

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Ron stared at the vent, unsure if he should attempt it. It might be too much of a tight squeeze. Especially with his broken ribs. He did have some medical experience, but that was towards burns and wounds.

His ears shoot up, catching the chainsaw noises. Okay, he needed to think quick. He takes off his gun from his belt. The monster would certainly get distracted by a couple of bullets in it.

That small guy smelled really terrible so he wasn't too fond of running into him and if his Chi instincts are right about him being a Fluff, he might be stuck with a parasitic race. But what choice did he have?

Guardian nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard thunder. Which was odd since it wasn't raining when he came to the station. He was on his way to the noise when he was jump scared by Ron sliding out of one of the weird small openings. 

The worker carefully stands up, wincing and wrinkling his nose.

"Did you find Tobby's keycard?" He grimaces at the cuts on his arms. 

"Yeah, its right here-" Guardian looked like he was trying to hand it to him, so Ron back up.

"No, you hold it, I don't want to catch germs." He gestures where they need to go. "I'll just walk behind you, let's go send out that distress signal."

Guardian blankly stares at the many keys, it was very different from the button he pressed underground.

"Do you seriously not know how to send one?" The blue Teletubby sounded exasperated and annoyed. 

"...Apparently not, it sounded easier in my head."

"Great." Ron shoos him aside before tapping on the keys with his left fingers.

Needs help.

He grumbles at messing up on the sentence.

New phone whos dis.

Iwtg Lenny send help

In due time.

all workers dead

Fine pussy.

Ron almost banged his head on the keys in frustration, interacting with Lenny was like torture.

"Okay let's get outside and hope Miles doesn't get sent out."

Ron almost stumbled to the ground in his haste to get out of the communication room. 

"Do you need help-"

"Absolutely not!"

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Tinky Winky mentally slaps himself awake, in his defense, it was really late. The darkened sky with the white glowing moon proved that. He's sitting in a chair, trying not to swing his legs. 

Noo-Noo didn't like him doing such immature things, which is also why the teddy Announcer gave him is buried deep in his bag.

After calming Po to sleep, she would scream and yell until Tinky came into her room, the cleaning robot was in the main room. Before the young Tele could say or do anything, he directed him to follow him.

He was confused but listened. His tail quivered nervously when he realized they were leaving beyond their home, but was more uneasy at the thought of protesting at the very idea of wandering too far away from the house.

It was a bit unreal to be in the place where their Tubby Custard was made. Is there also a place where Tubby Toast is made? He didn't ask, not wanting to poke his nose where it doesn't belong. And not wanting to be a bother in general.

Noo-Noo was doing stuff Tinky didn't really understand. While he could read the words on the screen thing, he didn't understand what they meant.

He was secretly very relieved when they left, but he must have fell asleep on the way back because he couldn't remember what he had been doing last night in the morning.

He thought and thought until his brain began to hurt.

Oh well, maybe it wasn't that important.

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This Alpha just wouldn’t shut up. Dipsy internally sighs as the blue fur Teletubby talks.

He’d take a step back whenever the slightly taller man would try to touch his shoulder.

Too bad you can’t choose your class.

“Excuse me!”

Dipsy snaps back to reality hearing an annoyed feminine voice.

A violet Tele approaches the two.“I’m a bit busy sw-” The poor bastard didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence since the taller punched him.

His savior seemed vaguely familiar.

The purple teletubby put a comforting hand on his shoulder, his face wrapped in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Then Dipsy noticed the red handbag and it clicked.

Tinky Winky Smith just punched an alpha in the face for him.

He nods. “I can’t believe you actually punched him.”

The idiot groaned from his place on the ground and covered his now bleeding nose.

Tinky glares down at him. “Maybe this will serve as a lesson to take a hint, Ron.”

Dipsy relishes the stunned shocked on Ron’s face.

The Wess gently nudges him to walk away from the pathetic alpha.

“Alphas these days, we don’t live in those times anymore!” Tinky sounded so annoyed and exasperated, Dipsy snorted under his breath.

“Tell that to the Osples.” Dipsy did not know much about other races, but Osple omegas had the worst experiences with alphas.

“Poor swimmers.” Tinky frowns, his ears drooping a bit.

A comfortable silence stretches between them until Tinky suddenly stops with a grimace.

“Was he seriously about to pull out the ‘sweetheart’?”

Definitely.

“Problem for you?”

Tinky sighs heavily. “I was out for lunch with my friend Laa-Laa and the waiter kept addressing us as ‘sweetheart’ and ‘omega’.”

“Dickness aside, you know Laa-Laa?”

He nods. “Yeah, Laa-Laa started yelling and wanted to hit him or send him to hell.”

Dipsy half smirks. Sounds like Laa-Laa.

“And then the waiter complained to his manager about the disrespectful omegas.”

“Hold on, how were you being disrespectful?”

Tinky shrugs. “Maybe because I was trying to tell him my order instead of thanking him?”

“Did the manger force you to leave?”

“No, once he noticed me and an enraged demon, he gave us a different waiter. Luckily Laa-Laa calmed down, and didn’t endanger her reputation.”

“That’s Laa-Laa for you.” Dipsy chuckles. “Little angry star.”

“Do you know her?” Tinky tilts his head like a puppy.

“She never mentions me?!” The Rep dramatically gasps with a hand on his chest.

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, long story short, I challenged a half demon to a fight and she knocked me out. Been best friends since.”

Tinky hums in thought. “You have weird friends.”

“Didn’t you just called her your friend?”

Tinky smiles shyly. “I guess we both have weird friends.”

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Miles’s ears perk hearing loud movement. His eye focuses on the entrance of his tent, Anne awkwardly is sitting up from her fallen position.

Conor opens his eyes, drifting out of his half dozing state. He could see Anne’s bandages were starting to fall off.

“They’re slipping.” He states simply.

The pink Teletubby crawls closer to them. “You do it, I don’t want to accidentally touch it again.”

The silver tele sits up while Anne inches closer to Miles. They came back to camp yesterday in shock after being captured on their latest mission. A complete moron could look at their eye and realize they had been tortured.

No, Conor isn’t forgetting the s. They came back each missing an eye. Anne wouldn’t say how they lost them, and Miles seemed to be silent from the shock of it all.

Conor tightens the white bandages while Anne quietly but awkwardly holds Miles’s hand.

“Did you see the doctor?”

“Yeah. Before I fell in here.” Anne sighed, slightly jealous of how quickly the green tele went back to sleep.

Her attempts at sleeping makes her body shudder as her eyelids remind her something is missing. She never thought losing an eye would have such a huge impact on her.

After a moment of hesitation, she rests her chin on top of his head.

Half a second later, Miles began purring loudly. The vibrations almost made Anne jerk away. She huffs, fighting a smile.

“I barely did anything.”

Conor just gives her the tiniest of smiles.

“You’re both annoying.” The pink soldier grumbles quietly, closing her eyelids.

She grunts feeling Conor pull them closer to his body. Miles makes a noise in his sleep similar to a puppy.

“Thin ice Conor.” Anne mutters.

“Okay.”

She can hear the grin in his voice, she didn’t need to look at his face to see the smile.