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Anne closed her eyes, sighing. She was so tired. She felt like hadn't slept in days. Well, she hasn't, but she didn't expect all of those sleepless nights to catch up to her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. That demon wouldn't stop haunting her. It was always at the edge of her bed, or in the corner of her room. It's been haunting her for years, but it's never gotten this bad.

Lenny shifted in the bed. Anne looked over to him, watching while he slept. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. He always looked miserable when he was awake. Lenny was always overworking himself, and it took a toll on his mental and physical health. That makes Anne think of White. He died a few years ago, and that's when the demon showed up. White never slept, and was always working. Anne wondered if he even knew what sleep was. She had found him passed out on his desk once, and had to carry him to bed.

Anne wondered if White had to do with Lenny's current poor health. His death had taken a huge toll on the both of them, but it seemed to affect Lenny the worst. Anne tries to comfort him, but there's not much she can do.

Anne looked at the ceiling. She closed her eyes again, but she knew she wouldn't fall asleep.

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Gary looked around himself franticly. Lenny rested in his arms, passed out. He was bleeding out. Gary panicked, trying to wake him up. Is it alright to leave him passed out? How do I stop the bleeding? Gary shook him. He was no doctor, he was just an engineer. "Lenny, wake up!" He shouted at the indigo Teletubby. No response. "Lenny, wake the fuck up!" His eyes burned from the tears he was holding back.

His own cousin bled out in his arms. Tears fell down his face while he tried to contact the military. No signal.

Gary tried to stop the bleeding, but he didn't know if he was succeeding. He smacked Lenny in the face, trying to wake him up. It didn't work. "Oh my goddess.." Gary loosened his grip on Lenny. Whatever he tried, it never worked. When Lenny's body began to get cold, Gary knew that he was gone.

He sobbed, letting go of Lenny's body. Lenny slipped onto the forest floor. Gary looked at his hands, which were covered in Lenny's blood. He covered his face with his hands, unable to look at Lenny. This was all his fault. He wanted to show Lenny this stupid pond, and an infected found them. Gary tried to wipe his tears, but he just got blood all over his face. What would he even say to Anne? Or White?

He wanted to bash his head into a wall. He got his little cousin killed. It's all his fault. I'm so sorry, Lenny. He silently apologized. Gary knew it would solve nothing, but he couldn't stop apologizing. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Gary sobbed.

Lenny's eyes were still closed from when he passed out. His body was a lot colder, though. His face was pale. Gary apologized a million more times, but no matter how many times he did, Lenny never woke up.

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White looked down at Tinky Winky's dead body. Oh my goddess. Immediately after killing him, he felt extreme guilt. He swore he heard him talk. And yet he still shot him.

White jumped when he heard a familiar voice. "Hello?" They croaked. The voice was a faint whisper. "Um..hello?" White called out. He had his hand on his gun. He was completely alone. "I shouldn't have left the group.." He sighed to himself. "Is someone there?" The voice asked. "Uh, yes, I'm over here." White said. He heard footsteps coming towards him, and began to feel anxious. He didn't know if someone was tricking him, or if an infected was mocking someone's voice. That yeti did it, so it was entirely possible. Purple fur came out of the darkness, and White immediately panicked. He raised his gun in the air, pointing it at Tinky Winky. "Wait-!" Tinky Winky raised up his hands, but White wasn't listening and shot him.

"Shit.." White ran his hand through his hair. He shot him through the chest, and not the head. Maybe he wasn't dead. White checked his heartbeat. Nothing. White sat down on the grass next to his body for a minute, processing what he just did. He just killed Tinky Winky. He didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to explain this to Miles?

He began to panic when he heard the group coming towards him. Oh shit.

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Lenny placed a gentle kiss on White's forehead. They were currently cuddling on the couch with Anne. Lenny's arms were wrapped around White. His back was against Anne's chest, and she had her arms wrapped around both Lenny and White. The gentle rise and fall of her chest soothed Lenny. White had his head resting on Lenny's chest. They were all quiet, just enjoying each other's company.

A slight smile was on White's face as he snuggled Lenny. He enjoyed the warmth of his fur against his face. Anne silently wished that this moment would last forever.

Lenny found himself falling asleep, and noticed that White was already sleeping. He let himself drift into sleep, hoping Anne wouldn't mind. Eventually, all three of them were passed out. Gary walked in, about to tease Lenny, but stopped at the door when he saw they were asleep. He turned off the lights, smiling to himself. He would tease him in the morning. He left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

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White's footsteps sounded like small taps on the floor. It looked like a chess board. He looked around himself. He's been here before, when he was having a PTSD attack. He stopped walking when he heard faint laughing. It must be that shadow.

White slowly began walking again, this time more cautious. He was grabbed back by something cold. He yelped in surprise, turning his head to look at the Teletubby who grabbed him. It was the shadow, smiling. He moved White closer to him, so now White's back was pressing against the shadow's stomach. White froze, unable to move or speak. The shadow's grip on his shoulder got tighter, and it was now hurting him. White opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't. The shadow forced him down onto his knees, still laughing.

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White shot up from his bed, gasping. He looked beside him franticly. Anne and Lenny were still there, sleeping. White ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. He stared at the wall for a few minutes, thinking about his dream. His back still felt like it hurt, even though it wasn't real. He laid back down. White closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep.

He hoped that he wouldn't have that dream again. It reminded him of that night in the sewers with the White Coat.

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White stretched, yawning. His shoulder ached, making White wince. He was extremely tired. He had stayed up all night wondering where Lenny was. It turned out he was overworking himself again and had fallen asleep in the lab.

He made his way to his room, wanting to sleep. White didn't care that it was morning. He flopped onto the bed, sighing. He pulled the covers over himself, and closed his eyes. He eventually fell asleep, only to dream of the shadow again. He's been having nightmares of this... thing for years now. White hasn't had a peaceful night since he escaped the mainland. He groaned in annoyance.

White had nothing else to do but walk. So, he kept walking and walking until he found something. It was the shadow, as usual, but with Laalaa. "Laalaa?" White stepped closer, which made Laalaa disappear. This confused White, but it made the shadow laugh. He was always laughing. Would you just shut up for once? White thought. Suddenly a loud scream was heard. It hurt White's ears so much he had to cover them. He closed his eyes and waited for it to pass. When he opened his eyes again, the shadow was right in front of him. He put a hand to his chest, burning a mark onto White. White screamed in pain, clutching the shadow's arm, which only burned his hands as well.

The shadow laughed, his bright smile blinding White.

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White jolted up from his bed, breathing heavily. He looked at his hands, and saw that they his hands were turned black, like the shadow. The same happened to his chest, and it had somehow passed through his chest to his back. White began to panic, confused by what this meant. He thought it was only a dream, but he was wrong.

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Guardian tapped his desk, bored. All he ever did was sit around and watch these four. He leaned back in his chair, sighing. He crossed his legs, deciding it was more comfortable than sitting normally.

Guardian's ear flicked when he heard something in the sewers. He looked over to the entrance of the security room. A red Teletubby stood in the entrance, a small smile on his face. The Tubby was wearing a lab coat, so Guardian assumed he was a White Coat. "Hello." He gave a short greeting before turning his attention back to the cameras. "Hello, Guardian." His voice sounded a bit sinister, but Guardian didn't notice that.

"Do you need something, sir?" Guardian asked the White Coat. "Yes, actually. Could you do something for me?" The White Coat got closer to Guardian, his hands behind his back.

"Like what? I need to watch these four." Guardian looked over to the White Coat and gestured to the cameras. "They'll be fine. Just come with me." The White Coat put his hand on Guardian's shoulder as if to reassure him. Guardian didn't want to disobey a White Coat, so he just got up from his chair. "What do you need me to?" He asked.

The White Coat lead him farther into the sewers, and stopped when he found a dead end. "Come over here." The White Coat waved him over. Guardian hesitantly walked to him, confused. He was even more confused when the White Coat started to take off his lab coat.

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Guardian curled up in his chair. He couldn't get his mind off of what happened last night.

He wasn't sure what happened, but it hurt. It hurt bad. His waist still hurt from how hard the White Coat gripped it. Bruises were left there, and occasionally Guardian would accidentally bump them against the chair, hurting himself. Why did the White Coat hurt him? Did he do something bad? The teenager only curled up more at the thought.

He wiped tears off of his face. He hoped that he would just forget about this.

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Conor rested in Dutch's arms, smiling to himself. Dutch's body was warm, a stark contrast to Conor's cold, almost corpse-like, body. They were both complete opposites. Conor looked starving, but Dutch was more chubby. Dutch's fur was a warm black, and Conor's was a pale silver. Dutch was fluffy, but Conor was more sleek. Dutch had golden eyes, and Conor had one blue eye. His other one was scarred. Despite their differences, they loved each other more than they could express. Conor loved being near Dutch. He acted so differently around him. Usually he was more quiet and reserved, but whenever he was around him, he acted like an excited puppy.

Conor laid in bed, thinking of Dutch. Nothing felt right anymore without him. He still remembered blood going everywhere when Richard shot him in the heart. He gripped his covers and pulled them over his head. He felt like he was about to cry.

His eyes burned, and they began to water. Conor tried blinking the tears away, but they kept coming.

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Po smiled, admiring Laalaa. The sun shined on her golden fur, making her look like she was glowing. She looked beautiful in every way. Po didn't care that it hurt her eyes to stare at the scene, instead she continued.

Laalaa laughed as she played ball with Dipsy. She looked like she was having so much fun. Po personally thought that Laalaa looked even more beautiful than the Sun Goddess herself, and she was most definitely more kind, and so much more caring. It was as if the Sun Goddess intentionally made her the most precious and caring Teletubby on earth.

Po was so glad she had the best friends ever. All of them were so unique and amazing in their own ways, and it amazed Po everytime she noticed. Dipsy might be sarcastic and a bit selfish at times, but he's also incredibly funny, and he still cares deeply for his friends even if he doesn't show it. Tinky Winky was clumsy and a bit too nice, but he always had the best fashion sense, and he was always so good at comforting his friends. Laalaa was just amazing. She was so beautiful and caring, and she always knew how to find a way to have a good time. She had flaws, as everyone does, but they were so small that Po barely noticed them. Laalaa was sometimes a bit too caring. Po didn't even know that was possible. She was grateful for her regardless of her flaws. She was grateful for all of them.

Po's face got red when Laalaa turned to look at her. Laalaa smiled, waving at Po. Po waved back, a small smile on her face. Laalaa turned back around and continued to play with Dipsy.

Po swore she had the very sun in her eyes. Her bright and beautiful eyes.

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Anne stood there, holding back tears. She couldn't let him know how desperate she was. "Dad,-" She was about to speak, but her father cut her off. "Don't call me that." He snapped. Anne inhaled, her eyes burning from the tears threatening to fall. "Dominic, please, just listen to me. Mom's sick, and she needs someone at home to take care of her. I can't help her, I'm too busy with the military. She needs you." Anne pleaded. "Why can't your sister do it?" Dominic crossed his arms.

This made Anne furious. "Because she's dead! Did you forget?!" Anne balled up her fists, trying to hold back her anger. "I can't help your mother. I don't want anything to do you any of you anymore. Don't try to talk to me again." Her father just rolled his eyes. "Do-" "I mean it." Her father cut her off again.

Anne watched as he walked away, holding back tears. She just whipped around and hurried back home. She silently hoped he would feel the pain she's going through one day.

She opened the door slowly, trying to be quiet. Anne went to her mother's room. She wanted to check on her before she went back to the base. When she opened the door, she saw that her mother was asleep. Anne sat down on the chair next to her bed, looking down at her sick mother. None of the doctors that tried to help her succeeded in making her better, so they just gave up.

When Anne moved her mother's hair out of her face, she realized she was ice cold. Anne laid her hand on her face again just to make sure. Her heart felt like it was stabbed when she realized she was already dead.

At this point, all of the tears she was trying so hard to hold back came pouring down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably, resting her head on her mother's stomach. She was so tired of losing people.

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White shook violently, his body suddenly cold. He wrapped his arms around himself, his eyes wide with fear. A hand rested on his shoulder, and it terrified him. “White?” The Tubby flashed red, then blue, then red again. It was just a bunch of flashing colors, and it hurt White's eyes. “White, are you okay?” They asked. Another voice was heard beside the Tubby.

“What's going on? Why is he shaking?” She questioned. “Get away from me..” White's voice was quiet and shaky. He sounded like a scared child. White began to panic more when the hand moved to his lower arm. He grabbed it, stabbing his claws into the Tubbies arm. He could vaguely hear them hiss in pain. Everything sounded like it was muffled. The Tubby pulled it's arm away, and White could see amongst the flashing colors that he had hurt them. Regret immediately hit White like a bullet.

He wrapped his arms around himself again, sinking his claws into his own arms. He didn't care how much it hurt. He felt better like this.

“White, you're hurting yourself! Don't do that!” The feminine voice exclaimed. He honestly didn't care. White curled up, burying his face in his knees. His chest hurt, and everything felt wrong. Only when one of the Tubbies grabbed his arm did he realize what was going on.

His hearing cleared, and the flashing colors stopped. He breathed heavily, the panic going away. Lenny's arm had a small amount of blood dripping from it. White flattened his ears in shame and guilt. Anne’s hand firmly but gently grasped White’s arm. White wanted to apologize, but he felt like he couldn't speak. His throat hurt, and his eyes burned with tears threatening to fall. “I-” White was about to say sorry, but Lenny interrupted. “It's fine, White. What happened?” Lenny sat a bit closer to White. White let go of his arms and unsheathed his claws, laying his hands on the bedsheets.

“I don't know.” White murmured. He felt awkward and uncomfortable. “Did you have another dream about the quartet?” Anne asked. “Maybe. I can't remember.” White looked down at his knees. “...Maybe it was about him?” Lenny suggested quietly. White knew he wasn't referring to the shadow, or Tinky-Winky. White gripped the sheets, his claws suddenly unsheathing again. He hated thinking about him. He wondered if he was still after him. He wasn't one for giving up.

Anne put her hand on his, trying her best to comfort him. She wasn't the best at these kinds of things. "It'll be okay. He's gone. He's been gone for years. You're safe." Anne said softly. White leaned on her shoulder, his body a bit tense. "Sorry. I shouldn't have brought him up." Lenny apologized. "It's fine." White shrugged. He gestured for Lenny to join the cuddling, a small smile forming on his face.

Lenny rested his face on White's lap, too tired to actually sit up.

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Lenny narrowed his eyes at the man trying to crawl away.

"Don't make this difficult." Lenny mumbled, kicking the man in his side. He groaned in pain, clutching his side. "Do you remember me?" Lenny leaned down to look the man in the eye.

"N-no, I don't." The man stammered. Lenny sighed. "I can't say I'm surprised." He rolled his eyes. "Do you remember Elara Woods?" Lenny's voice suddenly went from annoyed to aggressive. "W-who?" His daughter's murderer's eyes were wide with panic. "Elara Woods. The young woman you killed exactly two months ago." Lenny growled.

"The one with the hair that l-looked like cotton candy? Y-yeah, I remember her now." The man's voice was shrill with worry and fear. Lenny smirked. "I'm glad." Lenny got up, and kicked the man again.

"Look, I didn't know you two were close, I-i wasn't thinking. I just pick them at random!" The murderer coughed out blood, satisfying Lenny.

"That doesn't make it any better, dumbass." Lenny crouched down to the man's level again. "What's your name?" Lenny asked. "D-Dominic." The killer stuttered. "Who do you think Elara Woods was to me, Dominic? Take a guess." Lenny smiled, enjoying playing with him.

"I don't know..a lover maybe?" Dominic's ears were flattened, and his fur stood up in fear. "She was my daughter, moron."

Dominic's face went from scared to surprised. "What was she saying while you were killing her? Did you listen?" Lenny glared at Dominic's bloody face. "No, no, I didn't listen." Dominic said. Lenny blinked. "Man, you just keep messing up today!" He laughed.

Lenny stood up and kicked the man three times. "Did you even care when she screamed? Did you feel bad? Could you sense her fear? Do you even regret what you did?" Lenny clenched his fists.

"Of c-course I regret what I did, who wo-" Dominic was cut off when Lenny kicked him again, this time way harsher than any of the other times.

"No more talking. You're just making things worse." Lenny growled.

Dominic coughed violently, getting blood on Lenny's shoes. Lenny breathed in sharply. He grabbed his pocket knife off of the dresser beside them, glaring down at Dominic. "I want to hear you scream in agony, and I want to see you bleed. I will make you regret what you did to her." Lenny muttered.

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Guardian let out a small laugh as he followed the panicking Teletubby down the hall.

“You're fast.” Guardian noted. The green Teletubby didn't even look back at him. “C’mon, Miles, I won't hurt you.” Guardian chuckled.

The weird alien-bug thing growing from where Guardian’s legs used to be crawled fastly, so Guardian didn't have to crawl himself. He always hated feeling the cold metal floor against his chest.

The bug thing crawled even faster. Eventually Guardian caught up to Miles, grabbing his shoulder. He spun Miles around to face him.

“Where's Anne?” Guardian asked. Anne was his main target right now, but she wasn't anywhere near. Anne was usually with Miles, so it confused Guardian a bit. “Why would I tell you?” Miles panted. Guardian frowned. “Because you don't have a choice.”

Miles glared at him, staying silent. “Tell me where Anne is, Miles.” Guardian tightened his grip on Miles’ shoulder. Miles said nothing.

“MILES. Where is Anne?” Guardian digged his claws into Miles' shoulder, earning a hiss of pain from him.

“She's not here. She's with Richard at the base.” Miles narrowed his eyes. Guardian blinked at him. “You're not going to be able to even get in there, so don't try.” Miles sighed. “We’ll see about that.” Guardian rolled his eyes.

Without another word, Guardian ripped Miles' chest open, reaching for his heart. He heard a small chirp from the weird alien-bug. Guardian smirked a bit, tossing the heart into it's mouth.

He dropped Miles to the floor, looking down at him as he fell.

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Lenny exhaled. He stared down at the floor below him. He sat on the bed, his head hurting too much for him to stand. He held his head in his hands, gripping his hair.

What is wrong with me? He wondered. He's never felt this kind of pain before. Maybe it was something he ate? It probably wouldn't affect his head much. It's not like anyone could poison him from the grave.

Lenny wondered if maybe this was Sol finally getting rid of him. Everyone else was gone. There's no point in keeping him alive anymore.

He groaned, tightening his grip on his hair. His head was pounding, and his ears rang. His entire body began to hurt, and the light was way too bright. He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth.

Lenny slowly laid down on the bed, hissing in pain when his back began to ache.

It's not like he was old or anything, he was still fairly young. He silently cursed the Sun Goddess. It's not like he was a doctor, so he had no idea what was going on with him.

Eventually, the pain began to go away. Lenny sighed in relief when it was gone, loosening his grip on his head.

He blinked in confusion when his shoulder got extremely cold. He looked behind himself, sitting up. A familiar white fluffy tubby sat on the bed. The air around him was freezing, and Lenny could see his own breath. That was odd.

The moment Lenny blinked, the tubby was gone.

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Tiddlynoo sighed, frustrated. She was having a hard time getting the Tiddlytubbies to settle down.

"Ping! Get back here!" Baa yelled, chasing the small pink Tiddlytubby. He was trying to help Tiddlynoo put everyone to bed.

Tiddlynoo snatched Duggle-Dee as he walked past, earning a few protests.

"Put me down! I'm not sleepy yet!" He struggled in her arms. "It's time for bed." Tiddlynoo said sternly. She walked to the kids' room, where Nin, Mi-Mi, and Umby-Pumby were already sleeping in their beds.

Tiddlynoo set Duggle-Dee down on the top of the bunk bed so he couldn't run off again. She hadn't put a ladder there at night for this reason alone. Of course, she'd put the ladder back while they were asleep so they could leave the bed in the morning. Tiddlynoo knew that none of them would ever dare to jump off the top bunk. Except maybe Daa-Daa.

Eventually, Baa caught Ping and put her on the other top bunk bed. Daa-Daa had gone to sleep by then. "You should get to bed, Baa." Tiddlynoo said to the blue Tiddlytubby. He nodded and laid down on the bottom bunk underneath Ping so he could sleep.

"Ru-Ru! Where are you!?" Tiddlynoo called out when she had left the room. He was nowhere to be found.

She looked everywhere in the dome, but she couldn't find him anywhere. She sighed, realizing she would need Noo-Noo's help for this. He was good at finding kids.

Tiddlynoo got out her phone and dialed his number.

He picked up. He didn't sound very happy to be calling at this time.

"What do you want?" He groaned tiredly. "I can't find Ru-Ru. Can you come over and help?" Tiddlynoo asked. "Fine." Noo-Noo hung up. Dick. She furrowed her eyebrows at his unenthusiastic tone. She couldn't understand how he hated kids so much.

Eventually the doorbell rang. "Comin'!" She quickly ran to the door. "Hey, Noo-Noo." She opened the door, greeting the blue half-robot. "Where'd you last see him?" Noo-Noo asked, stepping inside. He didn't even say hey back! Tiddlynoo was surprised by the lack of manners.

"I saw him in the kitchen last, but he's not there anymore. I've checked everywhere, but I can't find him!" Tiddlynoo said with an exasperated tone.

"We should check outside, then." Noo-Noo suggested.

"Why would he be outside?" Tiddlynoo raised an eyebrow. "Kids will do anything just to escape nap time." Noo-Noo sighed. Tiddlynoo assumed he knew these things, considering the pre-teens he had to deal with back at the other dome. Although, it was probably only Po and Dipsy giving him trouble.

"Alright.." Tiddlynoo went outside with Noo-Noo, and they began to check the forest. Tiddlynoo didn't like how dark it was. It was so creepy.

Tiddlynoo heard something in the distance, and she immediately ran to it. She hoped it was Ru-Ru. "Wait-!" Noo-Noo's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't understand why someone would be so eager to find some kid.

Tiddlynoo bursted through the trees and bushes. She found Ru-Ru sleeping on the forest floor, much to her relief.

She sighed and scooped him up in her arms. "What the hell?! You can't just rush towards the first sound you hear in a forest! What if it was a wolf or bear!?" Noo-Noo exclaimed. "Shh, you'll wake up Ru-Ru." Tiddlynoo shushed him. Noo-Noo rolled his eyes, but he stayed quiet.

They made it home and Tiddlynoo put Ru-Ru to bed immediately.

When they left the kids' room, Noo-Noo immediately went back to scolding Tiddlynoo.

"Seriously, you can't be so stupid! You could get hurt, or worse!" He waved his arms around dramatically. "Oh, please. I'll be fine. I can handle myself just fine." Tiddlynoo scoffed. "Tiddly, you CANNOT fight a bear or a pack of wolves. Be realistic." Noo-Noo snapped.

"Whatever. Are you gonna get back home? Po and Dipsy are probably getting up to something troublesome." Tiddlynoo crossed her arms.

Noo-Noo rolled his eyes and left.

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Dipsy sat in a field, playing with rabbits. He loved being alone with the rabbits. He felt like he could be himself without any kind of judgement.

No, his friends didn't judge him. At least not out loud. He could always tell that they were secretly judging him, but they were too kind to actually say something. It made him feel bad, but he would never tell them about it. That would be embarrassing. Vulnerable was the last thing he wanted to be.

He laid down on the grass, letting the rabbits lay down next to him and on top of him.

He sighed, content.

Dipsy closed his eyes and smiled to himself. It was nice to feel loved, even if they were just rabbits. Laalaa was the only one who could truly make him feel wanted and loved, but even then it was rare for him to feel that way.

He rolled over onto his side. He was careful not to crush a rabbit. He apologized to the ones who fell off of him. He laid in the grass for a while, enjoying the warm sun beam down onto him.

Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end.

"What're you doing?" Noo-Noo scoffed behind him. Dipsy jumped in surprise. He thought he made sure no one followed him. A few rabbits got scared off by the sudden noise.

"Uhm...I'm just playing with the rabbits." Dipsy said. "It looked like you were sleeping." Noo-Noo raised an eyebrow.

"No, I wasn't-" "You have a bed at home, you know." Noo-Noo cut him off harshly. He never liked it when Dipsy had a nap outside in the sun. "Sorry.." Dipsy muttered. "Whatever. Just get off of the ground. You'll get dirty." Noo-Noo rolled his eyes.

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Laalaa screamed in pain as Tinky-Winky tried to pry her eyes out.

"STOP! STOP, LET'S JUST TALK IT OUT!" Laalaa screamed, sobbing. She wasn't sure what she had done to anger him like this.

He didn't stop, and eventually popped out one of her eyes. Laalaa shrieked, trying to swipe at Tinky-Winky's face, holding her now exposed eye socket.

She fell to the ground, cracking her skull on a rock.

She wailed in pain, trying to stop Tinky from reaching for her other eye. He had to scratch it out due to her struggling, which only made things worse.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!? WHAT DID I DO!? JUST SPEAK TO ME!" Laalaa cried.

She tried to crawl away, but Tinky's claws had a strong grip on her shoulder. He tore her fur and skin and she struggled to get away, making her scream.

Eventually he stopped trying to kill her, letting her curl up and sob on the sand.

He knew she would bleed out.

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Tinky-Winky looked down at the dirt. He couldn't look at her. He couldn't face the consequences of his actions.

"Tinky-Winky? Is that you?" The woman reached forward to touch him. "Yes." Tinky mumbled.

Suddenly he was pulled into a hug, as if he hadn't done anything wrong to her. "L-Laalaa? What're you doing?" Tinky was caught off guard by the sudden affection.

"Giving you a hug. What else would I be doing?" Laalaa smiled. "But I.." "What you did wasn't your fault. You had no control over yourself." Laalaa hugged him tighter. Tinky-Winky felt his eyes begin to burn as tears fell from his eyes.

He should've known she would be understanding. It was Laalaa, after all.

He hugged her back, smiling.

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Guardian quietly seethed with rage. He wanted justice.

But he wasn't allowed justice. He had to just live with what they had done to him. Noo-Noo, the shadow, Richard, the White Coats. He had to just live with it.

He couldn't do anything about it, and it made him want to rip himself apart.

He had never felt so angry at someone before. He wasn't angry with them, he was angry with himself. He hated how weak he was. It was his weakness that was stopping him from ever getting the justice he deserved.

Everytime someone wronged him, he just had to watch them get away with it. And he was expected to just live with that. Because he was weak.

Everytime something new happens to him, he silently wishes that Tinky-Winky had killed him back in the mainland.

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Guardian held the child in his arms.

It looked pretty much just like him but with a red tint, much to Guardian's relief.

The good thing was the fact that the White Coats had no knowledge of this baby. Guardian didn't know what would happen if they found out, but there was no way he was going to let them find out regardless.

Now that he had a child, he had to leave the sewers. The White Coats would probably send a new White Coat down here to give him food eventually, and they would see the baby.

He didn't even know how to take care of a child. Noo-Noo wasn't exactly the best role model, neither were the White Coats.

But still, he would have to keep it for now.

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Guardian stared down at the ground.

The baby didn't live very long. Only a few days. He had to bury it in the mountains. He didn't do a very good job, unfortunately.

He left the mainland when he escaped the sewers, and he assumed the cold was what had killed the child while he was away. He probably shouldn't have left it alone.

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White felt the guilt eating away at him as he thought about the child. It was his fault, after all.

He left the baby alone in the cold, and now he just had to deal with the consequences of his actions. Lenny and Anne didn't know about the child, and he will never tell them.

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Guardian was caught off guard when the pink Tiddlytubby suddenly clung to his fur.

"Fluffy." Ping muttered, her face buried in his fur.

He wasn't really sure what to do, and just stood there awkwardly, looking down at Ping. She had a big smile on her face.

"I..uh..love you?" Guardian awkwardly patted her back. "Love you too!" Ping's smile got wider.

Ping nuzzled his fur, purring like a cat.

Guardian relaxed a little. He couldn't remember the last time anyone's hugged him. This was..unfamiliar.

"Do you wanna see my drawing?" Suddenly Ping looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sure." Guardian said. He let the little girl lead him to the table, which had a bunch of miscellaneous papers on it.

She picked up one of the papers, holding it up so Guardian could see it.

It was a drawing of her and the rest of her friends, as well as Tinky and his friends. "You did a nice job." Guardian was surprised by how good the quality was.

"Thanks!" Ping was practically beaming with happiness.