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rising up from the floors below, the elevator rose its gate, allowing me to leave. shelly followed after, holding a tired sprout in her arms. i sigh, going back to what used to be my handler’s dorm before landing on the bed, face up. the little dots on the ceiling look like deceased stars. a projecter, from many years ago. i hold it in my arms, pressing a moon shaped button, before a loop played onto the ceiling. faint sounds, distorted and weakened by age, sung a lullaby.
‘ swee- ear- go to (-A la l- la..) sl-mber, m-Rk thi- daY o—Ver.. ‘ i remember now. when life was an everyday bliss. despite being born as what could be considered a lab rat, one person always waited for me, cheered me up, gave me.. hope. she protected me, while i just sat there.
“____, are you okay?” “..” “what’s wrong?” “..— ….” “you’ll be alright.”
the dust bunnies inside my chest scrambled, from the thought of her.
in the end, she was never alright.
shelly tried to go towards the ichor corrupted pebbles, but with a swift movement, she was pushed away. “ LET ME TAKE THE HIT! YOU’RE GOING TO DIE AT THIS RAT- “ DING! the elevator gate lifted, pebbles instantly gained speed. but still, she looped around the obstacle, the pet rock following just inches after. sprout ran, just barely making it to the elevator. only five seconds were left. her tired wings flapped slowly, ‘ she’s almost there, she’s going to make it, she’s going to st- ‘ CHOMP. ichor drool mixed with a red substance leaked from the dog’s mouth, two upside down hearts connected by a thin string drooping out. not even a second later, the elevator’s gate slammed down.
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at the age of thirty-five, a young toon named Flutter died.