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'Naptime, naptime-’
A sad Sunny voice whimpered in stereo around me, making me instantly start to cry and look around for him, in a sea of his broken state.
‘No crafts or treats to share!’
His voice practically starts melting with his sadness at this point and I'm left clawing at the walls that show his shattered state, begging in that silently agonizing way I got when I heard this song.
‘Nap time. Nap time-’
No! No!!!
‘It won't work!’
‘Take your NAP!!’
‘No more SUN!’
NOnononono!!
‘The googly eyes just stare!’
Kids work flutter past me as I dig my claws into myself to wake up, all pictures with one thing in common.
Their blood that I'd spilt obscuring the pictures of happy Sun and me-
Of our fun days and the crafts we'd made!
‘Play Clay all is crumbled dry.’
Works of art from the kids begin to fall from the skies like rain, like tears-
‘Drenching’ me as I still listen to Sunny's sad lullaby.
Paper mache of snowflakes, of spiderwebs, clay figures of ‘horses’ and ‘people’ all falling upon my head and break into my heart.
‘Spilled tempera and glues!’
A purple substance sloooowly oozes out of every shattered Sun's eyes where once tears fell just as freely as the crafts we'd use to make.
It begins encroaching upon me like a mist now and I begin to scream violently at the implications of this.
‘No laughs. No crafts-’
It begins to suffocate me yet I still hold onto Sunny's withered state upon the walls, so many broken faces, so many anguish cries.
‘Just go away-’
He begins to fade as I'm submerged within the killing purple tendrils, forcefully feeling like I was being dragged away, down, down down into the blackness of my prison once more from whence I fell into and drowned prior.
‘No more sunny hues!’
NOOOO!!! STOP!!! PLEASE!!!
‘No more Sun! No more light! Forever NIGHT!’
Yet it doesn't stop and my alter comes out of the darkness that once was my air bubbles, popping wildly as the air was suffocated from my lungs by my screams of agony and loss.