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Ron had to wait for a long time for the hat to finish washing and then drying since it had gotten filthy from being on Guardian's head. Said Fluff was grumpy that Ron had taken it away from him.
Ron had reminded him that the reason why Dipsy nearly died was BECAUSE he was looking for his hat. He honestly should have taken that hat away from Guardian the second he stole it.
But once that hat was fully dry, he took it to where Dipsy was recovering. Luckily the Rep wasn't awake but just in case Ron very quietly put the hat over his head then after making sure the bandages didn't need to be changed, sneaked out of the room.
Lucky hadn't given him any updates yet about when they expected to put Dipsy back into the experiment. So Ron was just switching back and forth on making sure Guardian wasn't slacking off and checking on Dipsy. The other test subjects were confused and trying to find Dipsy.
He had been checking on Dipsy, he basically was scheduled to be put back tomorrow, when Guardian contacted him through the communicator. Usually Guardian would complain about something that was never really a problem or that he was bored. But he sounded panicked this time.
At first Guardian was stammering and speaking so fast that Ron couldn't fucking understand him.
"Fucking slow down, I cannot understand you."
"P-Po just-killed Laa-Laa-and she cornered Tinky Winky but then-I lost signal and I can't contact Lucky through the computers-"
"He would've hated hearing from you anyway." Ron bluntly cut him off. "I'll be there soon, don't do anything stupid." He sighed heavily, Dipsy was probably not going to take this well.
Dipsy was rudely shaken awake, he felt really sore as he winced. He groaned and pulls his hat over his face.
"I don't have time for this Dipsy-you better be able to walk because I'm not carrying you."
The unfamiliar voice made Dipsy curious enough to push his hat back and stare through the messy bangs. A blue Teletubby tugs him out of the uncomfortable bed he was laying in.
Dipsy stumbled a bit, grabbing onto the other's arm. "What the fuck-what is the rush?"
The guy didn't even answer him, just pulled him out of the room. Luckily, Dipsy could walk but he had to hold on or else he might actually fall.
He didn't recognize anything around him. After walking through hallways and wishing he had socks on because the floor was cold as hell and getting into a thing that move downwards, the guy was willingly to quickly state it was an elevator. They entered a place that Tinky Winky would never willingly enter. It was stinky.
"Guardian?" The blue guy called out.
Dipsy stares at the guy's shoes. He really wished he had shoes so he wouldn't have to walk through this place on his fluffy feet.
They walked and walked until they got to a bright room.
"Great, did he fucking leave?"
Climbing those stairs and that ladder was the worse thing Dipsy has ever had to do. …Okay maybe not but so far in the moment it made his soreness worse. To his dismay it was raining outside.
"Ugh, my hat is getting soaked-" Dipsy stopped speaking when he saw a soaked Teletubby outside, shaking and in the most ugliest hoodie Dipsy has ever seen.
"About time, I'm so cold."
"Did you at least investigate since you're out here?" The guy questioned.
"No, why would I do that?" The filthy guy made a face. "I don't want to risk running into Po."
They argued back and forth while Dipsy thought over things. Only just now he fully realized his missing hat was on his head and finally questioning how these two seem to know Po and himself.
"We don't have time for this, we need to check on Tinky Winky then figure out what to do from there." 'Ron', 'Guardian' had said the name at some point so Dipsy at least finally had a name to call him by, moved forward, Dipsy cringed as he felt the mud on his feet.
"Where did you last track Tinky Winky before you lost signal?"
"Po cornered him by a tree."
"…Guardian there are lots of trees here if you haven't noticed."
Dipsy was so fucking confused. Why would Po corner Tinky?
While they searched for this very specific tree, Dipsy felt like they were being watched but he couldn't see anyone, then again his hair usually blocked his view of most things. (Tinky gave him a bunny hair clip to get the hair out of his face, but Dipsy only used it when he was doing art because it felt too humiliating to go around wearing that outside of his room.)
Suddenly everyone stopped and Ron slapped his hand over his eyes.
"Hey, what the fuck-"
"You don't want to see this."
Dipsy tried prying his hand off, curious to see what Ron didn't want him to see.
"Crap, he's dead, what do we do now?" Guardian's voice felt like a hammer to Dipsy's stomach.
"For fucks sake, couldn't you have kept that thought in your head?!" Ron glared as he tried to force Dipsy to keep standing.
Tinky's corpse was a bloody mess, his eye had glass shards in it and his throat was silt. And his TV screen had an ax in it. He was hoping he could break the news later. But unfortunately, Guardian felt the need to always voice his thoughts.
"We need to get out of here." Ron looked around cautiously, worried Po would just pop out of nowhere.
"Can I grab a custard sample before we go?"
"For what reason?!"
"In case the custard Po ate made her go crazy."
"I'm pretty sure she was already crazy but fine make it quick."
Ron practically dragged Dipsy away while Guardian grabbed the mysterious bowl by Tinky's body. He didn't want to imagine how Dipsy would have reacted if he saw the state of the purple Teletubby's body. He had to balance between calming Dipsy's frantic breathing and thinking about what path they should take to get to the station to call for help. Guardian only commented on how he hoped the rain wouldn't ruin the sample.
A demonic cackle froze the three on the spot.
"No one look back, we need to hurry." Ron hurried Guardian forward before he did something stupid like look back.
The cave would probably be really rough on Dipsy and Guardian's feet and possibly cause bleeding so they would have to risk the mountains.