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The lights were too bright.
Not the kind that hurt your eyes—nothing sharp or painful—but the kind that made everything feel bigger than it really was. Like the room was stretching itself out, smiling too wide, showing off every color it had all at once.
Red. Yellow. White.
Blinking. Flashing. Never still long enough to look at properly.
Lila didn't mind.
She liked it.
She stood on her tiptoes; small fingers curled over the edge of the counter as she tried to see past the adults in front of her. Their voices blended together into a low hum—words she didn't really listen to, only sounds that filled the space between the music.
Coins clinked. A register beeped. Someone laughed too loudly.
Something else laughed too. Not a real laugh.
A speaker-like laugh.
It crackled at the end, like it had been used too many times and was getting tired of pretending.
Lila giggled anyway.
She liked the way it sounded. It made the place feel alive, like it was paying attention to everything happening inside it.
She shifted her weight, nearly slipping on the smooth floor, then steadied herself with a quiet little "oh," more to herself than anyone else. No one noticed.
No one ever really noticed, that didn't bother her.
There was too much to look at.
A balloon drifted past her shoulder, brushing lightly against her arm. She turned just in time to see it float away, pulled along by a kid running too fast, their shoes squeaking loudly with every step.
Lila smiled. The balloon bobbed once, then disappeared behind a cluster of tables.
Something metallic clinked from across the room. She turned her head—and that's when she saw it.
"Fox!"
Her voice came out small but bright, like she'd just found something she wasn't supposed to.
Across the room—past the tables, past the noise and the people and the blur of movement—something sat high up on a stage.
It didn't look like the others. The others were... neat. Put together.
Smiling the same way, moving the same way, like they all knew exactly what they were supposed to be.
This one didn't. Lila tilted her head slowly.
"...you're silly."
The fox—if it was a fox—looked like it had been taken apart and put back together without anyone really deciding how it should go.
One ear bent too far. The other didn't bend enough.
Its face didn't sit quite right, like the pieces didn't agree with each other. One eye was higher than the other. Its jaw hung just a little lower than it should.
Wires peeked out from its sides like it had forgotten to hide them.
It looked wrong.
But not in a bad way.
Just... different, And Lila liked different.
A group of kids ran past her again, louder this time. One of them held a plastic cup that tipped just enough for soda to spill over the side, dripping onto the floor in sticky drops.
"Watch it—!" someone started, then sighed instead.
The music kept playing. The lights kept flashing.
Everything kept moving.
Lila pushed away from the counter, her attention already locked onto the fox. She stepped carefully at first, then quicker, weaving between chairs and legs with the kind of determination only a small child could have.
She brushed against someone's jacket.
"Sorry," she mumbled automatically, even though she wasn't sure if it was her fault.
No one answered, that was fine. The closer she got, the quieter everything felt, not actually quieter.
Just... farther away, Like the room was still loud, but not for her the stage loomed a little higher now.
The fox was bigger up close.
She could see the scratches in the paint—thin lines where something had scraped against it again and again. Some of the colors didn't match. Red that was brighter in one place, duller in another.
Its arm hung slightly lower than the other, like it had gotten tired of holding itself up.There was a faint sound coming from it.
Not music. Not quite movement, just a soft, mechanical hum that didn't stop.
Lila stepped closer.
"...hi," she said softly.
She didn't know why she whispered, for a moment, nothing happened.
The music played.
A voice from a speaker announced something cheerful and practiced. A child laughed somewhere behind her.
The fox didn't move.
Lila rocked gently on her heels.
Then—A flicker, so small it could have been nothing. One of the fox's eyes twitched, just barely, like a blink that didn't quite finish.
Lila gasped.
"You saw me!"
She clapped her hands once, quickly, then looked around like she might have done something wrong. No one was looking at her. She turned back immediately, her excitement bubbling over.
"You saw me," she repeated, quieter now, like it was a secret. The fox didn't respond.
But it felt different, like it wasn't just part of the stage anymore. it felt like it was... listening.
Behind her, a voice called faintly:
"Lila?"
She didn't turn.
"I like you," she said instead, lifting her hand in a small wave.
Her fingers wiggled.
The fox stayed still, but she didn't mind.
"You're my favorite one, out of them all" she added.
She took another step closer, just enough that she had to tilt her head back to look at it properly.
"You're not like them."
She glanced briefly toward the other characters on stage. They moved slowly. Carefully. Like they were following rules she couldn't see.
The fox didn't feel like it followed rules, it felt like it could move however it wanted.
Like it just... hadn't yet.
Lila smiled.
"I like that."
The lights above her flickered, just once, not enough to stop anything.
Somewhere across the room, a Rabbit-like figure stood still. He didn't move with the crowd, didn't laugh with the others.
Didn't look at the stage the way everyone else did.
He was watching something else.
Watching her.
She shifted her weight again, leaning just slightly closer to the stage.
"Do you have a name?" she asked. No answer.
"That's okay," she said quickly, like she didn't want it to feel bad. "I can give you one." She paused, thinking very hard.
"...Foxy," she decided. It felt right. She nodded to herself.
"Hi, Foxy." The fox didn't respond, but something in the room felt like it had changed. Like a quiet click somewhere deep in the walls, like something had noticed.
Lila didn't understand it; she just smiled wider.
Behind her, the voice came again closer this time.
"Lila, where did you—"
She turned her head slightly, just enough to hear it better, but not enough to look away from the fox completely.
"I'm here!" she called back.
Her voice sounded small compared to the entirety of the room.
She looked back up at the fox one more time.
"I'll come back," she promised.
She didn't know why she said that It just felt important.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause.
The lights buzzing with happiness the sounds echoing through the rooms and halls and the feeling in the air, peaceful.
Then— A tiny movement, so small she almost missed it.
The fox's head tilted, just a fraction, not enough to be obvious.
Lila's eyes widened.
"You did that!"
She laughed, delighted. Behind her, footsteps approached quickly.
"Lila!"
A hand reached for her shoulder.
She turned this time, finally, pulled away from the moment just enough for the world to rush back in all at once.
She looked back at the stage instinctively.
The fox was still.
Exactly as it had been before. Too still, like it had never moved at all.
Lila frowned slightly. Even if it didn't look like it anymore, the hand on her shoulder guided her gently away.
"Don't wander off like that," the voice said.
Lila nodded, only half-listening. She kept looking back as she was led away, her eyes searching the stage.
The fox didn't move again.
Didn't twitch. Didn't blink. But something about it still felt different.
Lila smiled, small and certain.
Completely unaware of the way the moment had settled into place.
Completely unaware of the way something unseen had shifted. And completely unaware— that she had just chosen the thing that would never let her go.