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The small pitter patter of footsteps could be heard as Squeak ran through the corridors of the hospital, dragging a hand across the wall so they could follow the corners.
They had a very important mission! He had to find his Mama! Why? She wasnt quite sure..
"Mm.. I dunno Pop.. I don' fink Mama works at the r'seption!"
She came to a sudden stop when her saw his limited vison be obscured by a black figure, who was this..?
"Mama?" She questioned, when she didnt get a reply she decided it probably wasnt Mama.. (Also, Mama wasnt black.)
Turning to the puppet on their hand again, they wondered who this could be..
"Uhm.. Dr?" Maybe it was the Doctor! It roamed around sometimes!
Still no reply..? Damn.. They weren't very good at this guessing game..
"Who are you?" He decided to just ask, and she STILL didnt get an answer!
"Pop.. I don' fink dey can talk!" He whispered to the hand puppet, nodding along when they held it up to her ear mimicking it talking.
"Can you not talk? Dats okay! My Mama cant talk to people, only me!"
He looked to Pop and tilted their head before speaking up again.
"Do you wanna play wif me? Pop finks you mus' be lonely!"
They reached out, feeling around the Entity's arm until they grabbed what felt like its wrist, dragging it back through the halls with them.
"I have a lot of toys! I have blocks an' dollies! Mama an' Pop plays wif me!"
He let go of the Entity's wrist as they felt around with her foot until he found his beanbag, flopping onto it and grabbing a bright red box of blocks nearby, puling it towards themself. They stuck their free hand in the box, picking out a few blocks and holding them out to the black figure.
They could find Mama later. Playing was more important.