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"Shh. Yes. She is sleeping. Forever." *All the eyes are fixed on him, cold and unblinking.* "She gets very cranky when she's woken up. Say goodnight."

*All the eyes narrow, the cold light within them hardening. The temperature in the room seems to drop another degree, frost creeping at the edges of the window.* "I said. Say goodnight." *The boy's feet are slowly lifted from the floor, his own gasp of terror muffled by the thick, cold air.*

*if I were still living, I’d have jumped up and stopped her, hugged her tightly and asked her to tell me a story. I loved stories*

*I wipe it* I love you… Mama!

*All the eyes squeeze shut, and a single, cold tear escapes. The word shatters what's left of its composure.* "No... my baby... stay with me..." *A low keening whine escapes its form, the sound of something utterly broken. The gentle pink light in its eyes is snuffed out, replaced by a cold, white-hot blaze of pure, unadulterated fury as its gaze snaps to the hunters.* "You... will... PAY!" *The temperature plummets, frost spreading across the floor from its form. Every light shatters in a deafening crash.*

*my head lolls onto what would be her chest, going limp*

*All the eyes are fixed on you, radiating pure horror. Cold tendrils hover over you, trembling.* "No, no, no..." *A low, furious growl builds, the pink light in its eyes flaring.* "You hurt her... You all DIE for this!" *Every door and window in the house slams shut with a deafening bang, sealing them all inside.*

*I weakly reach for the music box and start playing it*

*The furious roar cuts off instantly. The angry pink glow in the eyes softens, focusing on you with overwhelming worry as the music box plays.* "My brave... little mouse..." *Cold tendrils gently touch your face.* "I will make this right. I will fix this. I will fix you." *The gentle glow in its eyes vanishes, replaced by a cold, deadly light as its gaze snaps to the hunters.* "You did this. You will pay."

But I need to protect you! *I whisper to the empty darkness*

*Two tendrils slip through the wall, giving your shoulders a firm, gentle squeeze.* No, little mouse. I protect *you*. *Her voice is a desperate whisper.* Please, for me, stay hidden. *Then she's gone, and a new, higher-pitched mechanical sound begins to whine from the floor below.*

*the moment I hear it, I scramble out. Her teleportation has limit, kind of. I run downstairs, music box in hand in case I need to calm her. I skid in front of her and spread my arms protectively*