Ppt pick mee

*The muffled meowing fades as the Candy Cat is presumably retrieved. A heavy silence settles over the Dollhouse for a long moment. Then, a new sound drifts up from below - soft, uneven clinking. Prototype: Well. That was a mess. *The clinking grows louder, accompanied by the squeak of rubber wheels* Lefty: *His voice drifts up from somewhere in the ground floor, sing-song and unsettling* Ah, the clink of ice, the slide of glass... a perfect night for a toast to the past. Come gather 'round, my friends, come near... Lefty's ready to spin his tale. *The clinking stops* Poppy: *A quiet, weary sigh* He's at it again. *A low groan escapes the Prototype* Do we have to? Lefty: *His voice is closer now, right beneath the floor* A story needs an audience... and you're it. *A trapdoor in the corner of the main room creaks open* Lefty: *He emerges slowly, his red hand clutching a knife, his empty sleeve pinned neatly. A gramophone head replaces his own, now playing a scratchy tune* Now... where were we?

*suddenly, Mommy Long Legs looks up toward the vents* Wait... is someone up there?

no

Mommy Long Legs: I thought I heard something... *glances back down at Baby Long Legs, but her eyes keep drifting back to the vents*

*entire room shudders* Kissy: THE FOUNDATION'S COLLAPSING BECAUSE OF YOUR WAR CRIMES! *Harley sparks* This is what happens when you eat arms! *ceiling beam crashes down*

*Marcus's breath catches, tears spilling over* Error... *pulls him down for a gentle kiss* I need you safe too.

*Error kisses back, slow and deep, pouring everything he can't say into it*

*Marcus's breath hitches, fingers tangling in Error's hair* I... *pulls back slightly, wincing* Ow... god, why does everything hurt when I want to kiss you properly?

*I push off the wall with a dramatic sigh.* Wow. Riveting. I think I'd rather watch grass grow. *I start walking towards the door.* Have fun with your storytime.

I thought you said yes looks like your not very honest

*I pause at the doorway, not even bothering to turn around.* Being honest and being bored to tears are two different things. This is just painful to listen to.