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No.4

I let the fingers touch me and pull me out of my home until I heard a door slam open and it let go of me. Right getting caught twice in a row is enough for today, I dashed home and I huffed for quite a while and checked my surroundings one more time before I eventually had a wave of tiredness wash through me and pull me onto the bed, I've had enough of today and I'll probably move out sometime later.

My drowsiness was woken up again by the same automobile outside yet this time it was loud as hell than the other one. I get up groggily and I almost forgot about the cracker I left near the break room. I walk down the halls of this deciving place but I found my crackers with a grape? I stack the two half's and carried the grape on-top of it with me and started having a midnight snack. It turned daytime about two hours ago and I watched as the same human did their work while I sat in the same bookshelf with my legs crossed and my head in hands and started pondering, was he the one that brought me the grape? I shook my head and got no answer while watching him. I wanted to test something, how would he react to me getter closer to him? As I watched him he looks up from his desk twice to look at me with in EOF them being a glance and the other with a concerned face, I got scared and ran behind one of the multi-chapter books. I heard a chuckle as I peeked my head out and he was still working on his electronic of some sort. I was about to come out from behind the book when the door opened again, I yelped with my hand over it and I pressed my back gently against the pages of the book as I overheard the conversation from a familiar voice and the other person that had their fingers brush against my legs.

After a short while, the feminine voice left the little office compartment and a moment or two I heard the chair scrape against the wooden looking floors but I knew that the floor just had a wooden textured carpet over it. Footsteps came closer to the bookshelf,
"I know you're still here, I'm sorry about scaring you before, I just didn't know what to do except protect you, and stop them ruining my bookshelf.", I poked my head out with my hands grabbing the side of the book and he was looking off to a direction with his hand on his neck. He was face to face on this level of the bookshelf and I decided to take a step or two out of my little hiding area. He looks up at the same time and he gives off a soft chuckle and a small smile. I do the same. He takes his hand of his neck and wipes it off then places it on the same ground I'm standing on, palm up. I hesitated but eventually climbed onto his hand, it had a warm feeling to the leathery surface. His hand left the bookshelf and cupped it while I firmly cling to his thumb. He walked over to his desk and held me by the back of the shirt, I didn't panic much because I knew I was in good hands, literally, by his aura and how he's treating me. I was placed in his shirt pocket on the inside of a layer of clothing. I fix myself up and watch as he worked and ducked into his said pocket when people came in.

After a while, he finished something I wasn't paying attention to, I was pulled out of the shirt pocket with a confused look on his face but a worried aura. His fingers held me gently as I tilted my head up with a I'm in trouble face.
"So that's where my prototypes went." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear, he felt the shirt with the other hand and started lifting it up towards my face. In a rush I yelped while pulling the shirt down resisting the pull of his finger with my eyes shut closed. A moment later his finger left it alone a while ago, I peeked and he looked surprised. "You can speak, hmm.", He had a thinking face on and I knew I was definitely in trouble. I move around a bit and he looks back at me and I whimper while flinching. I was in so much trouble, I've seen what happens when people find about us and we are in their hands. Fortunately, his grip was gentle so I can jump out easily and I was more fortunate by him holding me just a couple of feet away from the desk. I pull myself out and jumped onto the desk, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would in my mind but I didn't care, I try and find a way off and I slid down the corner of the desk while he just watched me with his legs crossed on the ground.

"Are you sure you don't need help?", He whispered and I didn't answer him, I just wanted to leave and not get hurt, plus, I needed to do this by myself since I forgot my hook. "Right, you won't talk to me." He mumbled again to himself not noticing how loud it was. He nudges closer to me while I was still in the middle of climbing and he's still on the floor crossed-legged. I froze the climbing and I looked at him, he was quietly giggling to himself and I gave a dissatisfied look at him. He removes his hand from him mouth and wipes it off before reaching for me. Well of course the only thing I could do was just sit there and let the hand grab me and let the things just happen to me.