Po's POV
I was hot. Not the type of hot that my tubby tummy sometimes felt from an overheat of my wires. Excruciatingly hot. The last thing I could remember before my waking up was a big toothy smile and big baby eyes looking down at me. The heat. I remember feeling heat. Right before I was abducted, the temperature increased by atleast 50 degrees, but I would take that heat any day over what I was feeling now . Even though I was warmer than ever, I felt as cold and alone as when I get locked in the freezer last year. As long as I was alive, I still had a chance of escaping. "Focus Po. Focus." I said to myself. I was trying to recall everything I had learned from 'Dipsy's Do's and Don'ts' (a class it taught regarding what to do in the case of an abduction). Step 1: observe your surroundings and make an analysis as to why you've been taken. I looked around. Sun baby wasn't in sight. The heat was merely its preferred living condition. I was strapped to some sort of cot. I could feel a my red tubby skin getting what would become a farmer's tan from the mixture of heat and the awkwardly arranged straps holding me down. "Focus". From what I could see in my peripheral vision, the room was completely empty. Unless there was something under me or directly behind me, but unless sun baby wasn't working alone, it wouldn't have been able to place an object small enough to fit just where I couldn't see it. I began attempting to loosen the straps when I heard a noise in the distance. As the noise got closer, the heat grew. This could only mean one thing. Sun baby.
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When the Camera Stops Rolling
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