||A new reality||

||Worried||

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/secondary perspective/

You couldn't go to sleep...

Luther was sitting in the center of the couch as you are curled up at one end, the t.v was blaring nonsense.

You watched as Luther crawls towards the other end of the couch, where the a telephone was and seemed to have called Randal?

"Randal get down here, the puppet heads on t.v are fighting again", he seemed to be expecting to hear Randal answer but in response was a low whisper...

You couldn't make it out fully but you could tell Luther wasn't pleased.

'... hello.. 911..  anyone there?.. need help', was all you could hear from the phone which seemed to anger Luther a bit. The next second you see Luther stand up abruptly, placing the phone back to its former place and seemingly disappearing somewhere else.

Though you were surprised you knew if you thought of it for too long you'd go insane, sanity is the most important to you here... well of course getting back home was also a top priority.

Alright... what to do now? You couldn't go to sleep but it did seem like it was already night.

You turn your head towards a small creak you heard from the kitchen, you stand up and made your way to it...

You see another mouse person again, but it seemed to be a different person? Though you couldn't remember what the one before looked like this one had blonde hair.

The boy seemed to have also have a rat tail and ears of a rat, that seems to be connected to a hat he's wearing.

The rat person, looks a bit more boyish, wearing knee length shorts and his appearance resembles what a sailor would wear.

He seems to be weary and on the edge of his fight or flight response, so you decided to careful. As you take a step forwards the floor beneath you creates a noise...

Creeeeeeeeek
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'Fuck... I'm not that big!'

You cried to yourself, why did the floor have to betray you like that and mostly at this time!

The person slams the refrigerator door shut and looks over at you, holding a sharp blade...

For a quick second you stood there awkwardly, you look know for sure you looked like a creep...

'Why life...?'

You immediately place your hands up, nervously holding onto the hope that he wouldn't attack, you'll have to protect yourself but the fight previously had caused you to exhaust your body.

He holds some food such as a block of cheese and a jar of anchovies...?

Weird but you couldn't shame someone for what they like, you snap back into the situation you're in but it seemed like as you do the mouse - guy dashes across the room.

As he does you notice someone peering over your shoulder...

'Holy fuck!'