Tuesday

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 Lefty crawls through the ducts and head toward the sound. 

The souls of the children in his inner skeleton are stirring. 

He didn't have much of an ego at this point. A dull sound echoed from the right vent.

This way.

Lefty moved by himself from the inside. He moved forward through the ducts, selflessly. When he came out to a small space, there was a lump of piping curled up.

look closely at the mass, he can see plastic eyeballs tangled up in places.

"The party venue is where?" 

      "My toe shoes are off..." 

"B-Bonbon, you're having so much fun!"

The party venue was a place for a party. Lefty came to himself, sensing something. 

A number of personalities melded and muddled together in the thing before him. 

He understood by the program that they were children who had been wandering around for decades, not knowing who they were.

After watching in silence for a while, the mass of piping began to move. The piping was covered with faces. It looked like an animatronic bear, but it was a different mold than Lefty's. Compared to the latest Lefty, the bear in front of him was an older model, much, much older. 

The piping barely produced a long neck and arms, too big to fit in this space.

"...Bonbon?"

He turned to Lefty. It bared its sharp iron fangs, barked loudly, and pounced on him.

"WHO-O IS BIRTHDAY-AY BOY!!?"

...Lefty held him up, or rather, held them up.

"shh...."

He soothed the souls. 

The piping crawled tighter and tighter around Lefty, wrapping around him and trying to enter his endoskeleton through the gaps in the parts. Lefty didn't resist, or even fear, as the piping entered through the hole in his left eye. When fangs snatched at the parts, he felt nothing. The only thing Lefty did was sing them a lullaby. He sang it to them in clear female whisper voice, with the sound of a music box. 

they had quieted down and began to sob.

"Why do you hide-de...?"

The plumbing unraveled as if to relax.

It's so sad, "Mom, Dad, where are you?"

The pipes began to creak sadly.

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