TAKEOUT

⋆˚࿔𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𓏲ּ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ࣪ ˖ˎˊ˗ᯓ★

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As the child ran through the dense and mysterious forest, their small legs carried them forward with determined speed. Breath ragged from exertion, their mind focused on finding a quiet spot to rest and gather their bearings. But suddenly, they failed to spot a fallen log, their foot catching against the rough bark. Tripping and tumbling head over heels, the child began a uncontrolled descent down a steep, grassy incline.

Regaining consciousness, the child found themselves lying on the soft grass of the forest floor, the fall having left them disoriented for a moment. As they slowly got to their feet, the child's eyes were drawn to an otherworldly glow in the distance. Curiously, they walked down a beautiful path adorned with waterfalls and colorful flowers. The sight was both peaceful and eerie, the unnatural glow casting a surreal ambiance over the surroundings.

As the child continued down the path, their gaze was drawn towards a particular flower. A delicate blue Forget-Me-Not, standing out like a splash of color amidst the lush foliage. The child couldn't resist the urge to reach out and gently cup the flower in their small hands, captivated by its simple beauty.

After gently setting the Forget-Me-Not back down, the child continued on their journey. As they walked, they noticed an abundance of flowers strewn along the path. Each one seemed to glow with a soft, iridescent light, casting a magical hue across the verdant surroundings. The child couldn't help but pause occasionally to admire the delicate blooms, their petals swaying gently in the breeze like tiny, illuminated dancers.

The child was about to step carelessly upon a nearby flower, but a sudden voice cut through the tranquility of the forest, causing them to freeze. "Hey! Watch it, buddy!" the voice called out. Confused, the child glanced around, trying to find the source of the voice. "Down here!" the voice spoke again, and the child looked down. The child's eyes widened with astonishment and disbelief as he saw that the flower was talking, with wide eyes and a mouth that moved just like a human's. He jumped in surprise, searching for something to defend himself with.

His eyes landed on a nearby stick, and he quickly picked it up, wielding it like a makeshift weapon as he pointed it down at the talking flower. With a mocking smirk, the flower asked defiantly, "What's that gonna do, huh? HA!" It rose higher, its stem elongating and contorting to form an intimidating, fearsome expression. The child quivered a little, the stick trembling in their grasp as they held it up in an attempt to defend themselves.

Sensing the child's fear, the flower's expression softened, and it retreated back to its original height, sighing slightly. The child, still a bit shaken, clutched the stick tightly against his chest, wary of the talking flower's reassurances. The flower's easy voice tried to reassure the child. "Calm down, won't ya? I'm not gonna hurt you, just messing around..."

The child remained tense, not fully convinced by the flower's words. How could a flower talk and act like a person? The flower let out a small, exasperated sigh, understanding the child's skepticism. It then shifted gears and attempted to start anew. "Let's start over, shall we?" it said, its voice taking on a pleasant tone. "Greetings, I'm Goldie!"

The flower offered a sweet smile, trying to disarm the child's fear with a friendly demeanor. The child, still a bit timid, raised their hand in a small wave. They were not particularly chatty, it seemed. The flower observed them and commented, "Gee, you took quite a tumble up there, didn't you? Just like all the others..."

He cast his gaze down towards the ground at those last words, a hint of disappointment or perhaps resignation in his tone. Goldie turned his gaze back up at the child, a warm smile on his face as he asked, "Any who, what's your name?"