Fictional characters come to real life?!

Easter Main's craze

Warning: Personal headcanons involved.

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Ender sighed. It was times like these where she dislikes being the one stuck with these fictional characters.

She has already dealt with buying groceries, going to work, and picking up things for her family, but then she went home and wanted to take a nap, only to be dragged into Isabell and Villager fighting, some conversations about arrangements within the roommates, and re-establishing some rules. Currently, she was watching T. Glisten as Nahida was finishing off planting flowers in the garden. Not that she didn't mind, just...she was really tired.

T. Glisten looked up at Ender, "You look tired...", he commented. Ender just smiled, "A little."

T. Glisten hummed and stared down.

"I get tired a lot too..."

Ender hummed, "I figured..."

"...", T. Glisten seemed to not know what else to say so he stayed quiet. Ender was kind of happy with the silence so she just remained quiet too, yawning and leaning against the couch, staring at the black ichor on T. Glisten's cracked face.

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Twisted Glisten stared at Ender. She had fallen asleep.

Twisted Glisten didn't want to be alone, but he felt like walking again. It was a strange thing, to never want to be alone but always needing to walk, even if there was no one. And Ender was really tired, so he would feel terrible if he woke Ender up from her nap! It seemed like she needed it.

So, Twisted Glisten simply got up and began walking aimlessly. Within five seconds, he began to panic a bit with being alone for so long, but he kept walking, despite that. It was fine. He wasn't alone. Any second now he would see someone else, and besides, he was the one who got up and left in the first place.

So he continued forward.

But the more he walked, the more panic built up. Nobody was there. He turned around to go back the way he came to find he forgot where he came from. He can't go back when he can't recognize where he is, so he keeps walking forward. His legs took him somewhere he didn't recognize. Or maybe he did and he just wasn't paying attention.

He found he was walking downwards somewhere. Maybe somewhere where there were people? To talk to? To be next to? To not be alone?

Maybe. He hasn't seen anybody yet, so he might as well.

Glisten looked left and right as he arrived at the bottom floor. Where was he again? It looked like a dark room...nobody was here...

"...P-Please...I-I don't want to be alone!"

Glisten called. There was no answer. Did they abandon him? Surely he couldn't have gone so far away...they would come for him...right?

He felt panic rise up in him. He couldn't see that well, nor could he keep his thoughts straight. At least with people, he could be calm. Be re-assured that he wasn't alone. Now he just felt abandoned. Abandoned...

Glisten shook his head. They wouldn't abandon him. But...at the same time...he didn't think...they would either.

Glisten kept walking, a little faster this time. Trying to distract himself from those thoughts, but it just made things feel more hopeless. Much more panic set in. Much more desperation.

"Is anybody there?!", he called out with more desperation, so much so he didn't recognize he was in the one place of the house where nobody would hear.