Don't You Forget About Me (a DHMIS Fanfic)

The whole world felt like it was missing felt. (Prologue)

Inspired and partially based by this post :http://shobijinsandy.tumblr.com/post/131474890341/im-weak-for-puppets-help-me

(cover image used with permission, granted by skylordlysander, this is their tumblr: http://skylordlysander.tumblr.com/) 

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He wasn't dead. He was kinda hoping to die, maybe then they'd leave him alone. Maybe if one of them died, they would release them all. Maybe he had saved his friends by exploding.

But when he opened his eyes, he was awkwardly lying down, barely fitting on the floor of a dirty red telephone box, in a place with dull colors but somehow more real than his reality.

The whole world felt like it was missing felt.

He stood up and looked around, leaving the red box behind. The air was fresh, so much oxygen made him a bit dizzy. The grass felt itchy, but at the same time alive. The sky didn't look artificial blue, it was grey. The trees had no eyes.

He remembered this dull reality, but it still made him uneasy. It was like the life he was living before June 19th, when he was a normal red thing, when Robin was a normal duck and Manny a normal child.

Talking about normal children, a little boy similar to Manny (the same dummy smile and blue overalls) was staring at him in the rudest way.

"Is this the real life?" Red asked him, and the kid looked baffled to hear a giant red mop talk.

"I think so" the little boy replied

"Where are we?"

"London" the kid shrugged. "That telephone box wasn't here yesterday"

"Of which year?"

"Did you come from the telephone box? Like Doctor Who?" Red took the little kid by his shoulders. He hated when people wouldn't answer his questions.

"Who is-... Nevermind. In which year are we? Is it June 19th? Have you seen my friends?" he shook the kid's shoulders, but before he could answer, his mom called him and he left.

Red looked around, hoping to find something -a sign, a letter, a single green feather would do- to tell him about his current situation. Maybe the kid was right, if he had appeared with the telephone box, and if he went inside it would bring him back to his world, with enough time to fight whichever talking object was torturing his friends by now.

Of course the idea of going back to that hellhole was terrifying, maybe this time he couldn't escape, but what else could a red guy do? His friends were trapped there. They would have done the same for him. So he arranged his scarf and turned around to go back to the telephone box that somehow connected their world with this one.

But the telephone box was gone.