wordless communication. (Tinky Winky x The Guardian)

《 ch. 1 》I met you.

Lonely. It's so empty out here. Is there nobody else but him?

The white furred tubby crawls around the ruined factory. The night was cold and lonely as usual. He keeps gazing at his own cut off lower half, worrying that his bit might get tangle up with something.
It's been a long time, maybe a year or a couple of it since he was left here to rot alone. No one had ever come here nor looking for him. He doubts his people will ever miss him. After all he isn't someone worth memorizing for.

Po, Dipsy, La La, Tinky Winky...
What made things turn out to be this way? It was so fun back when he used to observe them. Even though they never interact, the white tubby tends to grow fond of them over the time. It feels different without them, knowing that they all are a goners. If only he knew this a little bit sooner...

The chilly air in the night is only his source of comfort. Though his white fur covering his entire body, he still feels cold. Ah, how much he misses his top hat, how much he misses its fine texture.
It seems that a lot of things had been missing from his life. At least he's still alive, isn't he? Shouldn't he be more grateful? His face says otherwise.
Being left alone, half dead, half alive, losing everything, it's the fate worse than death, it's lonely.

As the white tubby is too melancholy with his thoughts, a shadowy figure slowly approaching him and he saw it moving toward this way. Call him crazy or delusional, the figure stopped in front of him five feet away. Even in the dark, he could see it clearly, a very familiar face. Very.

"Tinky Winky?" The white tubby asked, raising his non-existent eyebrows. Oh, uh, why is there a blood pouring from his mouth? Though the sound was perfectly right in his head, he couldn't manage the words to come out properly, only an audible gargle was heard.

The figure tilted his head, curious in this other tubby's gibberish moan.

"blrghnnn... ughn..." he called out his name again, but his words weren't make any sense. Red blood keep pouring down.

Tinky Winky bowed down to have a better at the creature. Is he in pain or what, he couldn't tell. Is he delusioning?

Are they both delusional?

No, don't let this be another dream, please. The crawler desperately extended out his hand, wishing to prove the other's existent.
'You are real. You are real.' He keeps telling that to himself until he felt a sudden cold sensation in his palm.

In which the purple tubby firmly grabs it.