Team Weird|Walter Beckett X Reader (Ongoing)

Human Eyes: Twenty

LOVEY

"You shouldn't be wearing his face," Lovey heard Lance speak. She was tucked in, warm inside Lance's dark suit, and had woken up from his sudden movements. She could also sense that he was uncomfortable, and his voice sounded rather vexatious.

A deep chuckle erupted from the left of her; it was a bit muffled. "What's wrong Sterling?" the voice asked; it was very familiar to her.

"You should not be speaking with his voice either," growled Lance.

Lovey could feel his body stiffen. She was confused and worried, yet, curiosity got the best of her. She shifted her body and slowly moved her small head towards the opening in Lance's tux.

"Hmm, I quite like this form. To be honest Sterling, I'm a bit disappointed that you don't like it," The voice said almost sarcastically; though mostly it seemed emotionless and cold.

"Bullshit," Lance grumbled. His teeth bared as he inhaled a sharp breath.

As Lovey poked her head through the opening she took in their surroundings; they walked through a bland hallway, it was unfamiliar to her, and it was silent enough to where you could only hear Lance's footsteps. The walls were painted but they held no memories; they looked almost brand new; uncracked and clean, but that's what made it so dull.

A new doll means nothing but when her skin is stained and old it could mean everything. Played and worn; you could tell when something holds memories, anything could, but to Lovey, nothing seemed special about this place.

She looked to her left from Lance's suit and her head perked. It was Walter! She was relieved! The dry suspicion and uneasiness washed away from her as she flew towards him. Oh, how she missed him.

"Lovey, NO!" Lance jolted and tried to grab her, but he was too late; her feet landed on Walter's messy hair which led Walter to quickly spin and knock into the wall beside him in surprise.

"Wha-" Walter quickly raised his arm in an attempt to throw her off but she moved to his shoulder.

She was confused again. Walter was always gentle, especially around her. Not once has he tried to ever harm her, (or anyone).

Walter moved again. His face was close enough for her to see his eyes. His grave blue-grey eyes. They seemed dull and calculated; bland eyes, dead eyes. They weren't her Walter's eyes; his bright blue sky eyes. They weren't intelligent or kind, nor bold or tender, just dead. Dead murky eyes.

The male swung his shoulder, his other arm raising to grab her, but she flew. She was scared, perching herself high up on a hanging lamp.

"Damn bird," the male uttered.

"Tom!" An irritated voice called from the end of the hallway. "I thought you said you were taking him to his room, what are you doing!?"

"I'm terribly sorry Lady Alice, there was a bird and i--"

"A bird, Tom?" The little girl walked to him, her cheeks puffed annoyingly. "Get him to his room and take the lady out of her cage."

"Yes, Lady Alice, " 'Tom' responded.

Lovey was disappointed. But she knows she'll see Walter soon, she always has hope for him and Lance.

The fake Walter brought Lance to a room, locking him inside. It took him a minute to lock everything, there were about fifteen devices built into the door; all for the purpose of keeping Lance in. It kept her out as well, she couldn't get back to him now.

She made a bitter sound, her feathers ruffled as she watched the fake Walter walk back in the same direction Alice came from. Lovey took a quick glance at the locked door then back at 'Tom'.