𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙪𝙩

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A mouse ran its' way through the crevices of the prison walls, barely escaping the pursuit of one of the cat guards. It skidded to a stop, then crawling into its' mousehole for safety.

Maryelle watched it escape, looking over at the mousehole and grimacing at the thought of the cats finally catching it. She couldn't imagine what they would do to the poor thing. Shred it apart, eat it...whatever they planned to do with it, it was sure to be grusesome.

With a quiet sigh, the human looked over at the tin can her friend, Nicholas, had turned into a phone of some sort. She then looked at the string, picking up the tin can "phone."

She put it back down. Not now. Maybe later. He most likely was coming up with some crazy theory or whatever. 

Just Nick being Nick. 

She loved him for that; he was just carefree, happy, and didn't care about what anybody thought of him. He was just himself.

She sighed once more, laying on the sad excuse for a bed (in which was actually a dirty stone slab) that her cell had. Oh, how she wished she were back on the boat with her friends! And Nicholas...

"Goodnight,"She said to seemingly nobody, closing her eyes and trying to get comfortable. 

All attempts seemed feeble, until she found some moss and put it below her head. It wasn't too comfortable, but it was enough to help her sleep.

"Goodnight,"She said again, this time a bit louder as she slowly fell asleep, although her slumber would be short-lived.