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Time Out To Think

A/N: After the brief span of 1 million years, I have finished a oneshot. Just bouncing around in Lou's head a little while. Kind of a character study... sort of... thing? Well, you'll see XD. I don't know where this idea came from.. Somebody please kill me (lol).

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It was dark. That was the first thing Lou noticed.

He sat up. His head ached, no, scratch that, his head was pounding.

Shadowy figures loomed over him. It was too dark to tell what they were. His back was pressed against something soft but firm.

He peered into the darkness. Where... Am I?

The last thing he remembered was sweeping up the outdoor area where he used to train the new arrivals. The area where those uglies now trained said newcomers.

The thought made him fume. In one fell swoop, demoted to janitor.

His lip curled in disgust at the thought of the pests that had turned his world topsy-turvy. Uglydolls. Short, fat, lumpy, asymmetrical, some with compound eyes and limbs. Everything that a doll shouldn't be. There was a time when he could have had them all disposed of with the flick of his wrist. Oh yes, in fact, once upon a time he'd had the power to have anything he desired. The dolls wouldn't argue, why would they? They adored him. And rightfully so. He was perfect. His word was law.

Before those things decided to make an appearance, he had been doing just fine for himself. His name alone made dolls tremble. And when he wanted something? You better believe he got it! And such power, such intoxicating power! He'd had the world in his palm! Life had been perfect!

Well, that wasn't quite true...

He shoved the thought away. So alright, things weren't precisely perfect, per se, but at least it was better than where he was now. He spent all day with that mechanical mutt breathing down his neck, cleaning up messes and spills in the new Institute and-- he shuddered to think the name-- Uglyville. And when the daily grind was all done with, what did he have to look forward to? The trudge back to the supply shed, where he would toss and turn for a few hours before the whole thing started over again.

Which brings me back to the current predicament.

He focused his gaze, but it was no use. It was still too dark to make anything out but the most basic of shapes.

He was propped up against some sort of wall. A soft wall? Yes, a soft wall covered in fabric all the way up to the high ceiling. It might've been a trick of the light (or lack of, really), Lou thought he spied the same material stretched over the expanse above him. No, he was sure of it, both the walls and ceiling were covered in some sort of lining. With no small amount of irritation, he realized that the seams where the wall met the ceiling were all slightly askew. If there was ever any doubt that those uglies were behind this...

Experimentally, he pressed a hand against the wall. It sank deep into the soft, cushy padding that seemed to be covering every inch of the place. When he removed it, the wall left an impression of his hand, very slowly returning to it original shape.

Did they put me in some sort of asylum?

He traced a finger lightly over the surface. The soft, nubby material made him reminise about the first time he'd met Ox. Lou had never seen anything like the rabbit-like doll before that day. He had been so much softer than the rest of the pretty dolls.

Lou didn't like to be reminded of those days. He scowled, now liking this strange place even less.

His eyes were beginning to become accustomed to the dimness. At random, he picked out one of the looming figures and squinted at it, hard. Ignoring the fact that he was probably giving himself frown lines. Not that there was anybody besides himself to care at this point anyway. Slowly, the shadows shuffled together to form... a go-cart with four flat tires.