My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 7 - Complications

~Chilled's POV~

"We can't just close shop for a day!"

"Why not?" I insist and Ze rolls his eyes before dragging me over to the same place he constantly drags me towards and gestures towards the large white board with countless amount of numbers written everywhere. I observe the numbers and I have to admit, those are pretty low numbers. Ze glares at me but I just sigh and fall backwards onto the small weak wooden chair we have that is likely to break very soon, just hopefully not now.

"Well we need that doll."

"Well too bad," Ze snaps and I glance at him curiously, up to this point he's always agreed that we absolutely need a doll to give me freedom. When he notices my betrayed expression he sighs and scratches the back of his head, glancing back at the numbers. "You can't run the shop because you have lapses you can't work and if you agree to Mrs. Pennington's work you'll likely be a part of the parade where you'll have to walk for hours. Do you really think you can last that long?" I hesitate and glance down, hating to admit he's right. "At this point we only have two choices, it's either we tell someone else who can help you that day, or we don't get the doll and you have to stay in the back while we use some other method to get it from Mrs. Pennington which will probably last longer. I'm okay with either, but are you?" I glare at the floor now, hating the only two decisions he's giving me while understanding that he's giving valid reasons for the limited choices.

"Are we going to tell Gassy?" Ze asks one last time and I feel in my gut this will be the last time he asks. Ze typically isn't persistent unless there is a chance in which the answer will be different, and if I don't tell Gassy now I will probably never tell Gassy without being caught first. I hold my hands at my mouth, the serious options running through my head with every outcome scenario possible running through my head. I have to admit, it's risky with Gassy. No one just tells another person they're cursed and take the form of a plushie for more than half of their time, and they sure as hell don't not think about giving me over to some black market. Ze sighs, getting my attention as he seems to be pacing around before glancing towards me.

"Think a little bit more. I need to go check on the shop and tell them you're thinking. Make up your mind," Ze orders before opening the door to the front revealing Nanners. The moment the door opens our eyes lock before the door closes, shutting us off from each other. I convinced Nanners to help me, I convinced him to help when he doesn't seem at all like the festive type. I have to make this work somehow, but I don't want to tell Gassy nor Nanners, my top two choices besides Galm and Smarty. I'm well aware how untrustworthy Nanners is, just the very air around him makes you think twice on his very appearance. Plus, Gassy straight up told us not to trust him so I'm extra cautious around Nanners despite being good friends with him. If anyone were to know right now I'd have to tell Gassy, but somehow I just don't want him to worry after just barely moving here as well. Ze really won't let me do this on my own will without help? I sigh in disappointment when I remember the serious expression on his face although he's usually so carefree and happy.

I caused that serious expression, so different than what his face usually looks like. Before I can even think more a sharp pain stings in my head and I immediately clutch onto my stomach, the pain overwhelming me again. If Ze and I have found anything out it's that when I'm feeling pressured or mentally unstable I tend to turn more often, not that it's that surprising but any information we could get may be the key to freeing me.

"Chilled? You finished in here?" Ze questions, opening the door once again and becomes confused when he sees the completely empty room. It takes him only a second to realize what went on and wanders around the room until he nearly steps on my arm. I may be a bit curious as to how nerves work when my insides are plush, actually curious if my insides are actually plush, but I'd rather not find out for now or in the near future. He spots me and picks me up silently, the expression on his face wrongly guilty probably because he knows about the entire changing more often when I'm a bit stressed. He did just lay on a huge decision on me before casually leaving me to my lonesome. His eyes look directly into my own and I immediately flinch, or I would have if I had operable muscles. Ze is the only one who knows I'm living inside of this tiny body. Although Nanners seemed as if he looked into my eyes part of it could have been my imagination or just a guy looking into a doll's eyes. Nothing gay about that.