In a lair below the ground, a white furred teletubby rubs his eyes to ward away the need to sleep as he stares at the cameras. His stomach ached, not in hunger, but with a bad feeling - a void in his lower torso. His attention focused on the cameras, he looks at the teletubbies below him sleeping peacefully. What is he so worried about? He muses to himself, they're perfectly fine. They're sleeping, Walten, he scolds, and you should be too.
He lets out a huff to nobody but himself, before getting up and walking over to a tiny bed in the corner of the room. This place had the nessecities, so he's never complained, and he has no need to. The Guardian drifts off into a peaceful sleep while nearby, a red furred one prepares to look for her brother, Tinky-Winky. At this, when he will recall, he scrunches his nose and tells himself that if he had stayed up only a few more minutes he would've been able to prevent this. However, with his weak figure and lack of weapons he wouldn't have been able to do anything either way.
He chooses not to think about that fact. But for now, he is asleep.
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FanfictionThe Guardian, Walten, is plagued by guilt as he begins his journey to the Station. He's slowed by this guilt, to such a point that it brings him into potential danger.. or, so he thought.
