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forest - p2

Tinky-Winky POV
As I stared down at the white teletubby, who had not yet noticed me, I pondered. Had the teletubby come from the mountains? His fur is too bright to be from the caves. But he got here so fast, does he live somewhere around here? My head turns around to check the surroundings, and from my perched position I see an open hatch down in the forest. It's heavily obscured by trees and if it were to close it'd be perfectly hidden, I observe. That must be where he comes from, I think, but why was he there anyways? What's his business here?

I slowly climb down from where I sat, preparing to confront the strange tubby when he perks up and his head spins towards my direction. He must've heard me, I muse. Good hearing or loud footsteps? He does not run, however, he blinks and then continues on his way. He must not think anything of it. Silly teletubby, I laugh. I follow quickly in his footsteps, sure to be quieter than before. Much quieter. The teletubby ahead of me does not notice, despite his camera (which I assume has night vision, with how well he's walking.) As I get closer, I think of a way to stop the teletubby.

If I try to talk to him, he'll run. I don't even know if I can use my words, either, so that's out. If I try to scare him, he'll run. And for good reason, smart boy. Perhaps I will try to pin him down, I think, and then show that I am friendly, and mean no harm, before I ask questions. I don't intend on letting him run, so perhaps I'll simply keep him down as I ask? He will trust me by then, hopefully. I'd grin if I could at my successful planning. I stop to adjust my position, a noise catching the teletubby's attention just as I pounce on him. He screams, and why would I blame him?

Guardian POV
I must not be as much as I'm hyped up to be, I think, desperately trying to push Tinky-Winky off of me. It's no use, you're already trapped. You're already dead, a voice tells me, but I try nonetheless. "Calm down," a rough voice huffs, and I still to look up with wide eyes. Above me is Tinky-Winky - obviously - his eyes still the same inky black I saw on the cameras. However, he was not attacking me. Why isn't he attacking? I wonder. I won't take it for granted, however. "I just wanted to ask a question.." he huffs again, clearly upset. I tilt my head slightly. "Question about w... what?" I stutter. I must still be nervous, I think, my heart is still racing. The teletubby stares at me.

"Who are you?" He begins, "where did you come from? Why are you here? are the first ones that come to mind. What's your name? How did you find this place? are close contenders. Mind answering?" He shoots off questions rapid-fire, and I can't blame him as I'd do the same myself. I sigh. "I'm the Guardian. I'm supposed to protect you and your siblings-" his hand crushes my chest for only a second as he quickly notices my lack of breath and moves accordingly, "-but I didn't make it in time. I came from an underground... lair of sorts? I was never really told what it was, only that I stay there.

I'm here because I noticed something was wrong... I'm trying to collect the custards, I think they're the source of this-" he growls. "You will not touch the custards." Tinky-Winky frowns, and I nod, fearful. "I will not touch the custards..." I repeat, before continuing. "...my name is unimportant. And I've been watching over for years... that's how I knew this place was here." The teletubby lets my answers sink in for a minute, and when they do he still seems.. dissatisfied. But he doesn't ask any more questions and lets me go. I crawl to lean by back on a tree, watching as carefully as I can in the dark.

He pauses to think for a second, before standing and staring down at me. "Follow," he orders, and that is what I do.