Fox kept searching. Walking down the hallways of the Fabricated World and through the paintings that hang on the wall outside in the art gallery. Looking this way and that as the blue skinned dolls whisper and chatter to what has gotten the ever so emotionless male in such distress.
All of the paintings were where they were supposed to be. But one was not, and he felt shame wash over him for not remembering the name of the painting only the looks of it. Deep colors with splashes of yellows and other vibrant colors was the painting and he, the protector of sorts to the gallery, could not find it. A deep hidden feeling of panic welled up inside of him. But the only action that betrayed how he felt was how fast he paced down the hallways and how fast he looked around for the said painting. It is his job to protect what is in this gallery and one of the things he needs to protect has gone missing under his watch.
▓ ♣ The faint pattering of footsteps puts her off. No one ever walked by this room, they knew not to. They knew they had to leave her alone, lest they be subjected to a violent, nightmare-induced, beating.
Red eyes look up, narrowed and slightly hazed from minutes of waking nightmares. Nailed hands dig into the floorboards, breaking and bending and tearing into them. The red-painted claws are on the verge of shattering, but there is no worries for her, she knows they’ll grow back.
scrEECH, scRATCH
Her pale hand pushes the half-open door wide, slamming it against the nearest wall. Eyes glare at the boy above her, sparking with venom.
“ Why are you passing by here, state your reason boy. ”
