Horror with the lights on
Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared fanfiction Red & Duck (Duck’s perspective)
Why did you leave us? We need you Red.
I… I won’t say it to your stupid stringy face—-but I need you.
Remember when we talked in the dark…. we told each other how much we liked looking at each other?
Now, (Ring! Ring! RING!) the kitchen is way too bright and these monsterous “teachers” are blocking me from answering the phone.
“Something’s…. Missing….” I mutter, my throat hurting, tears leaking from my eyes as I hold Yellow’s tiny hand. He’s just a child. We could be his parents, Red, but you left!
Now it’s terror with the lights on.
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This is an intriguing story to me .
Colorful. Two primaries named, red & yellow. Given the state of affairs, I'd say you have all three covered inasmuch as you certainly sound blue.