Kapitel 1: Fear and a New Normal
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Darkness wrapped around a young child like a cold wet blanket, suddenly the child was cascading through the sweet lukewarm air of a bright colourful world, indeed a sight to be held. The poor child, however, wasn't too keen on admiring the scenery seeing their current situation, the ground was coming closer and closer to them every second they fell. They could only call out to the one who always helped them when they were afraid, "Father!"
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A calming breeze lifted your eyelids, and three British-accented voices filled your ears: a calming monotone, a quaking grumble, and a dunce's mumble. As the film in your vision became limpid you could make out the three figures the voices belonged to, the shortest was a fleecy green duck dressed in a loose-fitting brown suit, a red handkerchief folded neatly in his breast pocket, short brown slacks to match. The second shortest was a thin yellow lad with a stripe of messy blue hair dressed in comfortable-looking overalls and bulky white tennis shoes that were surprisingly clean, not a speck of dirt or grim on them. The tallest of the trio loomed over his smaller counterparts like a red Brobdingnagian, he was quite simple, he didn't have clothes like the other two and he looked more like a person rather than a puppet.
"We can't just leave it here, I mean, it's something new." The red one stated plainly.
"Well, I think it's dead! So we should leave it right where it is!" The duck huffed.
"I think it looks funny.." The yellow one mumbled more to himself than the others.
Slowly and calmly as to not frighten them you attempted to stand, however, a pang of pain shot through your arm and you cried out as tears welled up in your eyes. You must've broken it when you fell and boy did it hurt, it was too much and you began to cry.
"What's wrong with it?" The duck asked audible groaning at your wailing.
"I think it's hurt." The red one stalked over to you in a few short steps, kneeling to look at you. As he cocked his head back and forth he felt a strange urge to embrace you, hesitantly he wrapped his arms around you awkwardly patting your back until it felt normal as if he'd done this a million times. Comforting and warm, that's how it felt to be wrapped up in fuzzy red arms, just like when your father would hug you every day when he came home, his fuzzy dark coat sleeves tickling you.
Your sobs dissipated and you craned your neck to look at the red man, he stared right back at you. You shared a long awkward period of silence before he decided to break the tension, "Does it hurt?" He gestured his mitted hand to your arm. You nodded slowly and quietly, gently the red man took your arm and examined it before roughly twisting it in opposite directions, it hurt for just a moment but after that, it didn't hurt at all you could move it with no pain!
"Thank you." You mumbled gazing at your arm mystified by what had just occurred. Without so much as a word he picked you up resting you on his broad shoulders, your bare thighs brushed against the soft felt, tickling the sensitive skin and making you laugh. The red man did his best to look at you, although you couldn't see it, the sound of you laughing made him happy, it gave him that serotonin boost he rarely or never had.
"What are you doing?" The duck questioned.
"I'm taking it with me. I like it and it looks like me so, it belongs to me." The red guy patted your leg beginning to walk towards a lovely pink house on the tippy top of a grassy hill.
"Could you call me he instead of it please?" You leaned down to ask the man keeping you perched perfectly still on his shoulders.
"Sorry." He wasn't one for many words, was he? No matter, at least he apologized for calling you "an it".
"So, what's your name? I can't just call you red, it feels weird to do that." The lanky man let out a small huff, the strands of yarn, in front of where you presumed his mouth was, fluttered at the sudden gust of breath.
"Well," He began looking down, he went silent for a moment, was he thinking? After a while he looked back up, "I suppose you could call me...Drew." Drew? A fitting name for him, he seemed like a Drew to you.
"Do you have a name?" Drew asked, turning his head to look at you.
"Course I do!" You exclaimed causing the gangly red male to wince, "You can call me [?], okay?" You kindly lowered your voice so as to not further disturb Drew.
Again, he went silent, you could tell that he'd do that silent thinking thing a lot whenever you talked to him. "We're here." He reached up and grabbed your waist lowering you down to the ground. You hadn't realized how close to the house you were as you had stopped paying attention to the world around you.
"Wow, you three all live here?" You asked in astonishment at the quaint house.
"Well, of course, we live here. What? Do you think we live outside and sleep on the ground?" He deadpanned.
"Course I don't, it was a rhetorical question, dick." You huffed, crossing your arms.
"I know, hotshot." Drew harshly poked your forehead, resting a hand on his hip.
The sound of laboured breathing caught your attention, beside you gulping up the air like a man in the desert drinking water was the duck and the yellow boy.
"Took you two long enough, let's go inside. I'm hungry." As the words left his mouth his stomach growled angrily and he patted it as if to tell it to be quiet.
Your stomach growled as well and you shrugged, "I'm a bit hungry too I guess." The duck whipped his head around towards you, his glassy eyes showing a hint of annoyance, "There are only three of us, not four."
You gasped, taken aback by his remark, "So what if there are three of you? What does that have to do with me being hungry?" You retorted, jabbing a finger into his beak. The duck went silent. As he should, that voice made your head throb no matter how long you had to listen to it. You could hear a flat chuckle emitting from behind you and you turned to see Drew with his hands to his yarn, shoulders shaking from the sound of joy that came from within him. In response you began laughing too, the other two beings stared at you, dumbfounded. It was extremely rare for Drew to laugh and even when he did it was more of a sarcastic forced laugh rather than a jovial natural laugh.
"What's so funny?" The yellow boy questions cocking his head, mouth hanging open slightly. "I'm not sure, it's just funny," Drew replied between giggles. Without a word the duck barges inside most likely pissed off by being laughed at for no good reason. The yellow boy quickly follows after him like a puppy would follow its owner.
Your stomach growled again and you sighed, "I'm starving.." You whined clutching your noisy tummy. Drew hummed a response heading inside, gesturing you to follow. The inside of their home was a lot more spacious than you had originally assumed. You found yourself standing in their kitchen which also served as a dining room for the lively trio, the duck and the yellow boy had already seated themselves at the table leaving only one chair left, Drew's chair. He simply sat down and then gestured for you to sit in his lap when you stayed inert he patted his lap locking eyes with you. You got the message that he was not going to take no for an answer so you hesitantly walked over, just as you were about to climb into his lap he picked you up and then put you down right where he wanted you, patting your head. "Comfy now?" Drew whispered in your ear, his sweet monotone voice practically forcing you to be comfortable with this. "Here." He held a fork full of felt food to your mouth, you weren't entirely sure if it was okay for your human body to consume the food the puppets ate but who cares? You're hungry. Opening your mouth wide you chomp down on the fork, the texture feeling weird, however, the food actually had an incredible flavour.
"Oh wow! That's actually really good!" You exclaimed grinning. "Would you like more?" Drew's monotone voice had a slight tone of amusement hidden in it. "Yes please." You were like a little kid again sitting in the lap of one of your parents, except this wasn't your home, this wasn't your dining room, nor was the lap you sat upon one of your parents' despite this you felt that same comfort.
Drew continued to feed you and himself until the duck announced that it was time for bed. "Bedtime?" You laughed a bit confused, "Okay you guys have got to have some screws lose you three have to be at least over the age of eighteen, why would you need a bedtime?" Duck and yellow simply stared at you while Drew stood up, you in his arms. "Natural order." That was all he said before he took you into a cosy little bedroom with three beds, two small ones and one big one. "You'll sleep in my bed. I can sleep on the floor." Drew set you down and made sure that his bed would be nice and comfy for you. "No way am I gonna make you sleep on the floor! Your bed is big enough for the both of us, I'm not that big so I won't take up much space!" You smiled patting his lower back, and he responded with a long sigh. "If you say so, Hotshot." Your smile grew wider as you climbed into the bed, Drew following suit. Since he had turned his back to you, you decided to wrap your arms around his fuzzy red torso. He perked up at this a bit startled, "What are you doing?" You nuzzled your face into him, his fruity musk lulling you into your slumber, "Cuddling you, stupid big red teddy..." You murmured. Drew sighed and made himself as comfortable as possible with your arms wrapped around him and your face pressed into his back.
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