The Desert remains the same.
Without chaos, peace reigns and boredom pursues. Sinder is quietly observing with his splotched body matching the dappled sunlight of the oasis. Darkness and light. When he looks up he sees only memories. There's Noori and Kindling, Osric and Smolder. They are all there, playing like a movie when his eyes close. They won't come back; love pushed them all away. As a result, Sinder remains alone.
There's a glimmer of magic that dances down the length of his spine.
His eyes open, but all he sees is darkness.
Blind.
(How the fuck?)
Yael? Voice for sight?
(You don't fucking talk, yet)
Shit.
The world jerks around him and he's jostled around like a rag doll. At first, he tries to fight it and to escape whatever sheet of black has curtained his eyes but then he resigns with a weary sigh. This isn't his doing. Even when he lies down Sinder is still moving, still tumbling around like a rock down a cliffside.
(What the flipping fuck?!)
This is sickening.
(Who? Where? What is this?!)
The world is ending...
A sharp breath is forced from his lungs as there is another bump that tosses him into a wall.
Then he's out.
When he stirs, the world has gone still. Sinder isn't being thrown around anymore but his mind still feels like it is. It feels jumbled and confused as he looks around to see destroyed and maimed toys. He wouldn't be able to see them if it weren't for the sheet of light slanting through from the open slit above. There's a teddy bear with one eye, a stretched out slinky, barbies without heads, and other critters lacking limbs. In confusion Sinder remains entirely still and doesn't even allow to let his mind roam until he glances down at himself.
(What in God's name is this bullshit?)
I'm colorful.
(Ugly. Disgusting. Disgraceful.)
Bright.
The shock of his color change freezes him, but what reawakens the workings of his mind are the destroyed toys surrounding him.
(Get the hell out. Now.)
At first, Sinder tries to clamber up the sides but to no avail. It's only when he stumbles onto a raggedy doll that it comes to life and tells him what is going on. Its tangled hair is in patches and one eye is loosely glued on. "You're not getting out, you know. This is life. This is where you belong," it pauses while it crawls forward (Sinder sees that one leg is missing), "You will never leave." He tries to back away but his back squeaks against the wall of the prison. Swerving to the side, he tries to climb up a couple more toys, not entirely realizing what he is doing. A horse-hybrid toy stirs to life after a couple clarifying blinks. "Oh, hey good looking. Why don't you come to daddy?"
I'm in Hell.
(Get the fuck out, Dammit!)
There's no traction with his plastic legs or feet (can they really be called hooves?). There are toys tugging at his tail and trying to yank him down and bury him beneath their weight. No one wants to let him escape; if they have to suffer then so must he.
But then there is a voice that just barely beckons his attention. Sinder's girly pink eyes glance to a dark corner where he had previously scrambled. It's the penguin slinky along with a dinosaur. With urgency splitting his mind Sinder tries to dodge and run. "Not every toy deserves to live like this," the slinky whispers, "but please, don't forget about us." without even so much as a name or any other information, the slinky hurls part of her stretched body toward the slightly ajar box top. Her wings bend around the lip of their jail as she tries desperately to hold on. The dinosaur, a random brachiosaurus amidst a crowd of dolls, tilts its head. "Hurry," it mutters as the more vengeful toys start scrambling forward. Misfits, they are.
Sinder, without further hesitation, climbs into the back of the dinosaur. "To my head," it adds quickly and Sinder immediately obeys. A couple attempted leaps finally get him there.
(Still not tall enough to reach)
Shit. Shit. Shit.
(They're coming)
He doesn't ask them why they condemn him to their lifestyle because before he can even spare them a glance the brachiosaurus rears onto its back legs. It puts Sinder at just a decent enough height to grasp onto the penguin slinky. How, he isn't sure, but with a combined effort he is able to nose his way through the door of the toy chest. With his teal front legs hooked around the edge of the box, he finally looks down to see the conniving toys all hitting and clawing the fallen brachiosaurus. It looks up at him pitifully before closing its eyes and succumbing to the punishment of having helped Sinder.
Then he looks at the penguin slinky. "He's dramatic. Toys can't kill toys... It's the little girl you have to watch out for." A tilt of her head directs Sinder to look at the nearby bed and toys scattered around them. "Silent pony, good luck." Sinder, quiet as always, simply nods before scrambling out of the box. There is no way to catch himself and so he falls with a thump that knocks the air out of his lungs. With determination fueling him, Sinder flees to underneath the bed (careful to touch other toys). When he looks up at the toy box he sees the penguin wave a final farewell before her grip of the edge is lost.
(What. The. Fuck.)
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