In his own room, Garry's been cornered by a pack of unknown dolls - his own, Red Eyes, is the ringleader. The portraits and paintings around his room are laughing at him, shrill and high, and signs of a struggle can easily be seen. Chairs toppled over, items strewn about the floor - and Garry batting away dolls with his fire poker, a look of extreme fear on his face.
to anyone listening in, his words might sound rather insane, but to Garry himself, they're quite real.
"--I wont be your friend and I'm never going back there! Don't touch me dammit! Don't-" A sob, as he kicks a doll with a large knife away from him, and presses his back against the wall behind him, exhausted and upset.
"Don't come any closer... please..."
The portraits around his room laugh, shrill and high. and as a doll with plus-shaped eyes digs it's knife into his calf, and a few of the petals on his rose fall to the ground, Garry lets out a yell that pierces above them all.
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to anyone listening in, his words might sound rather insane, but to Garry himself, they're quite real.
"--I wont be your friend and I'm never going back there! Don't touch me dammit! Don't-" A sob, as he kicks a doll with a large knife away from him, and presses his back against the wall behind him, exhausted and upset.
"Don't come any closer... please..."
The portraits around his room laugh, shrill and high. and as a doll with plus-shaped eyes digs it's knife into his calf, and a few of the petals on his rose fall to the ground, Garry lets out a yell that pierces above them all.