[ his legs don't feel like moving until he sees Once-ler's hand - and suddenly everything doesn't seem all that hopeless any more. a few moments ago death by doll seemed inevitable, and that horror of dying here alone, like he'd feared in the Gallery... it seemed so real and terrifying that he felt he couldn't do a thing about it. fear had paralysed him earlier - fear of Red Eyes, and all its 'friends'.
but that green-clad hand reaching out to him makes everything seem hopeful again, and he'll reach back out to grab it. it wasn't like the time Once-ler had to drag him out of a room once before when he was paralysed by fear, though - this time he'll run with him, pulling him along with him. his long legs keep running, he's not even sure where. all he knows is he needs to be safe- Once-ler needs to be safe. his dear friend, willing to risk his life to protect him, even after everything.
tears sting his eyes and he doesn't dare look behind them, because he knows the dolls are following. ]
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but that green-clad hand reaching out to him makes everything seem hopeful again, and he'll reach back out to grab it. it wasn't like the time Once-ler had to drag him out of a room once before when he was paralysed by fear, though - this time he'll run with him, pulling him along with him. his long legs keep running, he's not even sure where. all he knows is he needs to be safe- Once-ler needs to be safe. his dear friend, willing to risk his life to protect him, even after everything.
tears sting his eyes and he doesn't dare look behind them, because he knows the dolls are following. ]