CatBee’s eye went wide with terror. "Go. Now." Its voice lost the little-girl tone, replaced by a grinding, urgent growl. "The Prototype knows you are here. It always knows."
It held up a broken crayon. Purple. "Will you color with me? Just for a minute. Before the others smell you." poppy playtime for free
He sat on the dusty floor. "I'm not good at staying inside the lines." CatBee’s eye went wide with terror