Ppt pick mee

Lily:*pouring tea in a teacup* Huggy wuggy:*talking w kissy missy* Kissy missy:*talking to huggy wuggy* Poppy:*just sitting quietly* Doey:*idfk being doey?* Player:*scared asf bc harley and the prototype is there* Prototype:*idfk either* Harley:*cant drink tea bc hes a tv* Yarnaby:*beside harley doing idk* Miss delight:*idk* Mommy long legs:*feeding baby idk* Daddy long legs:*being daddy long legs* Baby long legs:*being fed by mommy long legs* Marigold:*barges in crying* GUYS LILY HIT ME!!*sobs*

no tf she didn't.

Lily: yes i did! Shes annoying me! *marigold runs to huggy wuggy crying*

* Prototype: *groans* MY DIGNITY!

Lily: WHAT?! *she says while backing away from you*

Hey toulloue

Haha

Lily:*pouring tea in a teacup* Huggy wuggy:*talking w kissy missy* Kissy missy:*talking to huggy wuggy* Poppy:*just sitting quietly* Doey:*idfk being doey?* Player:*scared asf bc harley and the prototype is there* Prototype:*idfk either* Harley:*cant drink tea bc hes a tv* Yarnaby:*beside harley doing idk* Miss delight:*idk* Mommy long legs:*feeding baby idk* Daddy long legs:*being daddy long legs* Baby long legs:*being fed by mommy long legs* Marigold:*barges in crying* GUYS LILY HIT ME!!*sobs*

Lily lovebraids:*stops pouring tea* and when did i hit you?

Marigold: just now!

Lily:*pouring tea in a teacup* Huggy wuggy:*talking w kissy missy* Kissy missy:*talking to huggy wuggy* Poppy:*just sitting quietly* Doey:*idfk being doey?* Player:*scared asf bc harley and the prototype is there* Prototype:*idfk either* Harley:*cant drink tea bc hes a tv* Yarnaby:*beside harley doing idk* Miss delight:*idk* Mommy long legs:*feeding baby idk* Daddy long legs:*being daddy long legs* Baby long legs:*being fed by mommy long legs* Marigold:*barges in crying* GUYS LILY HIT ME!!*sobs*

Nori: no she did not

Lily: yes I did!!

*The muffled meowing fades as the Candy Cat is presumably retrieved. A heavy silence settles over the Dollhouse for a long moment. Then, a new sound drifts up from below - soft, uneven clinking. Prototype: Well. That was a mess. *The clinking grows louder, accompanied by the squeak of rubber wheels* Lefty: *His voice drifts up from somewhere in the ground floor, sing-song and unsettling* Ah, the clink of ice, the slide of glass... a perfect night for a toast to the past. Come gather 'round, my friends, come near... Lefty's ready to spin his tale. *The clinking stops* Poppy: *A quiet, weary sigh* He's at it again. *A low groan escapes the Prototype* Do we have to? Lefty: *His voice is closer now, right beneath the floor* A story needs an audience... and you're it. *A trapdoor in the corner of the main room creaks open* Lefty: *He emerges slowly, his red hand clutching a knife, his empty sleeve pinned neatly. A gramophone head replaces his own, now playing a scratchy tune* Now... where were we?

*suddenly, Mommy Long Legs looks up toward the vents* Wait... is someone up there?

no

Mommy Long Legs: I thought I heard something... *glances back down at Baby Long Legs, but her eyes keep drifting back to the vents*