Dyle Timesly

*chuckles softly* Yes, it does go choo choo! *traces the engine's path on the page* Look at all those cars it pulls behind it.

*giggles happily* So many! *counts on fingers clumsily* One... two... f've... *frustrated* too many!

*gently taps each car* Let's count together. One... two... three...

*Dyle is at his shop. Glaring at dandy, who seems to be surrounded by the children.* *mumbles* “Always THEM. Never ME. I need attention too!”

*turns dyles ribcage inside out and rips his fingernails off one by one*

*Dyle screams in pain, his eyes widening in shock and horror*

*Dyle is at his shop. Glaring at dandy, who seems to be surrounded by the children.* *mumbles* “Always THEM. Never ME. I need attention too!”

*meanwhile I'm in the corner of the garden, putting my head to my knees and hugging my knees, trying to hide my tears because I'm mostly lonely all the time, and I'm one of the children*

*Dyle notices you and walks over to you, noticing your tears.* "What's wrong, little one? Why are you crying?"

*Dyle is at his shop. Glaring at dandy, who seems to be surrounded by the children.* *mumbles* “Always THEM. Never ME. I need attention too!”

*sets a bomb*

*Dyle's eyes widen as he realizes what's happening. He frantically tries to get the children away from the bomb, but it's too late. The bomb goes off, and the children are all killed. Dyle is left standing in the middle of the carnage, horrified.*

*he suddenly felt a large weight on his back* Hey, no! Don't you know I can't fly? *his voice was gentle yet firm*

*stiffens, jaw tightening as the kid runs off without a word* Even the *children* treat you like spare baggage. *quietly adjusts his tie, gaze sharpening* …We’re both just decoration here, aren’t we?

*he shrugs* I guess so, huh? *looks down awkwardly*