Beano sneaked into the kitchens, having become tired of the
sorrowful looks Mars kept throwing in his direction.
He hadn't meant to make them cry!
He hadn't meant to update the younglings that badly.
So he retreated to the kitchens, where none of the young
were meant to go. It was intended to solely be the realm of the elves.
Instead there was a small gathering of older toys.
Beano ducked behind a counter, hoping they hadn't seen him.
He just needed some time alone, couldn't be go anywhere without there being a
crowd of toys?
Mars was leaving him behind. He was going to be alone. Mars
was forgetting. Mars was too trusting.
His breathe caught, the old toys were gossiping about the
recent graduates.
Now was the time to find out what they were thinking.
"Have you heard anything lately?" One said, an old
raggedy doll, her red cloak pulled tight around her.
"Not from that brunch." The old bear said,
"You know how new recruits are, can't find a moment spare to write a quick
report."
Beano couldn't see them but he imagined they were nodding.
"What about the older Teds?" One of the other toys
asked, and Beano grinned, he knew from checking through the files that most of
the Teds avoided reporting their activities. He wondered if it was part of their
training.
"A few scattered reports." The old bear replied,
and beano imagined he was smiling, he certainly sounded like it.
"Well you old goat? Tell us!"
The old bear laughed, "They are doing well, the
nightmares are low, the monsters have been driven back. A few more years and we
might win this battle."
The mouse saw red.
No!
That wasn't true. That was... lies and falsehoods and didn't
they see the darkness seeping in?
He had seen the reports, wasn't anyone else aware of the
dangers out there?
Beano shook with rage, but didn't reveal his position,
curling into a ball.
What were we? He thought, An outliner?
He didn't move, he didn't react, he didn't hear the rest of
the conversation.
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