[ SECRET POST #2682 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2682 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 024 secrets from Secret Submission Post #383.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

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Unbeta'd, yo

[blunderbuss]

He stopped. He could hear footsteps. Not the slow shuffling of the things but quick tiny footsteps that were headed right for them. Jean and Marco stared at each other in confusion. They cautiously looked inside.

There was another dark shape coming out of the darkness but it was quicker, smaller. Just inside the pool of pale light streaming in through the shopfront door was the little toy car and a small pale hand reached out of the shadows to grab it. Now that the figure was just within the light Jean could see it was (used to be) a little boy about the age of four, its round face covered by a mop of reddish brown curls. It was hunched over, rolling the toy in its hands.

Marco looked at Jean with wide eyes. Jean refused to look back, setting his jaw stubbornly. He tapped his walking stick lightly against the doorframe to get its attention. It looked up.

“Oh god.” Marco gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth.

Its lower jaw was gone, torn away by a savage bite that had left bloody trails across its cheeks. What was left was a gaping red hole that dripped near-black blood down its shirt, marring the picture of a cartoon tiger, down onto the white toes of its sneakers. One of its eyes was rotted and milky white but the other was a mottled red that stared right at them. No one moved.

Then suddenly a deep rasping gurgle came from its throat and it ran towards them, dropping the toy car. Jean readied his walking stick but Marco stared in horror, breath catching in his chest as the icepick trembled in his hands.

Just as the child thing crossed the threshold Jean whipped out the walking stick and yanked, sending the thing tumbling to the floor with a loud thump. He swore under his breath; he’d yanked too hard. The wretched thing was already squirming to its feet and he held it down with the stick. It hissed and spat like a wild animal and it took all of his strength just to pin it down.

“Now, Marco!” Jean whispered.

Marco didn’t move.