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    • Chapter 15: The labyrinth unveiled As they approached the entrance of the library, Ghost signaled for his team to follow. The large wooden doors creaked softly as they swung open, revealing the dimly lit interior. The Hellcats moved in like silent shadows, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet underfoot. Ghost led the way, his eyes scanning the rows of bookshelves. He could feel the tension building within the team, each member sensing they were mere steps away from the unknown dangers lurking beneath. Rabbit trailed close behind, her fingers dancing over her tech pad, ensuring they remained undetected as they ventured deeper. "We've reached the second underground level, Argos," Ghost reported, his voice barely a whisper. He could hear the soft hum of machinery in the distance, a telling sign they were drawing closer to their target. "Bring up the lift." The team huddled together, watching as the lift slowly ascended from the depths below. As it came to a stop, Ghost turned to his team, his eyes reflecting the determination that burned within them all. "We're going in hot. Be ready for anything." With a nod from Rabbit, the team stepped onto the lift, their hearts pounding in sync as they descended into the unknown. The lift jolted to a stop, and Ghost gestured for the others to follow as he led the charge towards the lab entrance. As they neared, the sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor. Wire, their sharp-shooter, tense and ready, whispered into her commLink, "I've got eyes on possible hostiles. Heavy with Nannybots." "Hold your fire," Ghost ordered, his voice steady. "We're here for the captives, not a firefight." The lab's entrance loomed ahead, a large metal door etched with the faded emblem of Emerson University. Ghost signaled for Rabbit to get to work on the door's security panel. As she began to work her magic, the sound of footsteps grew louder, and the distinctive shape of Nannybots appeared on the horizon. "We don't have much time," Ghost warned. "Make it quick, Rabbit." With a triumphant smile, Rabbit pried open the panel, exposing the delicate wiring within. She worked deftly, her fingers a blur as she bypassed the security system. With a final spark of electricity, the door groaned open, revealing the hidden complex beyond. The team stood at the threshold, their hearts racing as they prepared to face the unknown. They knew this was just the beginning - a dangerous mission fraught with peril. But they were the Hellcats, a force to be reckoned with, and they would not rest until they had saved their own. As they stepped through the door, they vanished into the maze of twisting corridors, their footsteps echoing through the cavernous space. The fight to save their friends had truly begun, and they would not hesitate to risk everything in their quest for freedom. For they were not just warriors - they were heroes, united against an oppressive world that sought to keep them down. The battle had started, and the outcome hung in the balance. But the Hellcats were ready, and they would not be easily defeated. With a final nod from Ghost, they advanced, their hearts filled with hope, their spirits unbroken. For they were the Hellcats and they  would not rest until victory was theirs.   The drone, a sleek hovering orb, emerged from the shadows like a specter, its sensors locking onto the Hellcats. It beeped a series of crisp, coded messages that only a machine could understand. "Looks like we've got a guide," Wire remarked, her eyes fixed on the mechanical escort. Ghost nodded, his gaze never leaving the drone. "Argos, you're sure this thing's friendly?" Through their earpieces, Argos's voice resonated with the clear certainty of a thousand computations. "Affirmative. The drone is an extension of my surveillance network. Follow it to your objective." The Hellcats exchanged wary glances as the drone pivoted, signaling them to proceed. The metallic corridor stretched out before them, terminating at a formidable door that looked like it had survived wars from another time. "This is old tech," Rabbit observed, eyeing the sturdy construction of the blast door with a hint of disapproval. "Not what you'd expect in a place like Emerson." "Old doesn't mean easy," Ghost countered. "Let's stay sharp." As they neared the door, the drone emitted a low-frequency pulse. The massive door responded with a series of mechanical clicks and groans before it reluctantly began to slide open. The Hellcats paused at the threshold, taking in the descent that awaited them beyond the door. It was as if they were about to plunge into the bowels of history itself. Ghost turned to his team, his voice tinged with the gravity of their situation. "We don't know what's down there. Keep your eyes peeled and watch each other's backs." Rabbit pulled out her tech pad once more, her fingers moving with practiced ease. "I'll jam any signals coming in or out. We don't want any surprises." Wire checked her weapon one last time, feeling its familiar weight in her hands. "I'm ready to light up anything that moves wrong." The Hellcats advanced down the staircase with measured steps, their senses alert for any sign of danger. As they descended deeper into the darkness, each knew they were moving further away from the world they knew and deeper into uncertainty. Argos's voice was their lifeline in the silence that enveloped them. "I will monitor your progress from here. Good luck, Hellcats." The Hellcats followed the drone, their senses on high alert as they navigated the winding corridors. "This doesn't feel right," Wire muttered, her grip tightening on her weapon. "What the hell is a door like that doing in a university?" Ghost shook his head, his voice grim. "I don't know, but I don't like it. Rabbit, see if you can get us through." Rabbit stepped forward, her tech pad already in hand. She scanned the door, her brow furrowing as she processed the data. "This is some serious hardware, Ghost. It's going to take some time."   Ghost exchanged a glance with his team, their expressions mirroring his own unease. But they had come too far to turn back now. With a nod, he signaled for Rabbit to continue her work. Minutes ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity as they stood before the imposing door. Finally, with a triumphant cry, Rabbit stepped back, the door sliding open with a hiss of hydraulics. Beyond lay a staircase, descending even deeper into the bowels of the earth. The Hellcats hesitated, the weight of the unknown pressing down upon them. "I've got a bad feeling about this," Wire whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. Ghost nodded, his jaw set with determination. "So do I. But we don't have a choice. Our targets are down there, and we're not leaving without them." With a deep breath, he stepped forward, his team falling in behind him. The drone led the way, its soft glow illuminating the path ahead. As the Hellcats descended the ancient staircase, the air grew thick with the scent of bygone conflicts. The walls bore the scars of a time when the world trembled under the weight of relentless ambition and technological prowess pushed to its limits. They moved cautiously, each step resonating with history's echoes. "These walls... they've seen more than just academic disputes," Rabbit murmured, her voice a hushed reverence for the past. Ghost nodded, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Yeah, this place reeks of old power plays and secrets best left buried." Wire adjusted her weapon, her gaze fixed on the distant darkness. "Remember the stories our elders would avoid? About an age when our kind wasn't just marginalized but caught in a crossfire of giants?" A grim understanding passed between them; none dared to voice it directly, but each mind raced with tales of a colossal struggle that had once shaken the foundations of their worlds. Rabbit glanced at Ghost, her eyes seeking confirmation. "You think this is part of that... legacy?" Without a word, Ghost ran his fingers over a large dent in the metal wall — a silent testament to a violent impact from an era long past. The drone ahead paused as if waiting for them to absorb the gravity of their surroundings. "Feels like we're walking through a museum dedicated to mistakes," Wire commented, her tone laced with unease. The silence hung heavy as they continued through the labyrinthine passages. The deeper they went, the more palpable the sense of foreboding became. Rabbit's fingers paused on her tech pad, a frown etching her features. "These energy readings... they're off the charts. Whatever happened here, it wasn't just a footnote in history." Ghost led them forward with a quiet resolve. "Let's keep moving. We've got lives to save, regardless of what ghosts we're walking among." They pressed on, their steps synchronized with the pulse of revelations that thrummed through the ancient corridors. The Hellcats knew they were treading upon ground that once quaked with the fury of two worlds clashing — yet their mission was clear: rescue and survive. Ghost stopped short when they reached an intersection. He held up a hand, signaling his team to halt. "Listen," he whispered. A distant rumble reverberated through the corridor, sending vibrations through the soles of their boots. "That doesn't sound like any Nannybot I've ever heard," Wire said.   Rabbit checked her tech pad again, her expression tightening. "There's an energy spike ahead. Something's active down here—and it's not just surveillance."   They shared an uneasy look, understanding that whatever lay ahead was part of a legacy far older than any mission they had undertaken before. "Could be leftover security systems from the war," Ghost speculated, his voice low but clear. Wire grimaced at the thought. "Let's hope they don't mistake us for enemy combatants." With renewed caution, they advanced down one corridor after another, each step a reminder of the risks they were taking by delving into this relic of a bygone conflict. "Argos," Ghost spoke again into his comLink as they continued their descent into history's depths, "keep your sensors peeled for anything out of place." "Understood," came Argos's reply through their earpieces. "You are walking through shadows of the past—stay vigilant and mind the steps…"   * * *   "Damn, I hate these giant steps," Foxboy muttered, looking up at the next flight with a grimace.  "Trust the drone, Foxboy," he said, gesturing towards the small device scooting in front of them. "It'll guide us through." With a deep breath, Foxboy activated his exoskeleton. The mechanical limbs extended from his body, giving him the strength and agility to jump over each step with ease. The Hellcats followed suit, their own exoskeletons humming as they leapt from one stair to the next. Ghost led the way, his eyes fixed on the drone in front of them. Rabbit and Wire trailed behind, their weapons at the ready. As they descended deeper into the library's subterranean levels, they could feel the air growing colder and more oppressive. Foxboy watched them go, his face hardening with resolve. He flexed his fingers around the handles of his exoskeleton and then pushed off from the ground. The force propelled him upwards and forwards, carrying him up multiple flights in one bound. Ghost's communicator vibrated against his wrist, a silent but urgent demand for attention amidst the darkness of the underground labyrinth. With a swift motion, he signaled the team to halt, their bodies instantly tensing in anticipation. Rabbit's fingers paused over her tech-pad, and Wire's eyes scanned the shadows for any sign of movement. "Emergency hold," Ghost whispered, his voice barely a ripple in the still air. The Hellcats exchanged quick glances, their training kicking in as they secured their positions. Rabbit tapped her earpiece, connecting to the voice that had become their lifeline in this clandestine operation. "Argos, what's happening?" The AI's voice was calm, almost dispassionate, yet it carried the weight of urgency. "I'm redirecting the video feed from the nursery to your devices now." The Hellcats' communicators flickered to life, displaying an image that tightened Ghost's jaw and sparked a fire in Rabbit's eyes. On the screens before them lay Bixente and Adrian, unconscious and heavily diapered. The bulky garments made them appear immobile and vulnerable—a sight that fueled their rescuers' determination. "They're deep asleep," Argos continued, "the current state renders them nearly incapable of movement." Wire let out a low growl, his instincts railing against the sight of comrades so helplessly bound. "We can't leave them like that," he hissed. Argos was already one step ahead. "I suggest waiting until they are changed into pull-ups before initiating rescue. Mobility will be crucial for a swift extraction." Ghost nodded slowly, considering Argos' strategic advice. The image of Bixente and Adrian seared into his mind—two warriors reduced to this state was more than just unsettling; it was personal. "Agreed," Ghost replied with a firmness that left no room for debate. "We'll wait for the changeover." Rabbit checked her tech-pad again, adjusting parameters and timing with precise taps. "That gives us a window," she murmured. Wire shifted his weight, his gaze never leaving the screen where Bixente and Adrian lay defenseless. "Let's make sure it's a damn small window," he growled. "Consider the ventilation system," Argos suggested, its voice cutting through the tension that hung heavy in the underground space. "It will allow you to advance undetected and maintain the high ground." Ghost considered Argos's proposal. He glanced at the blueprints of the library displayed on his communicator. His eyes traced the labyrinth of ducts that ran throughout the structure, offering a hidden network of paths that bypassed heavily guarded corridors. The drone buzzed impatiently in front of him, its soft light casting long shadows on the stone walls. It was ready to lead them through the maze of vents and tunnels, a guide through their metallic jungle. "Copy that, Argos," Ghost replied, his gaze hardening with resolve. He turned to his team, their faces masked by night vision goggles but their determination clear. "We're going airborne." Rabbit's fingers danced over her tech-pad, adjusting their equipment for the new plan. She nodded once at Ghost, signaling her readiness. Wire was already inspecting his grapple gun, checking its functionality with practiced ease. The quiet hum of its motor filled the air as he tested it, a sound that was both comforting and ominous. Foxboy followed suit, his smaller frame advantageous in navigating tight spaces. He moved to the head of the group, poised to lead them into the vent system. With a swift motion, Ghost activated his grapple gun. The wire shot upwards, latching onto an unseen anchor point within the vent above them. He gave it a firm tug, testing its hold before glancing back at his team. "On me," he ordered. One by one, they ascended into darkness. The clank of their boots against metal echoed faintly in the cavernous space below as they disappeared into the labyrinth above. As Ghost crawled through narrow tunnels and around tight corners, he could hear the faint whirr of Argos's drone leading the way. The AI's soft glow cast an eerie light on the metallic walls, illuminating their path through the ventilation system.
    • This has been a longtime fantasy of mine. Having an adult baby girlfriend who likes to mess her diaper. And after she fills it up, she has me clean her up. Then she puts her messy diaper on my bottom, and I get to enjoy the mushy warmth of her poopy cradling my tushie 😊
    • Something I'd be curious about is the question as to how aware the general population is about ABDL being a thing. I agree that people are usually too busy with their own lives to notice anyone wearing diapers under their clothes and most of the time I wouldn't be sure either if I didn't know I was wearing. However if someone was to notice them, especially on a younger adult, I wonder about the chances of the person assuming it to be a fetish thing or some kind of medical condition and what they'll think if their conclusion is the former one. The reason I'm wondering is that I've noticed more and more often that I overhear "normal" people casually talking about stuff they see on the internet that would make me blush if someone were to ask me about it. Perhaps people in general are crazier and more colorful than I give them credit for ?
    • Hey everyone! I took everyone’s comments, private or public into account, and I think I’m going to just stick to Dash’s/Patch’s perspective in this story. As I started thinking about it and reading your all’s comments, it felt most were neutral and my mind started to think that it probably would have been odd if I suddenly switched to Emma’s perspective. So, keeping that in mind though, I think there is enough to work with that I will be turning Emma’s perspective into its only story. I realized I could include an element in it that should be pretty good for most readers to see, and I think it will likely resonate with most others even more than this story. Lastly, for those of you reading this one, I’m still trying to determine my next story, so be sure to let me know what you want of the three stories I placed on here to decide from. For those of you who may have missed these options or whatnot, just refer back to chapter 4. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 12: Operation: Mission Missing Part By now, I must have seen the dead eyes of at least a hundred toys staring back at me… as if in judgement from beyond their existence. As to what I was being judged for, I wasn’t sure. Was it the rejection of who I used to be? I had Emma now and no matter how I saw it, I just couldn’t find fault in it, so I was pretty confident as I followed Carmen that it wasn’t that. So, then was it this mission, or was it something else I was missing entirely? I wasn’t sure, but as Carmen rounded the corner, my eyes bulged out in terror. Before me was very similar to the maintenance room that Sam had worked and had helped me and so me others in. This place, on the other hand, was about the complete opposite and seemed to be a veritable torture chamber for us toys. I couldn’t imagine a scarier place for toys like us, and while it may have seemed ordinary to any living being, they would need to look beyond their own perception and see what we saw. It’s not jars full of plastic eyes, supports, and internal machinery… see, for us, it’s more like jars of our eyes, bones, organs, and skin. To say the least, to see all of it all scattered around and so organized like some serial killer of toys, I felt pretty justified in being a little unsettled right then… especially since this is apparently where Pete was. “Pete’s in… here?” I asked with a noted concern. I was willing my legs forward with each step, a pit forming deep in my stomach. Carmen sighed and nodded. “Horrifying, isn’t it?” I could only nod back. “Yeah… terrifying and all that, but Tops found him up there.” She then pointed to a large workbench. “Come on.” She then led me up a series of stacked boxes, books, packages, and then finally to the top of the repairman’s worktable. There, all prepped and ready for tomorrow in a vice-like device, was Pete. “Pete!” I quickly ran over to my mentor. He saw me and gave a little wave of his sturdier wing. “You made it…” he said weakly. I could tell that Sam’s estimate of a few days was probably a little too optimistic. I knew at that very moment that if we hadn’t intervened, Pete would have likely been gone by tomorrow afternoon. “We made it, buddy.” I then shuffled off my pack and plucked out the part he needed. “Look. We brought you this. It will help you.” Pete’s eyes widened at the singular source of his potential salvation. All at once he seemed both thrilled and highly emotional, but then not even a few seconds later, his demeanor turned suspicious and angry. “Where’d you get the part, Dash?” he asked like a disapproving parent seeing a wad of cash suddenly show up in their kid’s hands one day out of the blue. I knew what he suspected, so I just tried to brush his concerns away at first. “It’s not needed anymore for where it used to be, so don’t sweat it. Point is with this little beauty is that we brought it here to fix…” “It’s yours, isn’t it?” I wasn’t sure how to respond to his point-blank accusation in his interruption, and I could see Pete’s patience waning as I stalled for time to come up with an answer he wouldn’t be upset over, or at least one that he would accept. “I asked you a question, Dash. It’s yours, isn’t it?” he asked a second time, this time louder and more direct. I thought about trying to get around his question with some fine word trickery, but with my mentor lying there all helpless in front of the fallen remains of fellow toys… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So, instead, I faced the proverbial music, and I nodded. “It is…” Pete immediately smacked the vice he was in with his still partially functioning wing. “Dang it, Dash! I didn’t ask you to do that. Get out of here now and have Sam put it back in when you get back to the daycare!” In truth, I almost complied right there. Pete had a right to choose how he would go out on his own terms, but I suppose he should have been a worse mentor to me. If he was, I might have just left him there in lieu of his own request and my own self-interest. As it was though, especially from what I had witnessed with the other Dash models, I knew I was different now, so I firmly shook my head. “No, Pete. We all just went through quite a journey to get here and give this to you. Accept it and come back a new bird tomorrow.” “I said no,” he said defiantly. The blasted bird even crossed his wings as best he could. I was at a loss for words, but Carmen stepped forward in my place. “Pete… we all came here to help you. Just take his part and be happy you get to see another day.” Pete, however, remained stubbornly motionless. Now, it was Tops’ turn. “Pete… I get it… you just want to ‘retire’… go out in your own way and see your old Little from years ago. I can respect that.” To my surprise, it seemed to work, and Pete twitched for a second, before returning to his previously sullen and serious face. Tops sighed but continued. “She wouldn’t want that for you, Pete. I won’t say her name. You made me swear years ago to never say it again but honor her in a different way. Stay with us… please. Wouldn’t she want that for you?” Pete remained motionless, but his eyes portrayed a different emotion now other than defiance. I desperately wondered what he was thinking, but before I could ask, Poodee then stepped forward. “Pete… think of the other Littles. Dash is giving you this part of his own accord. No one is forcing him to.” “That’s right, Pete,” I concurred. “Please take it. No worries about it. None.” Pete flexed a few of his longer feathers that he often used in place of fingers. Poodee smiled at his movement and likely took it as a good omen as I had. “Please, Pete. Look at all of us. Four barely held together toys trekked across an intersection, two dogs, Bigs, and a whole tangle of branches to get to you. Please don’t go out this way. Take the part, live a while longer and help all the other toys. We need you, Pete.” “She couldn’t be more right, Pete. I mean… just look at me.” I saw his previously unmoving eyes, glance over at me. “I’m living proof of what you can do for other toys. When you first found me, I wanted to toss myself in with a bunch of dirty diapers, or then next, the incinerator. Now, though, ask yourself that if you weren’t there, where would Emma be now?” Finally, at the mention of Emma, Pete sighed and turned back towards us. He still seemed to bear the weight of the world on his feathered shoulders, but he seemed more resolute now in some ways. There was, however, a part of him that almost curiously seemed scared though. “What if the part fails though? I don’t know if I could be filled with that kind of hope only for it to be ripped away from me…” I sighed. “Pete… if that happens, you can at least know you tried. It might not work, and my part might not be enough, but I’m okay still giving it to you. I want you to at least have a chance. Isn’t all that worth something to you?” For a good bit of time, Pete seemed to ponder my request for him to at least try, but finally, he turned back to me and nodded. “Okay, Dash… I’ll give it a go as best I can. Just set the part by the screwdriver there. The repairman will see it tomorrow and not give it a second thought.” I smiled at my mentor and set the part down as he requested. It was so tiny and such a simple act for all we had done and gone through, but I felt that the mission was now largely a success. We all hugged the emotional Pete and bid our goodbyes until tomorrow. Just as Tops was about to hop down to the first stacked box after snagging a bag of salted peanuts for Buster, however, Pete cried out to us. “Wait!” We all turned to him in panic that something had gone terribly wrong or that he forgot to tell us about a trap. I could feel my fear surge through me, especially when Pete looked directly at me. “I know what the lighthouse is!” My eyes widened, and everyone in the group ran back over to Pete. By now, with most everyone pitching in at least a little bit to save Emma from Nancy, most toys knew a little about what was going on. My friends, though, knew the whole story and how the lighthouse still presented a massive question mark in all this mess with the sadistic caregiver. “You do? How? When?” I shook my head. “No… time is short, but I need to know Pete… what is it? Pete sighed and gestured with his still strong wing over to a corner on top of the workbench. It was hard to see in the dim lighting that the repairman had left on, I suppose for security purposes, but there was a tall cylindrical object. It didn’t look threatening, but from almost a simplistic or basic structure way, like something a child might draw to represent an object, it definitely seemed like what I imagined a lighthouse would look like. “Repairman was fixing it right before he left,” Pete explained. “Apparently, they’re really sensitive to loads of things, but when the guidebook was open so he could test all the features after he fixed it… Pete… I saw the warnings…” My fear levels hadn’t gone down since Pete had shouted, and his new ominous warnings weren’t helping that sensation either. I got closer so that I could hear him better; I didn’t want any miscommunications or mistakes in what I was about to hear with this thing. “What… what are the warnings? Is it bad?” Pete nodded and my heart sank, but even his closer but broken wing patted me on the back. “Don’t fret so much, Dash. The warnings are pretty severe, but Nancy… she’s close to blowing a fuse. These things can be a bit pricey still and because of their subtle design and powers, they can be a bit temperamental. If you and everyone else keep up your defiance and help Emma out, I don’t think Nancy will last much longer… personally or with the device.” I nodded, but there was a part of me that longed for more answers. I didn’t want to know, but at the same time, I knew the feeling would forever haunt me that I could have done something different if I had only asked a simple question. It was weighing heavily on my mind. Pete saw. He sighed and shook his head as if to answer my still unspoken question. “No, Dash, I won’t tell you specifics. You don’t want to know those, but I also know you need a bit of help. Basically, it uses hypnotic messaging to create a suggestibility state in Littles. Makes them vulnerable to almost anything, including other forms of hypnosis and all that can be added later, but the tricky part of it is… it can also just be used as a machine to help with their sleep. Probably would even work on Bigs in the right doses, but this sucker flies under most authority’s radars.” He stopped and glanced back over at the looming tower and then oddly shook his head. “It’s just one thing Dash. My suggestion? For now, just hold tight. By the time you mess with the one that’s affecting Emma, I suspect that something pretty major will happen and change everything. She’ll either lose patience with the device or with herself. So, I know it’s hard, but just hold fast.” I nodded and everyone seemed to agree with Pete. The lighthouse was a dangerous and destructive device to most Littles, but Pete’s words of to ‘just hold fast’ stuck with me. Even as we gave Bruno one last treat, exited the building, and headed back along the sidewalk, it was just something that I couldn’t shake from my mind. If I was an actual living being with a voice in this world, I now had all the evidence I needed to take Nancy to the authorities. They might turn a blind eye to spankings or other corrective punishments like it, but she was stepping over the line in several ways now. Each could be passed off as something separate and even minor, but combined, they painted a pretty clear picture that she was unfit to be caregiver to a Little. But all of it was nothing… or about as close to nothing as one could get. I was a stuffy, proud and true, but fake and lifeless to all but any passing Little. To them, I was a cop, knight, king, thief, hero, and perfect cuddle buddy, but to the system that I actually needed to affect now, even if Emma presented me to them personally, she would either be laughed out, given a lollipop for ‘protecting the streets as their good little deputy,’ or Nancy would have been called and Emma would be far worse off than she was now. It was a terrible burden but being a stuffy in this world, and lately, I was finding out firsthand that it came with some serious drawbacks. Regardless, about halfway back, I decided to look up, and to our detriment, I saw that the moon was just setting behind the ridge line we could see ahead. It was large and beautiful at the angle at this time of year, but it now sinking meant that the sun would also be rising soon. Panicked, I stopped and turned to Poodee. “The sun is going to be coming up soon. We need a faster way to get back to the daycare. Any ideas?” Carmen looked up and saw the exact same thing I did. I could see terror gripping her body. “Shoot. I didn’t think it was that late! We’re screwed!” “Easy, Carmen, easy… It’s going to be okay,” Tops tried to calm her, going as far as to even stroke her shoulder. “Even with the moon setting, we still have a little time at this point in the year before the sun rises. Need to be a little more careful as some light could start peaking out and the Bigs might start going to work, but we still have time.” Poodee nodded, seeming to need to hear that as well, and then buried her head in the map. “Right… we need another way…” Her eyes darted back and forth for a bit and while I could see she had found a solution, she also oddly seemed to be trying her hardest to avoid it again and again. With time running out, I impatiently gestured to the path she kept ignoring. “What about this one? It looks shorter.” Poodee sighed and I could see panic grip Tops face as well. “Don’t be mad,” she finally said, “but I talked to Hops…” My mind spun and I did not think that’s where this conversation was heading. “What do you mean you talked to Hops? Did you tell him about me being at the daycare?” Poodee quickly shook her head. “Of course not! That’s for you to do one day, but he’s always talking about his journey back from the dump. Pretty heroic…” I could see her hesitate, but I let her continue as I knew she had to have some point in talking about him. “Anyways… he took part of this route on his way back.” “And?” I asked, my sense of timing not allowing me to give Poodee the time to linger about. “And he said it’s filled with snapping turtles… the snapping turtles,” Tops finished for her. “Oh…” was about all I could muster to say right then. Every Big, Middle, Little, or even toy had heard about the accidental spill of illegal growth chemicals by the rogue pro-Little movement in this area. Their intentions were noble for their cause, and while most wildlife wasn’t affected, the snapping turtles had been seen recently and were even larger to portal Littles than normal apparently. To a toy though, we all knew them to be just as dangerous. “So… no to that route then?” Carmen asked hesitantly. Poodee sighed. “I don’t like it anymore than anyone else, but if we want to make it to the daycare before sunrise… I’m not seeing another option at this point.” The group sighed and while we decided to debate the decision while we walked in that general direction, we ultimately decided to take the risk. Because of us having to go around, use disguises to use the crosswalk again, and the fresh reminder of black grime on Tops’ back were all pretty valid reasons to use the tunnel under the road instead. So, finally getting there, we all looked inside and could even see some subtle movements passing about, the snapping turtles. “Well… shoot.” Everyone saw them and knew they could be a major issue. If Poodee’s and Tops’ recollections were correct, just Hops and that old stuffed racoon he was with almost didn’t make it themselves. Now, there were four of us and the enormous snapping turtles were already moving about. I suppose being nervous about what was to come, Tops began to fiddle with the bag in his arms along with the flashlight. It was very distracting, but as I looked at the bag of salted peanuts, I wondered something. “Wait, Tops. Give me one of them.” “But they’re for Buster…” he protested, even going as far as to protect them a little bit away from me. “I just want one for now, Tops. Just one to see if the snapping turtles like them.” I sighed as he continued to hold them like they were the last piece of food on a starving planet. “It might be our only shot…” Tops hesitated a little more, but then slowly handed them over. I thanked him and then walked over to the entrance. Not wanting to risk my group’s existence any more than I had already done tonight, I walked in slowly. The small puddles of water quickly amplified my steps and the snapping turtles looked at me in an instant. I was petrified, but I knew the peanut was still in my side pouch. ‘If I could just…’ I began to reach behind me with one paw, but the snapping turtles I guess saw it as a threat. They started moaning and snapping at me. Panicked, I dug down deep and threw the peanut at them before they could do anything else. It hit one in the head and bounced off to another snapping turtle’s shell. It sat there and rocked back and forth for a moment, but each snapping turtle slowly made their way over to it and seemed utterly fascinated. I could feel the seconds ticking by and I just wanted to charge them using my still active super speed. It wasn’t much, but I also knew they were turtles and likely couldn’t keep up the pace with me. My team though… I knew I would be leaving them in the dust, and they would be goners. So, I stayed put. Fortunately, one of them finally sniffed and then ate the salted peanut. His face seemed about as twisted and odd as a snapping turtles seemed it could go, but they just kind of seemed to make a squawking noise and each and every one of them suddenly looked back at me. There was a brief pause but then all 12 of them began to charge right for me. “Tops! Tops! More Peanuts!” I yelled back to the opening where my friends were still standing. I could see the hesitancy in Tops as he looked at the now open bag held in his paws, but visibly sighing, he bounded over to me and handed me the bag. “Thank you.” Tops grumbled something, and I could swear it was about me and Buster, but right at that moment, I was really just focused on hearing the moaning and the clicking and clacking of the oncoming snapping turtles. I gritted in fear that this wouldn’t work, but I shut my eyes and threw a paw-full of peanuts right at them. To my relief, as soon as the peanuts hit the ground in front of them, they began to scatter and peck for each of the ones I had thrown. “Holy…” Tops said completely shocked. “Yeah… we’ll have to find some others to give to Buster, but for now… hurry!” I shouted as I turned back over to Poodee and Carmen, who were now only slowly moving toward us. In seconds, I threw more peanuts around and then behind us. We had to squeeze on by and one elderly and heavily wrinkled snapping turtle seemed to almost glare at Carmen as her little pooch of a belly only slightly brushed their head as we did. We all held our breath, worried he was about to attack, but a moment later, the old turtle then just resumed picking peanuts up at his fellow turtles’ feet. Moments later, I tossed another grouping of peanuts far to the other end of the tunnel, and despite our weariness, we all finally made it past them. A few of the turtles seemed confused right then, but I suppose the salty treats, threatening to get wet below them, were their bigger priority. At some point, to be honest, I stopped caring about why all this was happening and instead just focused on getting out to the other end of the tunnel. Just as we exited, the overhead light flicked off and we could all see the sun just begin to peak over the mountaintops on the horizon. It would have been a certain disaster, but right before us, was the daycare. Once a place of my failure as one of the Dash series and in my efforts against Hop. Now, it almost seemed like a refuge from the rest of this tough world, and I knew I wasn’t alone in that thought. The whole group seemed to almost chuckle with relief at the sight of the brick building and the rainbow sign illuminating our way home. With Emma now claiming me as her stuffy, I had probably said the same little hope to the universe a dozen times or so by now that she would one day take me home. Nancy seemed to threaten that dream and it was still a dream rather than my reality, however, so for now, the daycare was my home, and it had never felt better as we entered the front doors. Almost immediately, we were swarmed by dozens of toys. Mrs. Gillies was apparently a little lax that night and was dealing with matters far away from the front entrance. We all quickly migrated to the Canopy room just in case, but the fervor of those around me was unmatched.   I found it odd that we were even being praised like this before we had a chance to say if we were successful or not, but then it dawned on me. First, if we were back, we would have likely been successful. Second though, even if we had returned and were failures, we still would have made it back. Looking at our dirty and slightly torn forms, we were definitely the ragtag team that everyone likely thought us to be, however, we were all more than that right now. We were the survivors who went out in the real world and had come back. “So, did you all make it to Pete?” Nadia finally asked as some of the cheering died down. I could see the hope behind her eyes but the hesitancy that her hope was false. Therefore, it was my pleasure to nod my head. The cheering tripled in its volume and only Sarge kept the crowd of toys more subdued. “Quiet! Mrs. Gillies is walking the halls!” he shouted from his post where he could see through the high small window in the door. The room quieted down, but I continued to speak. “We were successful. Pete has some doubts about the part, and he even heroically tried to get us to leave, but the part is there, and the bench was prepped. Now, it’s just a waiting game until the repairman comes back to fix him and then bring Pete back here, fixed or not.” I could see all the toys quickly lose a little of their spark but feeling the power of being the center of attention right then, I decided to use it for some good. “But my money is on that he’ll come back better than ever! What do you all think? Who’s got some faith in our Pete?” The smiles instantly returned to everyone’s faces and the whole room cheered to the point where Sarge had to silence everyone again. It was almost a comedy routine going back and forth like that, but I felt I had done right in that moment. Even if my hope was potentially false, I felt all the toys here could use it. Even if Carmen, Tops, Poodee, and the others were known as the ‘forgotten toys,’ being in this place meant we all had a journey to get here ourselves and had been forgotten at some point in one way or another. I was just glad that my journey now seemed to be continuing on a positive note. That being said, with Pete still with the repairman, and while something could always go wrong, I could sense that everyone surrounding me knew that he had a much better shot at coming back to us and staying with us than he ever did before. So, I marked it as a point of triumph, regardless of what happened next. Even through all that success, however, one question remained on my mind that I just couldn’t shake, even as the group had been dodging traffic and bushes the whole way out and back; what was going to happen to Emma now? I wasn’t sure, but I felt sure that I would find out soon. A quick repair and scrub by Sam and a few others after the cheering died down, and the group all looked better than they had in weeks, if not more, now. Despite Nancy still droning on about conspiracies against her, Emma looking worse for the wear, and a general sense of unease with Mrs. Gillies and Vivian about Pete, the day actually went pretty smoothly. In fact, it only got better. Right before lunch, just as Mrs. Gillies began to audibly panic to Miss Mindy, her phone rang. She quickly picked it up, took a breath, and spoke. “Hello?” A few pleasantries were exchanged, and at some points, I swore she was even holding her breath, but a few moments later, her eyes lit up. “Really? You found a part for him? Oh, how wonderful! I’ll be sure to swing by in a jiffy to pick him up. Thank you so much!” And with that, she ended the call. I was so happy, and despite Emma treating me like a cop in her little skit about being a robber caught stealing from the cupcake shop of Anna and Lilly, I smiled as subtly as I could. I just couldn’t help myself, and from a millisecond glance around the room to the other toys, the ones being played with were all doing the exact same thing. For those not being played with right then, voluntary or otherwise, however, each of them wore the biggest smile the rest of us could only feel inside. Still, it was a wonderful moment, but it momentarily seemed to end when Mrs. Gillies came over to me.   I briefly panicked that something was wrong, but then I remembered the repairman had told Mrs. Gillies to bring me over while she picked up Pete so he could repair me. While his shop was likely to give me nightmares for the next month, the internal dread I felt wasn’t from that. As I was being played with by Emma, who seemed only vaguely aware of Mrs. Gillies’ nearby presence, I worried about her future with Nancy. This morning, I wish I could say that her bad temper and her yelling was unusual by now, but that would have just been a lie. Even right before Anna and Lilly had asked Emma over to play, she had been sucking her thumb. Not the worst habit mind you, but it was still a sign; Nancy’s vile work was having an affect on Emma. Emma seemed to squirm for a moment, but then I saw that both Anna and Lilly were looking right behind us at Mrs. Gillies and making her a little uncomfortable. Both her friends waved but only quickly resumed their playing afterwards. While Mrs. Gillies was a valued member of the staff here, she was also in charge. Most of the time she came and interacted with Littles this close when it wasn’t a rush, like at mealtimes or recess, she was here to deliver bad news or dole out a punishment. Emma, though, finally seemed to get the hint and turned around and smiled widely at Mrs. Gillies. “Mrs. Gee!” she shouted out with enthusiasm. For whatever reason, I never could get her to pronounce Mrs. Gillies name right, and I think the daycare leader even noticed and gave her an easier name to call her by. Neither seemed to mind the gesture. “Hello, Emma,” she said calmly, but also as if she was contemplating the universe behind her aging eyes. To my panic, she then looked right at me and then back at Emma. “I see you’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately. Is he your favorite?” There was a momentary pause, but to my utter relief, Emma hugged me tight and nodded. “Uh huh! He’s my bestess fwiend!” Anna and Lilly might have been offended at any other time, but things were different here. A true stuffy would always be there for their Little, and it was just expected that a Little would declare a stuffy like me as their best friend. Mrs. Gillies chuckled. “I’m very glad to hear that, Emma. We all need a friend here.” She looked at me and then back at Emma. “You pick out a name yet for him?” Emma enthusiastically nodded. “Patsch!” Her enunciation of my name had gotten better, but it still wasn’t perfect. Nobody here seemed to mind though, and even now, Mrs. Gillies only grinned. “What a wonderful name, Emma.” Her eyes then darted over my form once more. I remembered before when she had done about the same and even hesitated for some reason when the repairman offered to fix me. “You know… sometimes, we allow toys to be taken out of here if a good home for them can be found. Did you know that?” Emma shook her head, and the pigtails Miss Tully had adorned her hair with this morning as she calmed her down after the whole incident with Nancy, flew back and forth. Mrs. Gillies smiled. “Yes, that’s right. I have to see a genuine connection, but I think that’s just what you have here. Just the way he is…” My mind then clicked and I realized that the wizened leader of this place had been more observant than I had given her credit for. Her hesitancy with the repairman, and likely knowing my line, she knew that whatever he did to me, would likely change me. I was a regression model after all, and she probably just assumed that my regression circuits had been damaged by Buster… rather than be voluntarily removed and stored under her building. To her, me going back probably also meant a guarantee of Emma regressing once more. So, while the daycare had overshot, I could see that each staff member harbored their own resentment of Nancy for trying to force Emma to regress that way once more. In a way, I knew right then that if I could, I would have also deeply thanked Mrs. Gillies for not taking me back. In retrospect, it probably saved Emma’s life. So, now, seemingly satisfied, Mrs. Gillies petted me for a moment, got up, and then walked out of the room with a smile on her face. For a day like today, everything was going well, and now I knew that by the end of it, I would even be able to stay with Emma. And while I knew a day without blowouts or tantrums was a blessing, seeing this morning with Nancy, I knew me staying with Emma was more important. Still, it was almost funny to me by then, but again, I couldn’t help but think what the old version of myself would have said to all of this. Here I was, in the arms of a Little who I had helped fight her regression and who I was now turning the opportunity down to be fixed to my old self again for. It was almost puzzling in an odd sort of way, but at the same time, I felt that it was just right. I was in the exact spot I was meant to be. As I thought, this feeling was more compounded, especially with the looming threat I knew Nancy had become. Pete’s words of to ‘just hold fast’ still rang in my ears and while it was so hard to do in this draw of a battle that seemed to be going against Nancy and the rest of this daycare lately, I knew for Emma, I had to. It was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, and I just hoped that whatever the outcome, Emma would be okay afterwards. As she sucked her thumb once more and grunted right then though, my trepidations only grew.
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