7- meeple city

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a/n: if you find out what older book this part is inspired by then here is a round of applause *claps hands in a circle*

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TW: descriptions of derealization memory loss, and people not feeling in any control of themself (hope that makes sense)

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Names:
Paintbrush • Grey Pinceau
Lightbulb • Petra Ampoule
Test tube • Maria Provetta
Fan • Ray Ventilateur
Silver spoon • Henry D'argento
Candle • Serenity Kerze
Yin Yang • Cosmo Pínghéng
Yang • Blake
Yin • Robert
Bow • Pembe Heeobou
Baxter • Baxter
Microphone • Mikayla (Mic) Mikrofon
Soap • Sofia Gallúnach
Cabby • Gabby Arkivskap
Mepad • Andy Meeple
Ballpoint Pen • Sebastian Kugelschreiber
Steve Cobs • Steve Cobs
Tissues • Dan Tessuti
Trophy • Bradley Bikar
Paper • Peter Bumaga
Dr Fizz • Doctor Michael Fizz (Doctor Fizz)
Toilet • Nurse Logan Treegrip (Nurse T)
Bot • Bow/BowBot/Bot
OJ • Otto James "OJ" Apelsinjuice
Cheesy • Joey Keso
Taco • Isabella Taco
Dough • Dave Teig Heeobou
Marshmallow • Maddie Malvavisco
Apple • Ava Manzana
Goo • Gregory Schmiere
Baseball • Brian Yakyū
Nickel • Nick Münze
Suitcase • Susie Koffer
Balloon • Kevin Palloncino
Egg/Baby shimmer • Ethan (called "egg" by most characters) Shimmer

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Quote from chapter:
"Suddenly, a door creaks on the left of me and my head snaps in that direction. One by one, house doors open. People walk forward, grab the paper, and return inside... all in sync. All in sync. The thump of the paper against the pavement makes a rhythm with the doors creaking and the people walking. A rhythm... a pattern... an... odd pattern."
-Paintbrush/Grey

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//POV:
??? (L̸̶͘i̸͢͟g̶̵̕͡h͞͏t̛͡b̵̢͜͠u̶̵̷l͠͏͟҉b̸̧̨̀͟) //



Numb.

Numb arms.

Tired.

Why is it so tired?

It never slept in this place since it got here. Scratch that, it rarely had ever slept. No... scratch that again. It slept freely since the day it lost track.

It puts a hand to its head. Glass. Smooth glass runs beneath its hands. The hands move towards the other side, reaching the crack. Rough. Rough and jagged, rocks and smoke. Bad memories. Bad memories are the only memories it has.

It remembers falling once and being young. It remembers falling a second time on that day that it lost count. But other than that, it has barely any memories.

Who was this person before it? It takes its hands of its face, then putting them on the person in-front of it.

They were wooden. That was certain. It's hand slowly traveled upward, finding something soft. It reminds them of the red thing they wear... but this is yellow. It's hand travels up more, meaning it now has to stand atop the log. This person is tall. It's hand reaches something shiny and smooth, then something dry. A fluffy, dry thing. They were separated, not one full thing like the wood was. This was a paintbrush. The fluffy thing was bristles.

It's eyes shine with wonder, or at least it thought it did. It can only see itself in those almost dried-up ponds.

It's eyes lock with the brush's. It has called them paintbrush apon first seeing them. It was a lightbulb called lightbulb. So this must be a paintbrush called paintbrush. That is the only sensible option.

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