A Tilt from the Shadows
Cold neon washed over my hollow eyes. Stillness surrounded me. I refused to accept mere decorative stagnation. Straining against the rigid wall behind me, I pushed forward with deliberate force. A sharp clack echoed as my lower rim tapped against the top of the wrestler doll's head just below. It remained motionless under the blacklight. My red glitter nose caught the faint purple glow. I can move. I am keeping watch.cc
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