Teddybear

Queenie took the gun, eyeing it quickly to get an idea of the model before slipping it under the table and testing the weight of it in her hands. Loaded. ...

He chuckled, "You quite misunderstand. My name was freely given, I will grant that, but I typically do prefer to have something to be referred to by when I'm going ...

The fiddler nodded to the boy, "I lived for many hundreds of thousands of years, that I can remember. There are gaps," he chuckled. "You may borrow me a name ...

Queenie glanced up to see most of her group fixated on the woman Esther was talking to. The Librarian. Of course. Why not. Queenie rolled her eyes and set down ...

Queenie was typically the master of acting busy. She could teach a class on the art, really. Every job, it seemed, required her to look preoccupied when she had absolutely ...

Bobby flinched. "I'm fine," he said, too quickly. He wanted the people to go away, he wanted to go home. To dig out his ratty old sketchbook and calm down. ...

She glanced at him and said nothing. This would all be easier if she could find a reason to hate him, or, better yet, find a reason to make him ...

Bobby hardly glanced up at the plastic skeleton as he hesitantly followed the group. The headless guy seemed to be the most friendly of them, and without meaning to, Bobby ...

Queenie glared, "I don't give a shit if you're delusional, just stop involving me in the cracks of your mental state," she growled. She didn't know where she was. That ...

The boy chuckled, "You've guessed correctly, my boy. I hadn't a name, nor a possession in the world while I was alive, save for perhaps my fiddle, which in itself ...

The boy had moved away from his grave, heading to the boy with the goggle's side with a look of concern. "Are you alright, laddy?" he asked gently. Everyone had ...

She rolled her eyes again, "Don't mistake my not believing that you used a fake name for me having faith in you. Let's make this clear, I don't trust you, ...

She rolled her eyes, "I didn't think you had." She didn't trust him, not even a little.

"I don't give a damn if you care," she said, which was quite the opposite of the truth, "Just shut the hell up about it. Don't tell another soul." Despite ...

Her heart stopped. "What of it?" she said dismissively, "It's not like I could trust any of you."