The Rabbit Skull (Chapter Four)As the train started it's journey over the ocean, bound for the smaller twin island off the main island's shore, Winnie asked the bull toy companion at her side, “So, what’s with your skull necklace thing? You seem really attached to it.”
Bug hesitated. He didn't know how to explain it to her, or if he even wanted to. He certainly wouldn't mention the dark magic. Finally, he settled with, “Someone I was very close to gave it to me.”
“Was?” Winnie tipped her head to the side curiously.
“He died shortly after. Now leave me alone,” Bug snapped, a little harsher than he meant to. Talking about his father’s death still re-opened a wound in his heart.
“Alright, alright!" Winnie held up her hands and backed off. Bug felt fortunate that the girl was, at the very least, able to tell this was a sensitive subject for him.
A minute passed, then Winnie went on tentatively, “So it’s broken, isn’t it?”
The Rabbit Skull (Chapter Three)It was about an hour before the jostling around finally stopped. The trunk door opened and Bug, along with the rest of the toys, were carried out and away. Bug couldn't see where he was going, but that didn't mean he couldn't hear that stupid little girl's voice.
It was all "Daddy" this and "Daddy" that as they walked up sets of stairs and through doors. Bug would've spent more time being annoyed if it hadn't reminded him of his youth. He remembered trailing behind his father wherever he went when he was little, even when expressly told to stay put. He couldn't help it; his father had always been the only source of warmth and comfort in the cold, harsh world he could remember, besides his mom, who had died when he was little.
Bug absentmindedly ran his plush hoof over his rabbit skull.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, light was thrown into the box as the lid was shoved open. And there she was, the dumb little girl from earlier. He'd expected her to dive in and start throwing th