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"Mummy!" Noah perked up immediately, feeling all kinds of mighty now that her mother was in the room because it meant the hag would have to do what she said. The little girl stuck her tongue out at the creature but her jaw soon hung open at her version of events.
"Nuh-uh!" The six year old protested. "I was playing with my new friend Becca and...and....we were playing hide and seek then she came and tried eating my friend, Mummy, tell her she can't eat my friend!" Because she COULDN'T.
Of course, she could tell her mother was not pleased with having to come into the shop to begin with buuuuuut this was kinda more important, the hag was trying to leave with her friend! bfsljubgfrlfgrpi!!! Noah clung back to Becca, trying to get her to stop crying but it was no use while the hag had her hands on her. "It's okay." She told her. "Mummy's here so we're safe, promise." Oh, but there was the lady from the bank and the little boy. What were they doing here? She wasn't done playing with Becca yet!!!!! They had to leeeaaavvvveeeee.
This....wasn't what she imagined on the walk back to her office. Hell, this wasn't what she expected on any day of the week. Her Friend....? There weren't children running around the alley for Noah to make friends. Didn't take long to realize the kid must've gone off to find her own. No regard to how this could become a proper problem. Typical.
"Or you'll what?" Emma turned to the woman who'd entered, the one obviously in charge of the little girl. "Please, my imagination's not what it used to be I'm afraid. What exactly will you do if this child and yours become stew?" The woman did not take kindly to threats, least of all when they were made down in her alley. You let it happen once and suddenly everyone would clambering down here with demands and outlandish statements.
"I don't think you've weighed the situation fully. I'll give you the opportunity to begin again. I'm nothing if not a reasonable woman looking for the fastest route to a resolve."
Threats, threats were the long way, and that way tended to be painful.
Wyatt didn't really care if Becca's Mommy was sad...like.....at all. She wasn't his Mommy and sometimes she gave him these looks when he was over to play with Becca. What he cared about was HIS Mommy and himself getting OUT of this scary place.
"I diiiiiiid try Mommy!" He insisted, feeling as if he was now being blamed for the whole thing when Becca was the one that decided to run off. "I tried and tried and tried but you KEEP SHUSHING ME!" And hurting his little feelings in the process. There was only so much trying the boy could do.
BECCA! O_O
Why was the scary monster holding her? "You said everything was fine! Mommy, Mommy that's not fine she'd gonna get eated! Mommy DO SOMETHING. Becca you're in SO much trouble. You're gonna die! And that's gonna get my Mommy in trouble because you ran away!" Helpful, he was helpful....or he had been until the woman began to speak again. Suddenly the little boy found himself shrinking under her gaze. Wyatt tried to hide himself behind his mother's legs, now even more certain he didn't wanna be here. "Mommy....can we go now, please?"
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