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In contrast to the bustle of the bar itself, it's quiet on the grounds of Milliways tonight. What remains of the summer chorus of insects has begun to grow sluggish as they feel the edge of autumn's bite closing around them. This year's crop of turtle ducklings huddle together in the lake bank, warmed by the beginnings of what will be a thick coat of adult feathers. Under the shadows of an overcast sky a small form is running.
No.
"It is an affront to nature!"
"It is the flawed product of a deranged mind."
No... "He ruins everything!"
"Where did I go wrong?!"
"I know what's wrong!"
"You're bad. And you'll always be bad!"
Nononono....
The figure stumbles as it reaches the gloom of the forest's edge, breathing heavily at it sits up on two legs.
"Stitch good. Stitch good now. Good, good, good..."
It is repeated over and over, whispered ever more emphatically.
Can't stay here. Can't stay here, he'll...
He might...
Stitch's head snaps up, eyes round with terror. He drops to all fours and is lost to the shadows.
Somewhere in the distance the night is pierced by a demon rabbit's hunting scream.
No.
"It is an affront to nature!"
"It is the flawed product of a deranged mind."
No... "He ruins everything!"
"Where did I go wrong?!"
"I know what's wrong!"
"You're bad. And you'll always be bad!"
Nononono....
The figure stumbles as it reaches the gloom of the forest's edge, breathing heavily at it sits up on two legs.
"Stitch good. Stitch good now. Good, good, good..."
It is repeated over and over, whispered ever more emphatically.
Can't stay here. Can't stay here, he'll...
He might...
Stitch's head snaps up, eyes round with terror. He drops to all fours and is lost to the shadows.
Somewhere in the distance the night is pierced by a demon rabbit's hunting scream.