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The first thought that pops into Auggie's head the moment he wakes up is that there's something on him.
He can feel it - an odd, displaced weight on his torso where the sheet he'd had over himself had bunched up sometime during the night. Half-asleep and groggy, his first, immediate instinct is to freeze, because startling whatever it is might only make it madder. That he legitimately finds himself wondering if it was another toy - that he was actually worried it might be - is a good indication of just how crazy this island really is.
But things are different this time. There's no movement of any kind to start off with, but the real difference is the fact whatever it is apparently has body heat. None of the toys they came across actually seemed alive. He isn't sure what's worse after that dawns on him - it being an evil toy, or it being something else.
His movements are slow and deliberate as his hands slide under the sheets on either side of the weight. He waits to see if whatever it is reacts at all, and it simply ignores him. His plan is simple - the only way to sit up is to get whatever it is off him, and to do that, he's going to use the sheet it's resting on. After silently counting to five, he springs into action, taking both sides of the sheets and bringing them together. It makes a kind of sling, which he uses to drag whatever it is off him and onto the floor. A loud, surprised yowl sounds out as he does it, interrupting the quiet in the hut. A yowl that turns out to be not at all monstrous, but something from a familiar source.
A cat?
He hears the shifting of the sheets beside his bed as whatever it is frees itself. Heds been sitting up by then, and in seconds the weight is back, sitting in his lap now. His eyebrows knitted at he feels a head rub against his chest, a quiet purr emanating from it. He let out a laugh, still tensed up, and tentatively lifted a hand to pet its' head. Sure enough, it feels like a cat too, and one he's pretty sure he actually recognizes.
"Ivanhoe?" he guesses, because it certainly feels like him. The cat doesn't answer, of course, though it certainly seems pleased by the attention it's getting, seeming to completely forget its' rude wake up call.
He can feel it - an odd, displaced weight on his torso where the sheet he'd had over himself had bunched up sometime during the night. Half-asleep and groggy, his first, immediate instinct is to freeze, because startling whatever it is might only make it madder. That he legitimately finds himself wondering if it was another toy - that he was actually worried it might be - is a good indication of just how crazy this island really is.
But things are different this time. There's no movement of any kind to start off with, but the real difference is the fact whatever it is apparently has body heat. None of the toys they came across actually seemed alive. He isn't sure what's worse after that dawns on him - it being an evil toy, or it being something else.
His movements are slow and deliberate as his hands slide under the sheets on either side of the weight. He waits to see if whatever it is reacts at all, and it simply ignores him. His plan is simple - the only way to sit up is to get whatever it is off him, and to do that, he's going to use the sheet it's resting on. After silently counting to five, he springs into action, taking both sides of the sheets and bringing them together. It makes a kind of sling, which he uses to drag whatever it is off him and onto the floor. A loud, surprised yowl sounds out as he does it, interrupting the quiet in the hut. A yowl that turns out to be not at all monstrous, but something from a familiar source.
A cat?
He hears the shifting of the sheets beside his bed as whatever it is frees itself. Heds been sitting up by then, and in seconds the weight is back, sitting in his lap now. His eyebrows knitted at he feels a head rub against his chest, a quiet purr emanating from it. He let out a laugh, still tensed up, and tentatively lifted a hand to pet its' head. Sure enough, it feels like a cat too, and one he's pretty sure he actually recognizes.
"Ivanhoe?" he guesses, because it certainly feels like him. The cat doesn't answer, of course, though it certainly seems pleased by the attention it's getting, seeming to completely forget its' rude wake up call.