#mr friendly

From @wyked-ao3 over here

Rules: Have an OC answer my questions, then write up three new ones for who you tag!

Tagging (missing the masterlist right about now), I am tagging EVERYONE because my brain is sieve and I can't remember who's cool with these things...please tell me...if you are. >.>

Your Questions:

Who is your hero?

If you could eliminate one person (or thing) from your world without consequences, who (or what) would it be?

Do you like the color of your sky?

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My questions, as answered by Maisy Maitland of "Mr. Friendly";

1. Do you have dreams/nightmares often, if at all?

Daddy says nightmares are just worries we haven't solved yet...so I must have lots of worries.

2. What’s one item on your bucket list?

I'm not allowed to write one of those. Papa keeps telling me 'children shouldn't worry of such things' when I try. But, but! I...I would like to see space. That's where papa works sometimes and it sounds lonely so I'd like to go with and keep him company.

3. If you could be one animal, what would you be and why?

There it was again, coming from somewhere in Maisy’s room, somewhere she couldn't see. Was it in the walls, in the floors? Daddy told her nothing was in the closet.

He even checked, twice!

Still the tapping came, softly, like little claws on hardwood.

Tap Tap Tap

The kitty made that sound sometimes, when his nails were too long.

It is Teddy, tip-tapping through the halls...?

Mrreow! As if he could hear her thinking about him there was Teddy, her big orange fluff, and in a few not-so-graceful motions he was up in her bed and snuggling her face with his.

"Silly ol' thing, can't even jump right," She said, in a well-meaning sort of way, as she pet his head. She loved the furry old thing, even if he wasn't very good at being a cat.

The tapping returned, closer than before.

Tap Tap Tap

"Can't be you then," She said, to Teddy, pulling him tighter. Everything was better under the sound of kitty purrs and she held her breath in those purrs…and waited.

And the tapping came again, even closer, in the room somewhere–she was sure of it!

Tap Tap Tap

Then it tapped faster, spinning an image in her fitful mind of a giant spider skittering along the inside of the walls.

TapTapTapTapTapTapTapTap

Then it stopped.

Maisy sighed into the offered belly of her kitty and pulled her covers tighter over them both. “Maybe the pipes,” she told Teddy’s growing purrs, “daddy’s always yelling about pipes…”

But it wasn’t the pipes. It couldn’t be the pipes, because pipes didn’t tap quite so loud, in steady rhythm…on closet doors.

TAP. TAP. TAP.