companionwolf

Considering the fact he’s mostly blinded now, PC isn’t sure what’s happening the majority of the next morning.

He knows the sounds of human preparation, and the trio go through them - showering, teeth brushing, hair brushing- and Alex tells him as they pick him up that they’re taking him to the car, and he knows the feeling of a car’s rumbling movements, but he cannot see the city, and some curious part of him resents that.

He can hear the humans talking, discussing what the plan is - for now, it’s go on the public tour, gently leave PC somewhere, and hope for the best. PC himself is feverently begging the magic of Awakening for help, for it to make human eyes slide over his form as they bring him in with them, for it to make him invisible.

The rumble motion of the car stops, PC feels Alex pick him up about the mid, which is how the Owner usually carries him when they’re not being terribly conscious, and for a while his body swings slightly to the rhythm of the human’s walk.

Suddenly the hands about him tighten, and he senses nervousness in the grip—

and then they ease again, and there is the sound of many people around them, and talking, and the click of picture taking. This goes on for a while, and PC is almost lulled to unconsciousness until he feels himself be uprighted, and gently placed.

All he can do now, he suppose, is wait.

This is easy; he’s done it before at the Owner’s. It’s a little harder though alone, and misses Alice and Espeon, and Kitty, and the Smalls. So he spends the time in his head, crafting a letter back home.

He’s jerked from his reverie by hands- rougher, fast, slender fingers. The human attached walks briskly, and there is a crackle in the air followed by a tinny voice. It seems the plan has worked, he thinks.

The human carries him a bit longer, and then there is the sound of a door opening, and he is placed on something soft, and the door closes again.

He lies still on the soft thing for a while, holding a breath he doesn’t need to hold, and then sits upright where he tightly coils the pillow before springing off of it— he sends himself fluttering down off the bed, twisting and turning in the air as he attempts to turn himself right side out, and once he’s accomplished this he picks himself up from the carpeted floor.

He looks around curiously. It’s decorated to be a little boy’s room, with toy bins and a closet and brightly colored bedding. A teddy bear sits among the cushions, and as PC struggles to slide himself back into the pillow, the bear turns its head just so.

“You’re not one of his,” it says, voice croaky.

“No,” says PC, voice like gritted teeth as he wriggles the pillow into place. He stands up from the bed, picks up the clothing and phone from where it fell out of him. “I’m sorry, I should have expected someone to notice. I’m not here to harm.” He starts to dress, quickly now, sliding the phone into his hoodie pocket once it’s on.

“There’s no one to harm,” the bear says. “He’s at school. Unless you mean us?” As it speaks, PC’s gaze flicks about the room, and he sees more stuffed animals peeking from behind corners and out of the bookshelf.

“No, no, sorry, that was... my name is Pillow Central,” he says.

“Understandable,” the bear says. “I am Teddy.”

“I would say that’s uncreative but my Owner named one of us Kitty so...”

Teddy’s stitched frown turns itself upward. “What are you doing here? Your Owner must miss you. Unless you are trying to escape them?”

“There’s something very bad,” PC says. “It threatens the world. It threatens humanity. I’m here to tell the president about it, because otherwise no one will know, and things will... if no one does anything, it will be very bad.”

Teddy comes to the edge of the bed, looks up at PC. “You appear sincere,” he says. He gazes jumps to the arms PC has at his sides. “I have never seen limbs such as yours. Awakening has sensed your urgency. For it is urgent, no?”

“Very,” PC says. “Is the president... here?”

“He should be,” says a ratty bunny plush up on the bookshelf’s top. “We haven’t heard of any meeting for today.”

“And if not, you are welcome to stay as long as you need to meet with him,” Teddy says.

“Thank you,” PC says. “Seriously, thank you.”

“The halls are empty now,” Teddy says. “Let me walk you to the Oval Office.”

“Just one moment-“

He opens his phone to the group chat Espeon set up with the college students, and types im in.

Answers almost immediately from Alex:

congrats! talk w/ pres yet?

no. soon.

good luck!!! she sends back. save the world!!! you can do it!

He puts the phone away. “Lead on.”