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GR: Favorites ch3

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Chapter 3: Her Favorite Dolls

        Mask was in a bad mood. He seethed behind his false face and made his way down the front steps of the house, listening to the creak of the boards and the crunch of leaves under his feet. Wait, leaves? He looked out over the field and into the woods that formed an inescapable barrier around the house and saw that, yes, the leaves were indeed turning shades of red, yellow, and orange and falling from their branches to float softly in the wind. There was something so not right about it, the seasons never changed here unless Breach wanted them to because, after all, it was hers, her own special space and she had kept it Spring-like for as long as Mask could remember. Breach herself seemed to enjoy the new look of her home, she stood just to the right of Mask tossing multicolored leaves into the wishing well and watching them float on the reflective surface of the water below her.
        "Hey, Breach!" he called out to her, jumping over the railing of the stairs and running up beside her, "I showed the new guy around like ya' wanted me to, did you make it Fall while I was gone?" She didn't answer, preoccupied with the leaves. Mask was used to this and continued to speak as if she'd acknowledged his presence, "It's nice, but it's probably the middle of Spring in the other world, maybe even Summer. Hey, should I..." he stopped short and grabbed one of her hands, removing his gloves and running his thin, calloused fingers over her oversized ones, now riddled with tiny cuts and pinpricks.
        "What'd you do to 'em?" he said, his voice an odd mixture of irritated shock and concern.
        "Nothing." Breach responded quickly, then added with a pout, "I was trying to fix Stitchy but the shaking started again and the needle kept missing. It doesn't hurt, though, it's not real. The shaking isn't real." In one of her smaller hands she held an old rag doll, Stitchy, whose left button-eye had fallen out and was missing a good deal of yarn-hair.
         Mask nodded knowingly and pulled a pocket-sized package of colored band-aids from inside the dark red sweatshirt that hung loosely over his messy, white button-down shirt. He took the doll from Breach and pushed his mask to the side of his head before gesturing for her to hold out her larger set of hands.
         "Which color do you want this time?" he asked, his voice softening a little. He'd never admit it, but for reasons he couldn't quite explain, he liked the childish side of Breach and, though he would often complain about having to do these little tasks for her, he liked feeling like he was useful, not just another doll to keep around until she was done playing with it and tired of looking at it. When she looked down at the cuts on her hands and responded to his question with a quiet, "Yellow." he felt like they were... what? A family? No. Even Mask knew that he had the paternal instincts of a piece of driftwood. But it felt good all the same.
         "Breach." she looked up at him, her pale green eyes poking out from behind her unkempt black hair to meet his own dark gray eyes and look upon that face that only she was allowed to see now. She gave him no answer but waited until he spoke again, "Which doll is your favorite? Stitchy, or one of those fancy dolls, or... is that guy Rex your favorite now?"
         She paused for a second, frowned, then spoke, "Rex is my favorite. But my others are favorites too and my special hidden things are favorites and my shiny things are favorites. I have lots of favorites, because they're different kinds of favorites." her frown deepened, "You should know that."
         "Yeah, I know you've got lots of favorites but..."
         "If you knew you wouldn't ask!" she shot back, her voice growing harsher as he tested her patience, "Tell me the truth!"
          Before Mask could reply, there was the sound of the front door swinging shut and Rex stepped out onto the porch. He stopped as the two of them swung around to look at him, Mask quickly covering his face with his namesake before facing him.
          "Am I... interrupting something here?" Rex said, a little playfulness in his voice, "I just had some questions. You know; why I'm here, what happens next, what's for dinner, typical stuff like that." A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips which only proved to worsen Mask's mood.
          "I'll make a snack run if it'll shut you up." he replied, "But there's not much to tell besides what you know, you're here to stay out from under Black Knight's control until we're ready for the next move." Rex opened his mouth, "And don't even bother asking what the next move is, it'll just give ya' more questions." and closed it. That is, until a thought popped into his head.
         "Hey, how are you planning on getting food? I don't see a convenience store anywhere around here."
         Mask replied by looking to Breach who had already prepared a small portal. He looked away from the swirls of red long enough to shoot a smug look at Rex through his mask and add, "That enough convenience for ya'?" before stepping through the portal and disappearing from Rex's sight.
Chapter 3 of Generator Rex fan fiction
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Ch2: [link]
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