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Muse wakes up slowly and sits up just as slow. Her head feels like there's a bunch of teeny little beings in there hitting her on the inside and she winches. owie... She puts her hand to her forehead and winches all over 'gain, even her hands hurt! She has no idea where she is or how she got there but all she knows is she's gettin' featherdustry, real featherdustry. There's no being 'round, just like when she was put in the white room! Oh no... what happened?!

She pushes her-being up as fast as she can, even tho' it hurts bad to move at all. This place doesn't feel like the bad room but still, the PTB's are very tricky and if she's done somethin' so bad that They took 'way her mind 'gain then this must be Their room. She starts tremblin', even if she did somethin' really bad, she doesn't think she can stay and take her 'ment like a muse, not if this is 'nother place like the White Room. She goes clear and runs as fast as she can out of there. Maybe if she runs far and fast 'nough by the time They find her, They'll have forgotten that They put her in the different room at all and just yell. Yellin' she can deal with, maybe she can find a way to make right whatever she's done wrong, but not the other stuff... never the other stuff 'gain. She would rather fade 'way then that so she runs.

She has no idea where she's runnin' to but she winds up back at her tree house. She scrambles up and inside, maybe this place is safe. She glances 'round quickly, she can't feel Their presence yet but that doesn't mean an'thing. She darts over to her desk and climbs underneath it. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she wraps her arms 'round them and starts rockin' back an' forth. She hurts and she's more feather dustry than she's ever been and she knows now that runnin' 'way is a very bad thing. No matter what bad thing she must have done, she should have stayed 'cause now it'll prob'ly be amoeba time for sure. She hides her face 'gainst her arms and starts leakin'.

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Muse furrows her brows and looks down at her shell then blinks! Uh oh!!! It's worse than she imaginated that it was! Somebeing stole her shirt! She quickly imaginates up a blankie with bunnies on it and puts it over her head.

"Ummmm... I'm all covereded up and the Powers That Be are really comin'!"

He climbs up the ladder and enters the treehouse. He sits on the floor. "Are you feeling okay, Muse?"

Muse starts sniffling when she spots him from her hiding place.

"No... my head has bad boo-boos inside..." *she pauses and whimpers.* "And I'm gonna be amoeba-ed."

"Anything I can do to help fix your boo-boo's?" he asks, hoping the answer isn't having sex with her.

"Why do you think you'll be amoeba-ed?

Muse pulls the blankie tightly 'round her being and starts rocking all over 'gain. Once she's an amoeba she's a pretty certian muse that her head boo-boos won't be a problem an'more.

*softly* "I dunno! I've never had a bad inside boo-boo like this 'fore 'cept when I fizzled out..." *she can feel all the fluids leaving her face, what if she kaboomed 'nother planet!?! Oh my!* "Cause I'm bad!"

"Why are you bad? I think you're a good Muse most of the time."

When she hears what he says she flinches a little. She's been tryin' so hard to be a good muse and friend... She can feel her-being start leaking all over 'gain. Maybe if she doesn't get amoeba-ized she can find out how to be a good muse all the time!

"Cause I am! They took my mind! They only do that when a being's really bad!"

"They took your mind? You mean you don't remember doing things?" Maybe she doesn't remember what she did.

"Nah, you're a very good being." He feels bad for the way he said it. "Would hugs make it better?"

Muse stops rocking but can't stop leaking. This could be the end of her and she doesn't want Frostie to get boo-booed cause she must have done something really bad! It's not right! But when he asks 'bout hugs she can't help it and whispers.

"Yeah... No cause you can't hug an amoeba but Frostie would hugs make me not so feather dustry?"

"It bet it would. Come here." he holds out his arms.

Muse peeks out from under the blanket and scoots foreward a little. She peeks out from under the desk to make sure that there's no PTB's 'round then crawls over to him then covers back up 'gain.

"I'm sorry Frostie! I didn't mean to be a bad muse!"

Frost wraps his arms around her. "You're not a bad Muse. Not at all. We all have bad days. You're still one of my bestest friends."

Muse hides her face 'gainst his shoulder and whimpers when he grabs her up. She really hopes that when They come, They have better aim then the last time she's seen Them get mad. She would wish to be an amoeba if They 'dentally turned Frostie to a cactus!

*muffled* "Yeah I am! And you're my bestest Frostie! That's why you shouldn't be here."

"If they come, I'll talk to them. I won't let them hurt you if I can help it." he rubs her back.

*whispers* "Oh no Frostie, if They come you gotta run! Run far 'way!"

"It'll be okay Muse."

Muse pulls back slightly and nibbles on her bottom lip and looks at him for a few seconds.

"I dunno 'bout that! I'm a feather duster Frostie!"

"Don't be scared until you know for sure you have something to be scared about. You might be perfectly safe then you'll feel silly for being scared later."

Muse rests her poor boo-booed head back on his shoulder as he speaks. She tries hard to 'lieve what he's saying, after all he's Frostie!

*whispering* "Can't help it!"

"I know Muse. It's hard sometimes. I'll stay with you until you're not feather dustry no more okay?"

"Okay..." *she keeps her blankie pulled 'round her tight as she curls up 'gainst him.* "But if They come you gotta go, 'kay?"

"If you really want me to, I will" He holds her close and starts singing her a lullabye, not to put her to sleep but to help calm her. This was good practice for when he has kids too.

Muse's about to tell him that she doesn't want him to but she has to 'tect him until he starts singing quietly. She looks up at him an' just watches and listens. She's 'prised to hear that he's got a pretty voice but not like Elvis'.

He smiles at her while he sings, hoping it's helping to calm her down. He hates to see her cry or see her scared.

Muse sniffles a little when he smiles at her then hides her face 'gainst him. She closes her eyes and tries hard not imaginate Frostie as a cactus but as she listens to him sing, she makes a promise to her-being that if They get him, she'll make sure he's put in a nice sunny spot and watered, lots!