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Day 7: Claws Preview

I am having fun writing this and got excited so here is what I have so far. I'll make a different post with the full work when I finish. Also I have given up on posting every day or in order. I hope even doing some of the prompts occasionally is still enough. But, anyway...

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It was a fairly quiet day and after working at Dreamworld for two months, that wasn't a good sign. Wiatt was almost relieved to see a coworker running over to him with a pinched expression.

"Hey, Verna! What's up?"

"You're the animatronic wrangler, right?" Verna asked, brushing her fringe back into place.

"Is that what the other employees call me?"

"Well I think Audrey, Penn, and Hayden all call you trouble or a trouble magnet."

"That's fair," Wiatt agreed, solemnly. They had seen him get into too many hijinks to not have some form of reputation. Besides, he was the one who regularly talked to the animatronics like people despite the fact that Sara was apparently the only one with that right, supposedly. Actually, for someone with such a rule, she rarely even talked to any animatronics aside from Winnie. And Winnie was the only animatronic Wiatt had yet to see....well Winnie and the Collector, but Wiatt was not supposed to know about them. (Having knowledge he wasn't allowed to find was their second biggest mistake.)

"But, we kinda need your animatronic wrangling abilities. The triplets are stuck in the claw machine."

"Again?!" Wiatt moaned. This was the third time this week. How did they keep getting in there?

The formerly labeled Winnie's Roundup Stuffie Catcher was a fairly large UFO catcher machine. With a little twisting and a shove from a brother, it made for a great place for Mimic, Melody, or Mascaraed to take a nap in. It was like sleeping in a ball pit, only way softer! The only drawback was wheels for feet made exiting the cozy pod far more difficult. If the three brothers were in the machine together, they could make a tower and pull themselves to the prize chute with marginal success. Dwindling the numbers to two or just one made this more difficult. Bad days made it nigh impossible.

#Welcome to Dreamworld #WTDW #wtdw tober #Icy scribes #writing blurb #I feel bad but for some reason my executive dysfunction started registering these as homework or assignments and that just a me problem #I am terrible at doing drawtober stuff or inktober #I am not used to writing and posting new stuff every day #And with these I tend to come up with a full story rather than just a scene #like the story feels way larger in my head and I can't materialize it all.#You guys are so cool for being able to do this every day #and with self imposed deadlines #Executive function badasses the lot of you

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