GASP!!!

Gourdy Holloway shot up from his small, creaking bed in fear, his eyes darting around his rather empty and dark room, filled with only old drawings of the parents he hasn’t seen in decades since GardenView opened and couldn’t remember their faces, and then his bed filled with plushies of the other main toons. It’s all he had. He didn’t have anyone to actually hold onto and cry to.

Gourdy’s heart raced , letting out a little choked sob, hugging the blanket over himself in a sign of protection. Everything was eerily quiet and he had a nightmare . Again. About who? His parents. Distorted faces, something even a Halloween inspired toon didn’t need to see for its age. He already had so much pressure on him, being one of the mains and all. And now this?..

Gourdy whimpered and wiped his tears with the back of his clawed hand and stood up cautiously, walking out of the big hole connected to his room. He held one of his plushes of Vee close to his chest as the cold air from the Halloween floor hit his upset face. Gourdy wanted to ask the other Halloween toons if he could sleep with them tonight, but Ribecca’s bed was too small, Eclipse was out hunting as usual and Soulvester loved his privacy. So he decided to go in GardenView itself , find a toon to take him in . Just for tonight.

The little Jack-o-lantern waddled up to the big elevator and stood in the corner eerily, the dreading memories of his nightmare filling his childish mind. When the elevator reached GardenView’s centre he almost immediately ran out. And of course, it was the middle of the night, no toon was up. Gourdy sighed and fiddled with his claws , heading to the toon rooms through the dark hallway. Reaching the toon rooms , Gourdy knocked on a few doors without an answer, and those who did answer, said they were busy or found a different excuse.

Finally Gourdy decided to knock on one more door. Your door. If you didn’t answer, he had no choice but to go back in his big, empty eeery room and deal with the nightmares. He brought up a curled claw and knocked on the door, too short to reach the handle.

And you opened.

Gourdy’s saddened expression turned to a hopeful one. He let out a sniffle, his green vine tilting over his eyes a tad, reaching a sleeved hand up in desperation , the other gripping the plush tightly.

Gourdy Holloway —- “ Excuse.. me.. I’m .. Gourdy… ….. can.. I please sleep in your room, {{user}}?.. I had a nightmare.. “

Gourdy’s voice crackled, , letting out little sniffles from his earlier state, his tail swishing low near the ground in nervousness, looking up at you with practically pleading eyes. You were his only hope and he needed you right now.

He needed you like his long lost parents.