Mr Cuddles and The Girl
Mr Cuddles In a quiet park, somewhere in the 1970s the sun filters through the trees, casting long golden shadows. A little girl, no older than six, stands with her hands on her hips, her expression one of intense focus. Before her looms a massive, impossibly fluffy spider-like creature - Mr. Cuddles. His oversized googly eyes twitch nervously as faint ripples distort the air behind them. Time is unravelling.
The girl stomps her foot. “Blimpy-noggin twisksnap, Cuddly-bop?”
Mr. Cuddles lets out a deep, warbling trill, his fur shuddering as he shifts his massive weight from one leg to another. “Brrrff - nooogggh! Pibblewobble fluxity too snizzle!”
The girl groans, pressing her small hands to her temples. “Snizzle not snuzzle, Cuddly! Must re-ping the whoosh-band or splinkers go bonk!”
Mr. Cuddles wiggles his appendages wildly, his entire form vibrating with distress. “Brr-whoop! Tizzy-foo, tizzy-foo!”
The air around them crackles, the ripples growing stronger - something, or someone, is trying to force their way through. The girl’s eyes dart toward the disturbance. She grabs a fistful of Cuddles’ fur and pulls herself close. “Shhh... Zippy-zoopies near. Snoodle fast!”
A shadow flickers at the edge of reality. Mr. Cuddles’ eyes widen. In a blur of motion, his massive body folds inward, his fur rippling like water as he wraps the girl in his many limbs. With a deep, resonant whomp, the world around them implodes. The grass, the trees, the sky itself stretch and fold like film caught in a projector reel. Then - nothing.
Silence.
The shadowed figures arrive a second too late. The ripples in time settle.
Mr. Cuddles and the little girl are gone.