I’m growling at Corey through clenched teeth, DNNNT MVE A FRKN INCH, DICKHEAD but he’s young, he’s impulsive, he’s full of boy energy.
Corey tosses off his head the oversized purple teddy bear that’s been concealing him. He lifts his lean skater body deftly out of the bin and sprints across the store.
‘Come back! Core!’
‘Keep up, bitches.’
He’s taking a path through parts of Toys R Us I’ve never even explored, though Corey has a clear trail. Having been here for over a year it’s no surprise he knows every bend. Maybe he planned this escape route ages ago. Could Corey have known Ötzi was a deepfake all along? Is that why Corey was so mistrustful of Ötzi?
Hopey is almost asleep with fear, heavy and warm as a giant hot water bottle. I don’t like her warmth, actually, she feels halfway to
