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The elevator creaked and rumbled, its descent shifty and untrustworthy.
Poppy had long realized that the power circulating through Gardenview would only last for so long, as it was directed anywhere with no real coordination.
Poppy could count to exactly 47 fast-paced Mississippi's before the elevator door would open to 'the lobby,' though she wouldn't really call that anymore.
It was so empty, and desolate, and depressing, that she'd much have preferred that Dandy still be there.
It'd been so bad she wished that Shrimpo was still around.
Sometimes, when Poppy roamed, she'd hear whispers from toons that were always out of sight.
This one time, she thought that Toodles was in a closet.
"Haha, silly, you should be with Rodger right now!" Poppy had laughed, and she opened the closet door.
She never truly trusted her senses after that.
The elevator door clicked open. Poppy had to reach under the gap to lift it open.
This isn't... The lobby...