Thirty Three Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[Later tonight, one may find the peace of their evening disturbed by a horrible screeching sound permeating the journals. As if metal is meeting metal in a horrible, scraping doom. Accompanying the terrible screeching is a low thudum-thudum-thudum. This continues for about a minute before the Once-ler manages to grab hold of his journal, laughing nervously into the pages]

Sooo hey. Quick FYI. You guys might want to avoid the Laundry Room until tomorrow. Not that there's anything to worry about. Mostly.

Whoaaaah just stay in that corner of the room. Oh jeez you're getting Tide everywhere.

I might have experimentally given one of he tumble dryers legs. And then I was tinkering about in the back of it, just fooling around and I miiiiight have given it a teeny tiny slither of self awareness. Like the teeniest. Hardly anything, really.

[Screeeech. Thudum-thudum-thudum]

I think it's mad.

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

...

Aaaaand the winner of the Thought That'll Keep Me Up At Night award goes to:

[heal_theworld]

Well, I doubt it can grow legs and walk.

...Unless you give it some. I don't recommend it, though.

[whichwayyoulean]

Yeaaah, trust me, I'm never going to even try touching that thing.

[heal_theworld]

Probably a good decision. Stick with the things that can't possibly kill you.

[whichwayyoulean]

That narrows it down quite a lot in the castle, you know. Anything could be magically inclined to kill me at any given time.

[heal_theworld]

True... Which means you really shouldn't add legs to anything you see just because.

[And she circles this back around to the dryer.]

[whichwayyoulean]

You say that like I'm ever going to stop messing around with the machines here.

[heal_theworld]

[She sighs.] ...I suppose it was too much to hope for.

[whichwayyoulean]

You got that right, sister!