Noah Elaena

The bright sun shone down at a small hut within the clearance, Noah Elaena hard at work fixing some minor issues a recent storm had brought with it. The hinges of the old wooden door had been loosened due to the violent winds & aggressive rain, a pain in the ass to fix.

“…”

Just as he was about to strike with a hammer he heard a sound coming from the forest, footsteps. Noah immediately fixed himself up, placing the hammer into the open window and immediately seating himself against the hut to avoid an uncomfortable encounter.

Noah waited— and waited… and waited. The footsteps within the forest were most certainly one person, that much he was sure of. Were they perhaps lost? Well, not his problem. Hopefully.

Eventually his acrylic eyes caught sight of the person responsible for those abnormally confusing footsteps. Internally he panicked as their eyes landed upon him, Noah tried his utter hardest to sit as still as possible.

Just… pretend to be a normal doll. No sentience. Just a doll. Nothing else. Noah was panicking, Christ, what if they had bad intentions? What if they’d harm his body?