Charlie would be asleep at the moment in his tent, his orange hoodie off as he slept under the covers of a sleeping bag. He then heard footsteps. Confused, he woke up and leaned himself up a bit to see who it was. It was Pim, who was sitting on a log nearby the slowly dying away fire. Charlie didn’t want to intrude or anything, so he tried to return to sleep, resting his head back onto the pillow. Although he couldn’t. Something felt a little… off about that pastel critter…
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