#I've bene in a writing mood so you might be seeing some more fo that for a bit!

[cupophrogs]

Can we send him a letter? At least to tell him you found rich (autocorrected to rise for some reason)

Sadly, there's no way to get anything sent from inside the factory. Drew got really upset the first time Poppy suggested contacting his Uncle. Nothing goes through, this far underground.

Drew grumbles to himself, straining to keep his frustration quiet while the others sleep huddled together. He sits away from the big snuggle pile of toys, leaning against the wall and staring at his phone screen. He hits his knee in frustration.

"Oh come on, you piece of shit!" He whispers, anger boiling beneath his sternum. Taking a deep breath, he tugs at his hair, praying to the stale air that something - just one message - would go through. The blue bar at the top of his screen disappears, and a red text box reading "Not delivered" loads in below his texts.

A broken, hopeless whine tears through Drews throat before he can stop it. He freezes, pursing his lips to stifle any more sounds in fear of waking his friends. In her sleep, one of Kissy's soft hands slides next to his foot, resting against it.

Drew breaks.

As quietly as he can manage, Drew sets his phone aside and lays down on the dirty floor, pulling Kissy's hand to his face with trembling fingers. He holds it to his forehead while his tears clear paths on his face through the grime.

He needs help.

Just one message.