Gwen: "I'm just happy that you're happy."
Timmy: He found a good expanse to use as a canvas and went to work. He only painted things he saw, read or had been described to him, so as an 8/9 year old, and one that lived in a fantasy and technically didn't exist, he hadn't seen much. So most of his paintings were landscapes of the forest, clearings, the lake, the river, or the treehouse. However, he did have a few portraits of Chrissy and some still lifes of various possessions. Today, though, he decided to paint the tents and campfire. He didn't dare draw the people, partly because he didn't want reminders, partly because he was inexperienced and partly because he didn't want the scientists to see them. He was afraid the scientists would use the strangers or that they would send one of their what Timmy called Dolls to them. He'd only ever met females, so that's why he called them Dolls rather that Puppets, but perhaps there were males too. He overheard the scientists talking about them once. He had learned that they were once humans, humans that were either runaways, abandoned kids or orphaned kids, basically people with no one to notice them gone, and they took them and warped their minds so they basically worshiped the scientists as gods and the only thing that mattered was succeeding in their mission to please the scientists, and the scientists had basically programmed them to hunt down humans that occasionally showed up. Timmy only feared one thing - that he and Chrissy were only still existing because the scientists wanted them to grow up to become Dolls. That would be horrible.
OOC: Dolls=Deaths. If you don't like I can change.
