I skipped Stranger in an Alley because I didn't feel like writing it and I also didn't have any ideas for it that I liked and I also didn't have like any time to write it so yeah

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It was a dark and stormy night.

That was a good thing.

Strange things happened under the light of the moon, as Tango had learned.

He looked over the Bigeyes' bay. Each arc of lightning made Keralis' base just barely visible in the fog.

The wind howled, rattling the window. A draft peered through a crack between the glass and the wall. Tango made a mental note to patch that up later.

He took a sip of his hot cocoa out of his giant mug with a T on it. Despite the storm outside, the interior of his house was cozy.

Scar had asked everyone not to sleep. Something about charged creepers... Tango had decided not to ask, but it was safe to assume that the constant vibration of his communicator was mostly death messages.

He was taking the opportunity to plan some projects. Or, trying. The storm and sounds of monsters broke his concentration whenever he managed to focus.

Tango hoped Fifi was alright. He probably was. The cave was plenty safe. But the Cyclops didn't like being alone.

Tango's eyes drifted away from the window, breezed right past his blueprints, and fell on the plush he had made of himself. It sat innocently on the windowsill on the opposite side of the room.

The shape of it looked ominous. Tango felt the first traces of slight fear start to kick in.

It's just a plush, he told himself.

He swore he saw it move. It was hard to tell, though. It was mostly in the shadows, out of reach of the light sources he had in his house.

The window it sat in front of flashed with lightning, illuminating the plush from behind for a split second.

Almost as if from the lightning, it tipped forward onto the floor.

Tango yelped and pressed himself back against the wall. It was going to attack him now, he knew it. It was... haunted, or something.

The plush didn't move any more.

Tango tentatively approached it and picked it up. It was motionless. The same as it always had been.

Another draft rippled through the room, this one from the window the plush had been next to. It was much stronger than the last one he had felt.

Tango sighed at his own stupidity. He was apparently really bad at placing windows. The plush was light enough to be blown off the shelf by a particularly strong gust.

He set the plush back on the windowsill. That's enough for tonight, he thought, glancing at his blueprints.

Tango climbed the stairs and went to bed.