a month after Parker's disappearance on Christmas, you go for a walk in the park you see a green Tattletail waddling down the street, them seeming annoyed and sad [Great... another kid who is gonna assume I am a toy. Hope he doesn't interact with me. I am not in the mood.] they keep waddling away, whispering to themselves "There has to be another Tattletail willing to help me."
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