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Whew, boy! 'Apologize for the disappearance, again. (coughcough)
But I made this oneshot extra lengthy just because of the long wait! I hope you enjoy :)

Requested by: -bubble_bfdi-
Prompt: Secret love letters :)
Word count: 2433

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It was late at night in the world that Inanimate Insanity has taken place. The current inhabitants of the area that surrounded them rested quietly. Only a couple laid awake, soon to be taken by sleep.

Well, Everyone except for the current residents of Purgatory Mansion.

The mansion was booming with life, no pun intended, as laugher echoed through the halls. Nights at the mansion we're quite restless, "game nights" being a normal routine for the 4 that lived in it (Both dead and undead)

"It's Me and Doughs turn to hide!" A certain raspy voice spoke as the 4 decided on who was hiding and who was seeking in a game of hide and seek. Partners were "a requirement" in this game according to Bow, because "The kumquat is too stupid to know her way around"

She wasn't wrong, though. Apple seriously didn't know her way around this mansion.

"Obviously," Bow spoke as she peered down at Marshmallow, her smiling. Marshmallow then spoke up "Alright, Me and Bow are going to be counting to 60 as you two hide, got it?"

And with a "Got it!" from Apple and a "Whatever" from Dough, They motioned the two to go and started counting.

Apple ran off, hearing the counting slowly fade out of her hearing. She ran her way around the mansion, thinking of a hiding spot.

Although 60 seconds sounded like a lot to Apple, She felt panic arise in her as she worried she was running out of time.

It would be embarrassing if they found her still searching for a hiding spot. Especially since she thought of herself as a pro at these type of games. She played these games a lot as a child with her siblings and almost always won.

Finally, the panic had gotten to her. She dashed into the closest room she saw and squeezed into the closet, shutting the door.

And quite the perfect timing too, as Bow and Marshmallow had just finished counting.

The closets in the rooms were mostly, if not always, empty. Objects didn't require clothes, and they really didn't have much to store in closets anyways.

But this closet was, quite literally, full. Full of knitting supplies, sewing supplies, boxes and, most specifically, papers crumbled into balls.

Now, Apple has been taught that being nosy was rude and wrong. She's been told that "If you don't want people in your business, don't be in others!"

But, gosh! Who had this much stuff in their closet?!

She positioned herself to be able to reach in one of the boxes, she did just that, grabbing one of the papers that rested in there.

She returned to a comfortable position as she turned the paper, looking at the contents on it.

A loud gasp erupted from her.

Although there was very little light in the closet, she could make out what it was.

A drawing she had made for Marshmallow.

Anger boiled in her. Was this a trash closet? Would Marsh really throw away the drawings she made for her? She wondered as she shifted, reaching out for more papers.