The sun shined down on him suddenly, waking him from his deep sleep. He had been dreaming. A dream like no other. The dream had been strange and confusing. In the dream he and his friends were humans. They had a body of skin with hair spread throughout, with arms and legs of varying proportions. It was as if he were a grown up version of the Sun baby. He wasn’t sure what it meant.
Tinky Winky got up and yawned, the deep sleep slowly evaporating away like morning dew. As he turned, that was when he saw the body of the Teletubby next to him. Tinky Winky fell back and gasped at the sight.
It was Po. She was dead. Her eyes open wide, her expression one of simultaneous confusion and disappointment. Neither Dipsy nor Laa Laa were around. It was just her. And she was dead. Murdered by the looks like of it.
Tinky Winky was shocked. Who could have done something so horrible, so wrong? Po was his friend. It had to be one of the others who had murdered her. He got up from the floor and hurried out the home. He needed to discover who the culprit was and confront them.
He scurried out the exit of the Superdome, the door opening before him. He began running, the blades of grass tossing and flying in the air as he ran. It was a beautiful sight. The sun was shining, the birds chirping, rabbits hopping around him. Yet it was also eerie and dark. There was a sadness that had enveloped the land, as if the ecosystem was aware of what happened.
He continued on, turning the corner of the home as two rabbits scurried into a burrow in the ground to avoid him. And that’s when he saw it. The two bodies sprawled across the grass, both face down, unmoving. They were green and yellow, the same colours as Dipsy and Laa Laa.
Tinky Winky stopped in his tracks and grabbed his head. What was happening? He slowly approached the bodies as if afraid of what he would see. Slowly, carefully, he walked closer and closer to the bodies until he was merely inches away.
Again he stopped. Did he want to know? He feared what would come of him if he found out. But he had to know. He had to. He couldn’t live sanely otherwise.
Slowly and hesitantly, he pulled Dipsy onto its side. He gagged and fell back at the site of its face. It was blank, the eyes frightened and unmoving.
Tinky Winky couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much, too horrifying. He turned back the other way and began to run, running away from the bodies. He needed to escape the ecosystem. He suddenly felt trapped within what was once a safe land.
He hurried forward, passing the Teletubby home, continuing forward. He needed to escape. Finally he reached the end of the dome. But there was no door to enter through. Tinky Winky began banging on the dome window. He needed to escape.
He continued to bang on the window but no one was coming, no one was coming. He was helpless.
Suddenly he heard laughing. Shrill, eerie laughing. It was coming from the sky. Tinky Winky looked up. It was the Sun baby. It was laughing. Whether it was laughing at him, or at his situation he was unsure, but regardless it was laughing. And the laughing was sharp and Tinky Winky felt like the laughing was burning his ears.
The baby continued to laugh as it looked at him, its face menacing, its eyes red and despicable. The laugh was continuous, unending. The laughing was driving Tinky Winky insane.
He tried to block out the noise. He placed his hands over his ears but it was no use. The laughing continued. Tinky Winky started banging on the window again, this time more desperately. But nothing was happening.
Finally the laughing ceased. Tinky Winky looked up. The baby was looking at him. It was no longer laughing. It was looking at him intensely. Then his expression changed. His face turned into a smile. A creepy smile. One similar to an evil clown’s.
A moment later Tinky Winky was hit with a sharp pain in his chest. He grabbed his chest but it was no use. He realized what was happening. The baby began to laugh again, as if enjoying the process, as if enjoying his end.
Without another thought Tinky Winky collapsed, hitting the grass with a thud, dead. No more thoughts existed. Only the laughing persisted, the shrill, piercing laughing.
