The Tangle they’re just little pink plastic bags

sorry for the delay! I thought I replied to this already rippp

More talking. The words became more frequent and jumbled. Louder and louder. The boy was petrified but he dare not move. These disembodied voices may be trouble. He didn't know how large they were, how fast they were. He didn't even know what they were. If he ran now, they would surely catch him. And who knew what they would do next.

Then there was a touch. Light, soft, nontheless terrifying. The boy cringed and curled up into a ball.