Soon they appeared inside a large tree-house in the darkest part of the city's park. They both were inside a room filled with creepy-looking toys and pictures of the cat-woman all over her walls. "Where are we?" he asked in his new kid-like voice. "We're in my home." she said, "Soon it will be our home." "Who are you and what did you do to me?" Sly asked. "My name is Casey Pauline, but I'm more known as Case the Youth. Born in a family of sorcerers, I've been using my magic to steal the youth of others for years." the cat explained. "You steal youth?" he asked, "So people could be powerless to stop you from stealing things from them?" "I do steal things, but not money." Case explained, "Let me show you what I want."
Clapping her hands, the lights went off and soon a single light appeared inside a closet with something Sly was too shocked to even speak: it was filled with stuffed animals, but they looked like real people with their eyes and mouths sewed together. "What are those things?" "They're plushies." she explained. "They...They look too real to be plushies." Sly replied. "They were real at some point, but then I decided to make my toys." she said.
Sly gulped and pointed to himself which made her smile. "You mean you're going to..." he asked. She replied...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.14 seconds at 2:20am on Dec 27, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
