A young woman ran through the empty hall way, trying her best to get away from that, that, monster, but no matter where she went she could hear it, that gentle tinkling music like it was from a music box.
"Oh, Tiffy, why are you running from me, all I wan't to do is take care of you?"
"My name is Tiffany, and I've seen what happens when you 'take care' of some one, you're not doing that to me!"
"Now Tiffy, you wanted this just like all my other charges, you all wanted to feel younger."
"Not like this!" Tiffany screamed back at her chaser, but in that instant Tiffany tripped and fell.
"Now, now Tiffy, no need to be so upset, your babysitter is here."
Tiffany is then covered by a massive shadow and lets off a paniked scream.
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