Scott closed his eyes, and opened them again. But the sight before him remained.
Surrounding him, piled all around him were Enormous toys. A hotwheels dinky car was the same size as his own Malibu. Stuffed animals and Action Figures towered above him like discarded monuments. Looking upwards to a ceiling thousands of feet above his head Scott could see that he was in a wooden Toy Box.
A thousand questions raced through his mind as he tried to think of a rational explanation. His heart pounded in his chest and he did everything he could to force down the growing fear inside of him. That is until he heard a child's voice echoing in the distance. He felt the first tremors a moment later, and they grew steadily stronger. Scott climbed into the car, and locked the doors. He knew it was a futile gesture, but better to have some sense of protection than none at all. The Car bounced on it's shocks as the tremors grew stronger and stronger. A Dark shadow fell over him and Scott gazed up through the wind shield at--
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