This choice: Jordan, who lost her pacifier • Go Back...Chapter #4Child's toy to foot toy by: Bird   "No Jordan! That's not a binky! Stop!" You run along the pile of dolls to your baby sister, trying to stop her from consuming the apple. Apprehensively, you watch as barbie gets closer and closer to her mouth, and right as you get to her leg, she begins to suck on it. Hard. Even from down here, you can hear her slobbering and drooling, and in your heart you know the apple slipped away, taking your chances of salvation with it. But wait... There! In the corner of her mouth! Something's coming out, and you hope to god it's the apple.
Splash!
Spit. That's all that came out and now you're soaked. You fall to your knees. That apple was your way out of this hellhole, and now it's gone, sucked down by an oblivious toddler. As tears start to form and you begin to cry, you hear a voice calling out:
"Primary objective modified: Pacifier."
The apple! You watch as the doll began to glow, getting brighter every second. Jordan was shocked, and yanked the soaking Barbie out of her mouth. The doll flashed like a light bulb, and when it was done, it was not longer there. In its place was... A pacifier!
Jordan make a happy sound and popped it in her mouth before getting up and waddling away. You watched her massive footsteps, then looked back to where she was sitting. In her place was the apple! But it wasn't the same. Now it was full sized. You run up to it and try to talk to it again.
"Excuse me apple, can I still get the wish?"
"I have been reset thanks to a primary wish being fulfilled. To receive further wishes, please consume me."
"Not a problem!" You stretch your mouth open and bite right into the flesh of the apple. Or I should say you tried to. Whatever the apple was made of, it's skin was too tough for your little teeth. Good thing you don't give up that easily! You look around the room for a way to cut it open... By Dani's shoe, there was a pencil! You run up to it, and right as you grab it, Dani's door swings open. Not wanting to be trodden on again, you move away from the shoes to the wall as your sister enters her room.
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"Hey look! An apple! Perfect for the party." As she reaches down to grab it, you curse your bad luck. You need that, and if she's going to party with it, you'd have to follow her. You don't have much time, as she's slipping purple socks on and will soon be leaving. You need a ride, and the closest option is... Godamn it. Her shoes.
You scoot up to her blue converse sneakers. You hated the idea, but from experience you knew a little trampling wouldn't kill you, even it it would hurt. Plus, you didn't have to time to come up with a better idea, so here you are, lowering yourself into a size 7 shoe, praying that she'll take it off at the party. Without a moment to spare you slip in, right as she grabs to shoe and takes it to her bed. She sits down and slides on the shoe you're not in, leaving you plenty of time to watch her purple clad foot hover above you. You're immediately regretting this decision. Her sock is tattered and stained, and your about to get real close to it. Before you can try to run, her toes flex and dive to the opening of the shoe. The floor is tilted and you slide to the toe end. You see her toes clench once at the insole before they rocket towards you. Helpless, you scream as they over take you. The frayed sock is rough to your skin and the pressure is nearly unbearable, even before she sets her foot down. As soon as she ties her laces, she slams her foot down. Dani was a petite girl, but to you she felt like a steamroller. Every step rocked her foot into you, grinding you like you weren't even a person. To be fair, at this point she didn't know you were. Unfortunately, it felt like her toes did. She always was a bit of a fidget, and now you were getting the brunt of it. Your head was kneaded like dough under the ball of her foot, rolled like a pebble between her sweaty toes and ground to a bloody pulp like a worthless bug. Within 15 minutes, you heard a snap, and you lost consciousness.
You awoke some time later, wrapped in a ball of sweaty purple fabric. Your head is light and your mouth tastes like copper. From outside your purple prison, you hear the squeals and sounds of a bunch of preteen girls, and know you've arrived. In the fabric of the sock, there's a hole to the outside, so you start to move towards it. Going is slow, as it seems you've lost the ability to move your right arm. You're unsure if you'll ever be able to again, but at the moment, there are more pressing concerns. You manage to pull yourself free of the soaking bundle, revealing to you: | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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