This choice: A toy store to buy you some doll clothes/furniture for fun • Go Back...Chapter #4World of Imagination...and Terror by: bobob1   “Why don’t we check out that huge new toy store?” Shannon suggested, a twinkle of playfulness in her eyes. You frowned and gave her a confused look.
“What do we need in a toy store?” You asked, and Shannon thoughtfully put a finger on her chin.
“Well…you know that I find little dolls and toys to be pretty cute, right? We could look for some of those.” Your mother explained.
You had almost forgotten your mother had a small collection of dolls in her bedroom. She used to be obsessed with them as a child, and her love for dolls had never truly gone away. Her doll collection ranged from all sizes and shapes, and you had always found it a little weird. Not only because dolls were inherently slightly scary to you, but because some of your mother’s dolls were your size and shape.
You couldn’t help but wonder if there was some sort of mental connection your mother had drawn between you and dolls, or between her dolls and you. There were certainly times that it felt like she viewed you more as a doll than a human, not in the least her son. Still, you couldn’t think too much about it. You had long ago accepted your mother was a ditz, and not the brightest woman in the world, and you knew she loved you with all her heart deep down.
“Also…” Shannon continued. “…do you think it’s about time you bought some new clothes to wear? We could even find some furniture for you to use, like a tiny little bed, or a tiny little wardrobe.”
Your eyes lit up at your mother’s last statement. Cloths and furniture would be awesome! “That sounds great mom!” You happily voiced your approval, prompting a cute, childlike squeal from your titanic mother. No doubt she was ecstatic that she had managed to please you with her plan.
Shannon began heading off in the direction of the toy store, which occupied a massive section in the back of the mall. The toy store had just opened a week ago, and it was a hugely popular store that was packed to the brim with shoppers, both young and old. Shannon managed to worm her way inside the store without too much difficulty, keeping a firm grasp on her miniature son.
Everything went downhill once she turned down the first aisle though, and collided roughly with a store employee. Shannon’s hands instinctually raised to brace herself, and her palms pressed firmly into the startled girl’s shoulders. Both giantesses let out a surprised shriek, and took a moment to stare into each other’s eyes and catch a breath. Finally, both Shannon and the employee took an embarrassed step back.
“I’m so sorry miss. I apologize. It was all my fault.” The employee bowed her head a little, cheeks flushed bright red. A small nametag on a lanyard hanging around her neck read “Ellie”.
“It’s alright…Ellie.” Your mother assured her, reading her nametag. “I should’ve been paying more attention.” After another awkward second, Ellie quickly shuffled away, while Shannon continued lazily browsing the items for sale.
Three important things had occurred during that single, brief, clumsy exchange. Shannon’s palm had splattered you onto Ellie’s shoulder, where you were now currently crushed flat to. Secondly, the embarrassment of bumping into Ellie had shocked Shannon’s mind, dumping all thoughts of her tiny son from her consciousness. Thirdly, Ellie didn’t feel or notice you on her shoulder at all as she walked to the opposite end of the store from your mother.
As she walked, you slowly popped back from a flat shape into your three-dimensional self. Unprepared to grab onto Ellie’s uniform, you toppled backwards, bounced off of her decently sized breasts, and down to the floor. To your astonishment, Ellie still hadn’t felt you, allowing you to plummet down to the hard, tiled floor of the toy store unimpeded.
You flattened upon impact, and it took you a precious minute to reform again. You watched Ellie walk away, full attention on her shapely rear swaying side-to-side in her tight business pants. You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice someone walking up behind you until their shadow washed over you, shrouding you in darkness.
Painfully slowly, you turned around and found yourself staring up into the twinkling eyes of an eight-year-old girl with curly red hair and glasses. She was wearing a pretty little sky blue dress. Her smile was huge, and she had an expression of awe on her face as she stared right into your very soul. Every fiber of your being told you to run for your life, but your legs simply refused to move.
“Wooooooow!” The little girl whispered. “A magic little dolly!” She clapped her hands together, the loud sound snapping you out of your petrified trance. You screamed and ran, just barely dodging the girl’s grabby little hand lunge towards your miniature form with shocking speed.
Pumping your legs as fast as you could, you didn’t dare to glance behind you at the little girl who had dropped to her knees and was crawling after you, a desperate look on her face. Her hand grabbed for you again and again, and you could feel the rush of wind her fingers created as she missed you by an inch, over and over.
After a minute, you realized your only hope of escape was to run under the rack of toys into a different aisle. Steeling your nerves against the dark, dusty, and cobweb-filled crevice, you ducked under the rack of toys, keeping up your sprint…
…or at least, that was the plan, until one of the little girl’s long, glittery pink fingernails swiped at you, hooking through your shirt and shorts in one fell swoop. You let out a piercing cry of horror and twisted and shook your body, praying and crying to any divine being who would listen to spare you from being captured by this little girl.
A miracle of all miracles occurred, and your clothes tore against the girl’s sharp fingernail, ripping apart. Your clothes fell to the ground in tatters, and you kept on running, naked but free. You heard the sound of the girl begin crying, and then her feet running off into the distance. You jumped for joy at being spared from whatever hell she would’ve subjected you to.
After another minute, you emerged from the darkness in the next aisle over. There were only a few people around, allowing you to catch your breath in relative safety. Your body was dusty and dirty, and you were sweaty and exhausted from running. You hoped you could find your mother son and be back in her (comparatively) safe hands.
Just then, another shadow fell over you, and you collapsed onto your back in surprise. Looking up, you noticed the towering form of…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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