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fandomtownies2019-08-15 12:26 pm
heartinabox) wrote in fandomtownies2019-08-15 12:26 pm
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The Toybox, Thursday [NFB}
Regina had spent a fair amount of her life in creepy dungeons. Hell, Regina had spent a fair amount of her life running creepy dungeons. She knew how they operated, knew all the tricks.
This was, despite the bright, cheery colors, a very creepy dungeon.
The "bad toys" were kept in cells of variously cartoonish, but remarkably effective designs. At frequent, irregular intervals, a pink, vaguely horse-shaped toy would bounce in, announce that it was time for one of the toys to be "fixed", and cart them off, whimpering and pleading for their lives. The first time Regina watched this happen, she turned to her cell neighbor, an NPC fluffy bunny doll in a polka dot bow tie, and asked what was happening.
"They're going to the Workshop," the bunny told her, in an odd, squeaky voice. "To the Toymaker."
"Oh," Regina said. "So we'll get to meet them." She nodded, eyes narrowed, a small smile on her face. "Good. I've been wanting to ask them some questions."
The bunny's ears had quivered, and he stared at Regina with round, glimmering eyes. "Noooo," he moaned. "Not good. Not good at all!"
Try as she might, Regina could get no further information out of the bunny. She could only sit in her cell, watching the toys around her be lead away one by one, and plot her escape. (Teleporting in a puff of purple smoke was a classic, and one she was reasonably certain she could execute, even if this form, but it was built for drama, not stealth. She'd need quite the distraction before she could pull it off.)
Thursday morning, the pony came in, bouncing wickedly along the line of cells, playing eenie meenie as she selected the Toymaker's next victim. "My maker said to pick the very worst one," she sang. "And you!" She bounced closer. "Are!" She stopped in front of Regina's cell. Regina braced for a fight. "IT!" She pointed her stubby leg at the bunny and laughed maniacally.
The bunny reached through the bars, managing to grab Regina's arm before he was dragged out by the pony. "Please!" he hissed. "Tell my story!"
Regina would never see that bunny again.
[open, should any other toys be in the Toybox just now. Details run past our lovely BDE maven, pink pony cameo at her request!]
This was, despite the bright, cheery colors, a very creepy dungeon.
The "bad toys" were kept in cells of variously cartoonish, but remarkably effective designs. At frequent, irregular intervals, a pink, vaguely horse-shaped toy would bounce in, announce that it was time for one of the toys to be "fixed", and cart them off, whimpering and pleading for their lives. The first time Regina watched this happen, she turned to her cell neighbor, a
"They're going to the Workshop," the bunny told her, in an odd, squeaky voice. "To the Toymaker."
"Oh," Regina said. "So we'll get to meet them." She nodded, eyes narrowed, a small smile on her face. "Good. I've been wanting to ask them some questions."
The bunny's ears had quivered, and he stared at Regina with round, glimmering eyes. "Noooo," he moaned. "Not good. Not good at all!"
Try as she might, Regina could get no further information out of the bunny. She could only sit in her cell, watching the toys around her be lead away one by one, and plot her escape. (Teleporting in a puff of purple smoke was a classic, and one she was reasonably certain she could execute, even if this form, but it was built for drama, not stealth. She'd need quite the distraction before she could pull it off.)
Thursday morning, the pony came in, bouncing wickedly along the line of cells, playing eenie meenie as she selected the Toymaker's next victim. "My maker said to pick the very worst one," she sang. "And you!" She bounced closer. "Are!" She stopped in front of Regina's cell. Regina braced for a fight. "IT!" She pointed her stubby leg at the bunny and laughed maniacally.
The bunny reached through the bars, managing to grab Regina's arm before he was dragged out by the pony. "Please!" he hissed. "Tell my story!"
Regina would never see that bunny again.
[open, should any other toys be in the Toybox just now. Details run past our lovely BDE maven, pink pony cameo at her request!]