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Post by Vomica on Feb 12, 2009 0:32:32 GMT -4
For the who knows how many times, a fragment of my being finds himself outside a new door.
I mutter, "This may be getting out of control...". I did feel drained, stretched thin even...
Opening the softly colored door, I am quite surprised to find what appears to be some kind of play room or nursery. This can't be good. Can it? I then take the bold step across the threshold cementing my fate.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 12, 2009 2:10:14 GMT -4
As you enter the room, the door slams shut behind, you, causing dust and cobwebs to fly.
It appears that not many have entered the room in a long time.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 12, 2009 14:13:58 GMT -4
A bit of the dust hits my face causing me to sneeze. I turn around and try the door, I mutter "Of course... locked...". Now stuck in this long abandoned vacant room, I'm going to find the key or something to get through that door.
I walk around the room inspecting it, as well as searching or a light switch. As I pass by a pile of toys, I feel as if I'm being watched. But when I quickly turn my head around, all is as it was. I walk past an assortment of furniture including a crib and changing table, and am slightly disturbed by the sheer size of them. Was this a storage room for out of proportion stuff? It would explain the dust... but it is organized more like a nursery...
A growing sense of uneasiness swells as I near the door once more. I found no light switch, perhaps I missed it? And it is dark in here... so I imagine that there is a light... somewhere...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 12, 2009 23:42:09 GMT -4
"Welcome, Young Man" said a voice in the darkness.
"We've been waiting for you"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 13, 2009 0:06:27 GMT -4
I knew I was being watched; my paranoia was not getting the better of me. Sliding my small pen light out of my bag, I quickly scan the room. As I state "Who, or what, said that?". I do not expect them, which I assuming the voice is representative of a group due to the plural phrase, to answer. Or if they answer, the response will not to be helpful. Receiving no answer, I foolhardily take a step forward towards the center of the room...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 13, 2009 0:45:23 GMT -4
As you did the lights clicked on, and the room was fully revealed to you. Shelves lined the walls, all with items for babies, like diapers, bottles, baby powder, as well as strange bottles that looked like witches brews or something...this room was very strange...worst of all the stuffed animals seemed to be surrounding you,...
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Post by Vomica on Feb 14, 2009 2:22:49 GMT -4
I blink a few times in an attempt to dispel the current situation. When that doesn't work, I immediately turn my attention to the plush toys surrounding me. They weren't there a second ago, and they must certainly did not move on there. And if they did I in a problem far greater then I am currently aware of. The voice had to come from somewhere, and something had to move the stuffed animals...
I my peripheral I see movement, reacting on instinct I drop to a lower stance and turn my head. There was only a four foot tall teddy bear sitting there, must be my imagination...
When I turn my head back to it's origin however, my face rams into the belly of an immense stuffed toy. Lifting my arms up reflexively, I attempt to push my self away, which doesn't work. I then feel a number of large soft objects push against my back pinning me to what ever I had run into. This can't be good.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 14, 2009 2:42:06 GMT -4
"Welcome to our domain. You have come to be made into a Big Fat Baby, have you not"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 14, 2009 2:50:14 GMT -4
Struggling the best I could, I manage to free my head just enough to make an audible reply. After quickly analyzing my situation, and concluding that anything is better then being pummeled into a red jam by large stuffed animals I respond "Of course. Err. Why else would one come in here?". I silently groan as the lameness of my bluff dawns on me.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 14, 2009 2:55:22 GMT -4
"One might be lost, one might have picked the wrong room...one might have come to remove us" he said letting you see his face. The bear's eyes glowed red "You aren't here to remove us...are you" he growled.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 14, 2009 3:06:25 GMT -4
A bear is a bear, even if it is stuffed. I've seen the videos of grown men mauled and maimed by bears, and even if this one is soft, he stills has enough mass to smash me. Let alone who knows what an animated toy is capable of. Strong magic is probably needed to instill life.
My mind races for a proper reaction, Threat! Danger! Panic? No! Respond. Fighting is not an option, perhaps negotiations? Cooperation may be best. Can't appear weak though, that would leave an opening...
I respond to the bear, "What!? No! Of course not!"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 14, 2009 5:05:46 GMT -4
"Good, then you are here to become a BFB after all...Friends" he said calling out to all the animals. "Let us prep our friend for his transformation!"
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Post by Vomica on Feb 14, 2009 14:12:46 GMT -4
BFB? They have an acronym for what they do? They must either be very serious, or enjoy their existence immensely... or both. They did threaten with bodily harm in response to removal, or at least I think they did...
"Eh, wait!", I try to exclaim. But they disregard my statement, and swarm me. Lifting me up collectively, they carry me over to the "prepping" area like some kind of trophy. I try to squirm in embrace of the figures, but the "softness" of their bodies absorb all my movements results in a null gain.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 14, 2009 22:52:36 GMT -4
"Remove his clothing!" said the leader as the animals began to do the task they were ordered to do.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 14, 2009 23:33:19 GMT -4
They drop me onto the ground, and like a pack of hungry wolves over the first kill in weeks, they descend upon my form. Taking hits from large bludgeoning paws, my clothes is ripped away piece by piece. My once decent outfit is quickly changed into rags scattered around. Reduced to my own stark naked body on the floor, the plush figures retreat leaving me alone on the ground. Wided eye, and the verge of panic I stay motionless on the ground...
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