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Chapter One - In The Beginning
Note: The doll I have used in this story is based loosely on a Moxie doll. I needed a doll who looked like she packed a presence, and the picture of the Moxie dolls I found seemed to fit the bill.(http:/www. instablogsimages. com/images/2009/08/03/moxie-dolls_WrdpE_ 25017. jpg - remove the spaces)
It was another ordinary day in Bonnie's room. The toys had all been put away neatly by Bonnie before she left for camping with her parents. They spent many a happy day wandering around the toy room, being able to play board games, and generally chat and make noise without fear of anyone hearing them.
On the second week of what should have been the camping trip, however, the toys heard a noise, and Hamm scrambled to the window at once. He usually sat on the desk these days, due to Bonnie's newfound 'saving all her pennies' philosophy and he was emptied regularly once a week. These coins she saved were normally spent on something the toys always smelt – either the perfume of the nail varnish, or the sweet scent of the chocolate she'd sneak up to her room.
Today however, due to a two week run of not being emptied, Hamm clinked to the edge of the desk and called, "Bonnie's home, places everyone!"
Woody looked up from the floor where he'd been playing checkers with Slinky, and frowned. "Already?" He muttered, as he scrambled into his usual place between Jessie and Buzz on the bed.
"Camping must have ended early this year," Jessie hissed besides him, then she too, froze as Bonnie, now a sprightly 12 year old, entered the room. She opened a drawer to grab some things, and cooed over something she left on the desk. She then went out of the room, and the toys heard her footsteps echoing down the stairs of the empty house. Woody risked a glance across the room to where Hamm was shuffling to the window to peer out.
"She's going," the china pig called, "She must have needed to come back to grab something important."
"Weird." Woody sat up, and looked at the desk again, and frowned. "And what is that she left behind?"
All the other toys sat up or came down from their positions on the shelf. "What is it?" asked Rex curiously, as they all stared at the object on the desk. It was square and shrouded in brown paper.
"Woody, what is it," Jessie grabbed Woody's arm.
"I don't know Jess."
"Leave it to me," Buzz stepped forward. "I shall uncover the fiend...I didn't take all those years of galactic training for nothing...there is nothing I fear..." he stepped forward and pulled at the paper. The box underneath made a noise and wiggled, and Buzz jumped back.
"Erm, Buzz?" Woody questioned, and Buzz turned.
"They didn't train us how to deal with paper covered, wiggling objects, ok?" He glared at Woody, and Jessie giggled.
"Come on guys, it's probably nothing," Dolly stepped forward and gently ripped the paper away. They all gasped, in front of them was a pink cardboard box with ROCKSTAR emblazoned across it in blue bubble writing. There was, quite obviously, a doll inside – they could see her through the plastic window in the front of the box.
She was pale skinned, with long blonde hair, green eyes, and she was wearing black patterned trousers, a red shirt, and a white fur-like jacket. She stood perfectly still.
Mint in the box.