TOY TERROR
WOW: love. Some things are wrong. Just - wrong!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Dean had been so eager to visit the new toy museum downtown ever since it opened. His mind was filled with beloved memories like toy cars, fire engines and spaceships as he walked into the museum's shadowy halls.
Instead, he found himself standing in a room surrounded by dolls; creepy, pink-cheeked, dead-eyed dolls. All sitting in in their pink lacy dresses, and their ribbons and ringlets and … wait - did one of them turn round to look at him?
The following morning, Sam opened the local newspaper.
"Oh no! Dean, what a shame. The toy museum burnt down last night."
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