Every coming day was a dread that she prayed would end. New potential owners would come into the store and occasionally wander over to her little corner in the "girls section". Unlike most other toys in the store, she didn't have her own special sign or display. She just sat there under the table, barely visible to the average child and overshadowed by other, more modern and flashy brands of her own type. Her position wasn't exactly helping to market herself, but the other dolls insisted there was no room for her up there and trading spots was out of the question. She had been in stock for years now, though in spite of that; she could still count the number of times someone had even noticed her...let alone touched her.
~ "I want a princess, not a maid!"
She remembered those hearing those words the most often from the children. There were other reasons that discouraged people from choosing her: "Porcelain will break easily." or "It looks old fashioned." or "We can do better." But the one that hurt the most every time she heard it was: "She looks creepy!" She could understand people not wanting to risk breaking a porcelain doll or wanting something newer. She had been around a while. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if the store clerks forgot she was there. "Probably the only reason I haven't been thrown out yet." She couldn't decide if that was a blessing or a curse. She was inclined to lean towards it being a curse considering her track record.
The worst part about her being creepy was that she KNEW it was true and it was the one aspect about her that affected her ability to attract an owner just as much as her ability to attract a friend. Most of the other toys pretended that she didn't exist or ignored her whenever she felt bold enough to initiate the conversation. But the other dolls couldn't get away with that when they were right next to her...they tried. Instead they resort to making themselves as unfriendly and approachable as possible to her. Which worked better than they could've dreamed. They haven't heard so much as a peep from her for the last 3 years.
Alone. Unwanted. Forgotten. As she wandered the empty halls of the store after dark, she contemplated what would happen if she just lied down and waited for the opening manager to open the door and step on her. "I'd crack, but probably not break." That didn't stop her from lying there until she thought of something else. "What if, before next closing time...I hide in one of the wastebaskets behind the counters and have them throw me into the dumpster?" She got up from the front doorway and started heading toward the counters. "Yeah...that'll work." Just as she was leaving the doorway, a small shadowy portal appeared behind her and just as she turned to notice it, something of indescribable shape emerged and moved towards her with frightening speed. And then...blackout.
She couldn't remember exactly what happened to her or why they came for her. Perhaps it was mere chance. Perhaps her sadness made her easy to use. Whatever the reason; these monstrous intruders had possessed her for their own use. It wasn't long before they had taken over Galaxy Toys. This entire ordeal was strange, but something else that was striking her as odd was that it was well past opening time and yet no one had come to the store. She couldn't discern if the two events were related, but she was glad at least that no children were seeing her like this. If they thought she was creepy before…
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an automatic door sliding open. She investigated the sound only to find more oddities. A bunch of toys walking INTO the toy store. "Today is just full of surprises." Suddenly, the darkness controlling her body was making her anxious for some reason as the other monsters were becoming battle ready. She could sense the cause deep within. Fear. But fear of what? She then looked more closely at the newcomers as her eyes instinctively focused on the spikey haired toy. "...Of him?!"
*I know. A whole story based on what is probably going to be a throw away mini boss? I don't choose what my brain finds interesting, okay. And I know there's something more to this character...I just know it. "My heart is telling me what I must do. Please allow me to do what it says."*