"Now........."
I gulped. What on earth was going on? Had I fallen asleep? No way was this possibly happening. "I'm dreaming. Dreaming," I repeated to myself. This doesn't happen in real life. Barbies dressed up as phantom figures don't walk around miniaturizing people for fun.
Do they?
What am I thinking??? Be reasonable, woman!
Let me tell you, it's hard to reasonable when you are ten inches tall (or however tall Barbies were, maybe 8? I wasn't counting), surrounded by evil looking Mattel models and enveloped in a world of unreality. What can I say, I'm only human. And I did the most intelligible thing I could think of at the time.
I screamed my bloody guts out.
Needless to say, I wasn't thinking.
Erik sprinted to me, and, grabbing one of my wrists with one hand, covered my mouth with the other in an attempt to muffle my screams. It didn't work; I have a fantastic set of lungs. Anyways, I expected him to be stiff and plasticish and cold. But dear Lord, the man (doll?) was flesh covered and as warm as.........well he was clammy. Not normal. In fact, he seemed completely human. I didn't waste time to think about whether he WAS human or if Barbies feel this way to each other. Good God did they turn me into a Barbie too if I can feel how they feel? I wasn't thinking rationally, wrapped in this mini Erik's arms.........Barbies running around madly with dental floss, working together for a common cause. Me.
I stopped screaming. If my mother came up, I really don't know what would happen. I stared. They stared back. Erik cautiously moved his hand from my mouth as I stopped squirming, and there was a brief moment of silence. Then, Raoul and Christine moved a bit closer. The brunette came over to me, fear warring with curiousity in her eyes. She looked me up and down, obviously trying to decide who was better looking. She frowned a bit and backed away. I'm not sure who won. Raoul, the pathetic fop (even more so now that he was life sized.........or was I un-life sized? Ah I don't know) tried to act brave in front of Christine and strutted over to me in a curiously hesitant way. He reached his hand out, to slap me, to pat my cheek, no one ever found out, because I leaned out as far as Erik's strong grip let me and snapped at him. Squealing, he hopped out of harm's way, behind Christine.
Erik let out a snort. "You know," he said in that gorgeous voice. "I do believe I'm going to like this girl.
That was way too much for me to deal with. Plastic or no, Erik was in my room with his arms around me, and despite the fact I was more than 4 feet shorter than my normal height, and in possible danger, that was so so hott.
I fainted then and there.
Erik caught Kat. He stood with her awkwardly in his arms for a minute, then looked around. "Well," he said at last, "What are we going to do with her?"
Christine wrinkled her nose. "Get rid of her."
Meg, Mme. Giry and the ballet girls said, "Make her dance. And dance. Until she drops! Hahaha.........um."
The managers and other random barbies looked indifferent. "Keep her, lose her, whatever."
Raoul piped up, "Play with her!"
Awkward silence.
Crickets making cricket noises in background.
"What" Raoul blushed. "That's what she was doing with us."
Christine giggled.
"Well, we don't have to decide now. But I can't stand here holding her." Erik shifted his weight as Christine glared at Kat with jealousy. "Get the rope, lets at least tie her so she can't run away."
So there is Kat, tied up in dental floss-er-rope. Surrounded by dozens of dolls-er-people. Including the phantom himself. Well, as close at is gets to the real thing.........who's to say he's not? Wait now it's really getting confusing. And insane. And who knows what is going to happen next. Least of all, me.
I gulped. What on earth was going on? Had I fallen asleep? No way was this possibly happening. "I'm dreaming. Dreaming," I repeated to myself. This doesn't happen in real life. Barbies dressed up as phantom figures don't walk around miniaturizing people for fun.
Do they?
What am I thinking??? Be reasonable, woman!
Let me tell you, it's hard to reasonable when you are ten inches tall (or however tall Barbies were, maybe 8? I wasn't counting), surrounded by evil looking Mattel models and enveloped in a world of unreality. What can I say, I'm only human. And I did the most intelligible thing I could think of at the time.
I screamed my bloody guts out.
Needless to say, I wasn't thinking.
Erik sprinted to me, and, grabbing one of my wrists with one hand, covered my mouth with the other in an attempt to muffle my screams. It didn't work; I have a fantastic set of lungs. Anyways, I expected him to be stiff and plasticish and cold. But dear Lord, the man (doll?) was flesh covered and as warm as.........well he was clammy. Not normal. In fact, he seemed completely human. I didn't waste time to think about whether he WAS human or if Barbies feel this way to each other. Good God did they turn me into a Barbie too if I can feel how they feel? I wasn't thinking rationally, wrapped in this mini Erik's arms.........Barbies running around madly with dental floss, working together for a common cause. Me.
I stopped screaming. If my mother came up, I really don't know what would happen. I stared. They stared back. Erik cautiously moved his hand from my mouth as I stopped squirming, and there was a brief moment of silence. Then, Raoul and Christine moved a bit closer. The brunette came over to me, fear warring with curiousity in her eyes. She looked me up and down, obviously trying to decide who was better looking. She frowned a bit and backed away. I'm not sure who won. Raoul, the pathetic fop (even more so now that he was life sized.........or was I un-life sized? Ah I don't know) tried to act brave in front of Christine and strutted over to me in a curiously hesitant way. He reached his hand out, to slap me, to pat my cheek, no one ever found out, because I leaned out as far as Erik's strong grip let me and snapped at him. Squealing, he hopped out of harm's way, behind Christine.
Erik let out a snort. "You know," he said in that gorgeous voice. "I do believe I'm going to like this girl.
That was way too much for me to deal with. Plastic or no, Erik was in my room with his arms around me, and despite the fact I was more than 4 feet shorter than my normal height, and in possible danger, that was so so hott.
I fainted then and there.
Erik caught Kat. He stood with her awkwardly in his arms for a minute, then looked around. "Well," he said at last, "What are we going to do with her?"
Christine wrinkled her nose. "Get rid of her."
Meg, Mme. Giry and the ballet girls said, "Make her dance. And dance. Until she drops! Hahaha.........um."
The managers and other random barbies looked indifferent. "Keep her, lose her, whatever."
Raoul piped up, "Play with her!"
Awkward silence.
Crickets making cricket noises in background.
"What" Raoul blushed. "That's what she was doing with us."
Christine giggled.
"Well, we don't have to decide now. But I can't stand here holding her." Erik shifted his weight as Christine glared at Kat with jealousy. "Get the rope, lets at least tie her so she can't run away."
So there is Kat, tied up in dental floss-er-rope. Surrounded by dozens of dolls-er-people. Including the phantom himself. Well, as close at is gets to the real thing.........who's to say he's not? Wait now it's really getting confusing. And insane. And who knows what is going to happen next. Least of all, me.