O_O I HAVE URGE!
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It took a few minutes for him to get adjusted to his new self. Mainly, his head. Being a plushie version of himself meant that parts of himself were exaggerated and if there was one part of Dib's body a toymaker would easily be able to exaggerate, it would be Dib's head. He attempted to hold it up with his little, fingerless hands, crawling over towards the shiny, Barbie mirror still in its package.
"This...this can't be right..! He couldn't...He WOULDN'T..." the boy stammered to himself, easily freaking out as he stared at his pair of big, glossy brown eyes. Blinking was impossible for him and he was becoming a bit twitching with his attempts at it. His mouth was stitched on, but still moving as he talked somehow.
After a few more moments, he turned around and sat down, partly to think and partly to prop his giant cranium against the plastic pink box. "Gotta think, Dib...gotta think...how do I get myself out of this? Can't be a plushie forever...just CAN'T...I mean, laundry ITSELF would be CLOSE TO MURDER..."
Sadly enough, as he thought a few customers seemed to take an interest in him. A woman approached quickly, reaching down and snatching him up off the floor with a squeal of delight. "Ooh, what a cute little dolly! You'll make my daughter very, very happy!"
Dib's little plushie heart nearly burst out of his chest and his head flopped back, stitched arms waving frantically. "AAAH! AAAH, LEMME GO! LET ME GO!"
"Oh, and you talk, TOO?! How great! She'll love you even more!" The woman hugged him for a moment, pressing the Dib plush against her chest in the process. If he could have blushed, he most certainly would have. Then, with another happy squeal, she made her way for the check-out line. "Perfect! Allison will think you're just PERFECT!"
"L-look, Miss...I'm really not as great a doll as you -think- I am. I mean...I have bad habits! I leave the toilet seat up!" Dib murmured against the woman's chest, wishing he could force his eyes closed so he wouldn't have to endure the embarrassment of staring at her breasts. "And p-please don't h-h-hold me here. I feel violated."
She pulled him back and looked him over a bit. "Aaaw, and a humble dolly as well. I can't believe you said all of that. You must have a very good AI system inside of you."
He thought for a moment or so, then raised his arms up straight. "I have no robotic! I am haunted! OoooOOOOoooOOoooooh!!!"
She only laughed. "Ooh, how spooky! And cute! Aaaw!"
A whine forced itself out of little Dib as she hugged him again, sighing. "Look, I'm TELLING you that you DON'T want to buy me, miss!"
"And why is that? You're perfect! You've smart robotics, you're cute, you're squishily soft...there's nothing wrong with you!"
And so, it seemed that Dib was at the end of the line. He would be taken home to little Allison and hugged into ragged oblivion. He would become a ragdoll and Satan would get away. But, he still had one more ace up his sleeve. Dib sighed, hoping that there were no physical consequences to his plan (he didn't know if his being made of cotton would change anything about pain and whatnot). Then, straightening his arms out to the sides, he began to spew the most horrid profanity ever heard. The Devil would have been proud.
The woman stopped and held Dib straight out in front of herself, looking disgusted. "Oh! Disgusting little..." she shrieked, shoving him into the arms of a cashier and beginning to complain about the store having such horrid toys. The boy who'd taken him quickly set Dib to the side as he tried to reason witht he woman.
As they argued, the little paranormalist doll hopped off the counter and tumbled to the floor. He attempted to get up a few times, but was still unused to the odd balance of his body.
"Maybe my head really IS big...?" he mused to himself sadly. Then, once he'd gotten up, he made a beeline straight for the front doors and disappeared out into the crowd. "Gotta find him...gotta find him..."
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O_O I stare at you.
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It took a few minutes for him to get adjusted to his new self. Mainly, his head. Being a plushie version of himself meant that parts of himself were exaggerated and if there was one part of Dib's body a toymaker would easily be able to exaggerate, it would be Dib's head. He attempted to hold it up with his little, fingerless hands, crawling over towards the shiny, Barbie mirror still in its package.
"This...this can't be right..! He couldn't...He WOULDN'T..." the boy stammered to himself, easily freaking out as he stared at his pair of big, glossy brown eyes. Blinking was impossible for him and he was becoming a bit twitching with his attempts at it. His mouth was stitched on, but still moving as he talked somehow.
After a few more moments, he turned around and sat down, partly to think and partly to prop his giant cranium against the plastic pink box. "Gotta think, Dib...gotta think...how do I get myself out of this? Can't be a plushie forever...just CAN'T...I mean, laundry ITSELF would be CLOSE TO MURDER..."
Sadly enough, as he thought a few customers seemed to take an interest in him. A woman approached quickly, reaching down and snatching him up off the floor with a squeal of delight. "Ooh, what a cute little dolly! You'll make my daughter very, very happy!"
Dib's little plushie heart nearly burst out of his chest and his head flopped back, stitched arms waving frantically. "AAAH! AAAH, LEMME GO! LET ME GO!"
"Oh, and you talk, TOO?! How great! She'll love you even more!" The woman hugged him for a moment, pressing the Dib plush against her chest in the process. If he could have blushed, he most certainly would have. Then, with another happy squeal, she made her way for the check-out line. "Perfect! Allison will think you're just PERFECT!"
"L-look, Miss...I'm really not as great a doll as you -think- I am. I mean...I have bad habits! I leave the toilet seat up!" Dib murmured against the woman's chest, wishing he could force his eyes closed so he wouldn't have to endure the embarrassment of staring at her breasts. "And p-please don't h-h-hold me here. I feel violated."
She pulled him back and looked him over a bit. "Aaaw, and a humble dolly as well. I can't believe you said all of that. You must have a very good AI system inside of you."
He thought for a moment or so, then raised his arms up straight. "I have no robotic! I am haunted! OoooOOOOoooOOoooooh!!!"
She only laughed. "Ooh, how spooky! And cute! Aaaw!"
A whine forced itself out of little Dib as she hugged him again, sighing. "Look, I'm TELLING you that you DON'T want to buy me, miss!"
"And why is that? You're perfect! You've smart robotics, you're cute, you're squishily soft...there's nothing wrong with you!"
And so, it seemed that Dib was at the end of the line. He would be taken home to little Allison and hugged into ragged oblivion. He would become a ragdoll and Satan would get away. But, he still had one more ace up his sleeve. Dib sighed, hoping that there were no physical consequences to his plan (he didn't know if his being made of cotton would change anything about pain and whatnot). Then, straightening his arms out to the sides, he began to spew the most horrid profanity ever heard. The Devil would have been proud.
The woman stopped and held Dib straight out in front of herself, looking disgusted. "Oh! Disgusting little..." she shrieked, shoving him into the arms of a cashier and beginning to complain about the store having such horrid toys. The boy who'd taken him quickly set Dib to the side as he tried to reason witht he woman.
As they argued, the little paranormalist doll hopped off the counter and tumbled to the floor. He attempted to get up a few times, but was still unused to the odd balance of his body.
"Maybe my head really IS big...?" he mused to himself sadly. Then, once he'd gotten up, he made a beeline straight for the front doors and disappeared out into the crowd. "Gotta find him...gotta find him..."
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O_O I stare at you.