A Toy Story Fic - Mitchells' story part 2
I've lost count of how
long it's been. Days are mingling into night, then back into
days,
but I'm still trapped in this casing. From up here I have a
good view of my prison, I still can't work out why I am now plastic
and maybe it is some sort of technology of this race to create clones
to gain information. If this is the case I have no idea where my
physical body is then.
So far I have learned that they are a lot like us. The one keeping me imprisoned seems like a lot like the girls from home - but with more piercings. Also I'm not keen on her taste in music. She seems to spend a lot of time changing her clothes and applying make up. Not that I've been looking at her naked. Ok I may have peeked a bit but when I've been observing her getting dressed and undressed every day how could I not. I even witnessed some 'naughty' acts with a male member of her race.
Daniel would love to take a look at their social habits - it seems they gather in groups to drink cider or rose wine – and not just a glass or two. She keeps coming back into the room late at night and stumbling her way to bed.
She's not taken me out of this prison for awhile - just left me here. Last time she did take me out a huge cat was smelling me and shoved it's butt in my face. Seems their life forms are a lot like ours – maybe, this is even an alternative reality I some how got sucked into. Damn where IS Sam when you need her.
I've
noticed I've not felt hunger or thirst. Odd - I wouldn't mind a
cold beer though.
If she won't take me out and give me a chance to
escape, I'm going to have to find my own way out.
Wait,
what's that? I think there's someone here with me
Have to go…