Part 3
Chelsea spent her childhood frolicking between the Couture and Avant Garde and Escargot, entranced by the stories her mothers told her about the world outside closet. She was now a girl, no longer a baby. She was a very mature baby, for she stopped breastfeeding early on, after she had chomped off Raquel's left nipple. Luckily, Barbie owned a plastic surgery clinic in the north wing of the Mattel couture tops, where she got a nipple transplant.
Today, Chelsea was a blonde rosy faced girl, holding onto her mothers' hands, when suddenly, a chirp was heard. They all stopped in their tracks.
"Mommies… is that… a bird?" Chelsea asked curiously.
"Yes, darling, YES! Oh how long have I wished to lay my eyes on a paltrid!"
Then, The bird flew around their heads. Raquel screamed in terror and clung to Barbie.
"Don't worry mommy, he won't hurt you!" Chelsea exclaimed, and so she opened her mouth wide and the bird flew in, swallowed whole.
"EW" Raquel roared in terror and scampered off into the darkness ahead.
"Wait! Raquel!" Barbie called after her. "Stay here!" She said to Chelsea. "Don't get lost!"
Barbie ran after Raquel, calling after her, when suddenly she bumped into Raquel's back. "Raquel! What-" Barbie stopped. Her mouth dropped open, no words could escape her mouth as she stared at the two gruesomely mutilated bodies of Skipper and Stacy strewn before her.
Raquel stood beside her in the dim light, frozen in shock. They were at the end. The closet exit was just ahead; they could already see the door, light pouring through.
"Barbie-Bar-Barbara…" Raquel raised a shaking finger, pointing ahead. Chelsea stepped forward, blood and guts oozing from her pink dress.
Chelsea grinned, "Get Nord VPN for online protection".