So much...pain.
So much...screaming.
So...much...blood!
Blood on the walls. Blood on the floor. Blood on the various bodies all around you. Blood on the heavily injured man trying to crawl away from you.
You couldn't make out his features due to the blood covering him, but you could see he had a yellow shirt and slacks on. His right leg up to his knee was missing and his body was covered in deep gashes, blood oozing out with every inch he crawled on the floor.
Feeling concerned, you slowly walk towards him, your footsteps making a splashing sound as you walk through a puddle of blood. The sound catches the man's attention, making him look at you before screaming and flipping onto his back to scramble away from you.
"No. NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" he yelled in a terrified voice, his eyes full of fear.
"...but...your hurt..." you hear a little girl's voice say as you raise your hands. You stop and gasp as you see them covered in the same blood around the room. You then look down at yourself to see blood on your clothes.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU MONSTER!" the man yelled at you as he scrambles for the door. You don't listen you him, too focused on your bloody hands and clothes. You raise your head up, which is now covered in blood as well, a look of terror coming to your face.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" " a teen girl screamed as she woke up, her eyes wide in terror, her breathing shallow and sweat coating her forehead.
"Ahem!"
She blinked before looking up to see a middle aged woman glaring at her from her desk.
"Have a nice nap?" she asked while the teens sitting at their own desks either chuckled or gave her odd or concerned looks.
"Uh...yes?" the girl said with a sheepish grin. A grin that fell when the woman's glare intensified as she jabbed her finger at the classroom door.
"Principal's office! Now!"
A man in his early 50's was inside his office as he scanned the contents of a folder he'd recieved earlier.
"Hmm." the man hummed before a knock was heard at his door. "Come in." he said without looking away. The door opened to reveal a miffed teenage girl. She was a bit on the lanky side and had frizzy red hair that reached just above her shoulders. She was wearing a green and yellow striped shirt, blue denim overalls and red sneakers. "Ah, Molly. Glad you made it."
"Didn't have a choice, Dr. Monroe." she said as she placed her blue backpack on the floor and sat in a chair, arms crossed and looking annoyed. "Stupid principal said I had to either come here and 'get help' or be suspended for causing an outburst in class. And if I get suspended, my mom will have me spend it on lockdown in my room."
"I see." the man said as he began to speak out some info from the folder. "Name: Molly Emerson. Age: 17. Junior. Good grades...hmm. Says here in your file that, aside from sleeping and screaming in terror in class, you have gotten into a few altercations with other students." he said.
"None of which I started." Molly answered in her defense. "They all like to keep bullying me. You know what they call me? Dolly Molly."
"Why would they call you that?" Dr. Monroe asked. Molly huffed before she put her backpack in her lap, opened it up and pulled out..."Is that a Mommy Long Legs toy?"
"Yeah." Molly answered as she smiled at the toy. "I've had her and all the others for as long as I can remember."
"And the other students bully you and call you Dolly Molly because you have these toys with you?" Dr. Monroe asked.
"No. They pick on me because I'd rather talk and play with my toys than with real people." Molly answered as she held onto the toy.
"You don't like to talk to the other students?" he asked.
"I'm not much of a people person." Molly admitted with a sigh. "I've tried talking to other kids growing up, but it doesn't last. Especially when they insult me for having these toys."
"Have you tried not talking to the toys?" he asked as he wrote in his notebook.
"Sometimes." Molly answered. "When all the bullying starts to get to me, I put them away and try not to think about them. But when I do, it only makes things worse."
"They bully you even when you don't have the toys with you?" he asked.
"Not just that, but I start to feel...off." she answered.
"Off how?" he asked.
"Like...a part of me disappears." she answered as she hugged the toy. "First, I don't feel like myself. After a few hours, I feel lonely and sad. When I go without them for days, I feel scared and have panic attacks. It got so bad one time that I passed out from terror."
"Oh my." the shrink said with wide eyes.
"Yeah. I woke up a few hours later in my room, my step-parents there with my toys in hand. I remember hugging them and crying my eyes out. First my parents, then my toys." Molly reminisced before frowning. "But after that, they tried to get me to stop being so attached to my toys. Said that I needed to grow up, so they tried to hide them from me. I...may have said a few things to them about that."
"Such as...?" Dr. Monroe asked curiously.
"Let's just say that when I was done ranting, I found myself back at the orphanage." Molly answered. "Honestly, I didn't care as long as I had my toys."
"Those toys must be very special for you to give up so much for them." Dr. Monroe stated. "Do you have any clue as to who gave them to you? Perhaps a relative? Or maybe your birth parents?"
"I don't remember." Molly answered as she stared at the ceiling in thought. "The earliest memories I have are in the orphanage I lived in until I was adopted a year ago. All I had was a small backpack containing the toys, the name Molly on the side of it."
"So Molly may not be your real name?" Dr. Monroe asked, earning a nod from Molly. The shrink wrote some more notes down before a thought popped into his head. "You know, I just had a thought. The factory that made those toys, Playtime Co., had an orphanage inside it's very walls. Perhaps you used to be there before it shut down ten years ago. That may be why you're so attached to those toys."
"Maybe. Others have suggested the same thing, but nobody knows. I've tried remembering stuff about my past, but all I get is a big blank." Molly explained. "If I did have anything to do with that place, I doubt I'll ever get the answers. What was I here for again?" she suddenly asked.
"I believe it was about the screaming in class after your little nap." the shrink answered. "Care to tell me what it was about?" The doctor noticed an immediate shift in Molly after that question. He watched as her eyes widened in terror before she slowly curled in on herself and closed herself off.
"No...I don't want to talk about it." she answered in a tiny voice.
"Was it a bad dream?" Dr. Monroe asked. Molly shook her head. "Perhaps a memory of the past?" She shook her head harder. "Then perhaps-"
"ARE YOU EARS CLOGGED OR SOMETHING?!" she snapped. "I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, SO SHUT UP ABOUT IT!" she roared before she covered her mouth and quickly left the room, leaving Dr. Monroe reeling in shock.
"Well, that was out of nowhere." he said before regaining himself and writing in his notebook about her sudden behavior.
'Student Molly seems to be having nightmares, but refuses to talk about them. Repeated attempts of getting her to talk about them triggers hostile reaction.' he thought while writing it down. He thought for a second before writing a personal note. 'Note to self: Ask Molly's current guardian about her dental healthcare. Some of her teeth looked rather odd.'
Molly ran as fast as she could through town until she finally got home. She slammed the door behind her before rushing up the stairs and into her room before locking it. She threw her backpack on her bed, walked into her bathroom and stared at herself int he mirror. She looked scared before she opened her mouth, but quickly slammed it shut when she heard someone knocking on her door.
"Molly! Is that you?" came a woman's voice.
"No no no! Not again! Not now!" she begged, her hands over her lips.
"I can hear you. The Principal called, young lady!" the woman said before knocking again. "Open the door!"
"J-Just a minute!" Molly yelled before she took a few deep breaths. After trying to calm down, she opened her mouth again and...nothing. "Phew. All good." she whispered to herself.
"Molly! Open this door!" came the woman's angered voice.
"Coming!" Molly answered before she unlocked the door, allowing a woman in her 40's to enter, a look of anger on her face. "Hi mom."
"Don't 'Hi mom' me, Molly. I got a call from the Principal. Did you sleep in class and then scream at the top of your lungs?" she asked with a stern look.
"...yes." Molly answered in a quiet voice. Molly's mother just stared before she sighed.
"The Principal also told me how you refused to talk about these dreams with the school psychiatrist. Said that you ran out of his office after yelling at him." her mother continued.
"I don't like talking about these dreams." Molly answered while looking away, earning another sigh from her mother.
"Molly, nobody can help you with these nightmares if you don't talk about them." her mother said in a soft tone.
"I know, but...I just can't bring myself to talk about them." Molly answered, making her mother pinch the bridge of her nose.
"You can be such a stubborn child." her mother huffed with a shake of her head. "Fine. You don't want to talk about it? I won't force you...this time. But if I hear about anymore screaming in school, then we will be talking about it with the school shrink. Understood?"
"Yes mom." Molly answered as the sound of the front door opening and shutting was heard.
"Honey, we're home!" came a man's voice.
"I heard Molly got in trouble again!" came a young boy's voice.
"Ugh." Molly groaned as her mother went to her husband, leaving Molly in her room. She began to close the door but left it open an inch, allowing her to hear the conversation below.
"What's this I heard about Molly being sent to the Principal's office?" the father asked.
"She had another nightmare in class and screamed from it." the mother answered.
"Again? How many times has this been, Jane?" the father asked in a slightly angered voice. "This is ridiculous!"
"Is she gonna be grounded? Can I have her dessert if she is?" asked the boy.
"Not now, Stuart." she heard Jane say in a stern tone.
"This can't continue, Jane. She needs to talk about this." the father said.
"I know. I told her that if this happens again, I'll be bringing her back to the school shrink so that we can talk about it." Jane told him.
"Good. And while we're at it, we need to talk about her obsession with those toys." the father continued.
"Now Gabriel, you know how attached she is to them." Jane reminded her husband.
"It's one thing to be attached to a toy, but talking to them is too much." said Gabriel.
"Lot's of children talk to their toys." said Jane.
"She's 17. That kind of behavior should've stopped already." Gabriel said in a firm tone.
"That's why my friend's big brother says everyone at school calls her Dolly Molly." Stuart said with a laugh.
"Not now, Stuart!" Jane repeated, her tone sounding a little angry. "Should I remind you what happened when she found out that you're the one who hid her Cat Bee toy?"
Molly stifled a laugh at that as she remembered giving the little twerp a swirly.
"That's what he gets for touching my stuff." she whispered before she listened to the conversation again.
"I officially do not care how much she loves those toys! I don't even care if they were left to her by her real parents! She needs to stop playing with those toys and start socializing with real people!" she heard her father say, his voice dangerously close to shouting.
"I'll admit that talking to toys instead of people isn't good, but we can't force her to change overnight." Jane said, hoping her husband would see reason.
"Well she better learn fast, or else she's going to find herself with less toys to talk to." Gabriel warned.
"Over my dead body!" Molly whispered as she fully shut her door and flopped onto her bed. "Why can't they all leave me alone?" she asked herself as she looked at the various toys in her room. Huggy Wuggy in the corner. Kissy Missy next to him. Mommy Long Legs in her backpack. Mysterious package on her desk. Boogie Bot on top of her dresser wait a minute!
She blinked and looked back at her desk to find a small manila envelope resting on top of it.
"What the heck?" she said as she got off her bed and walked over to her desk. "Did I get something in the mail?" she asked as she flipped it over to look for whomever sent it, only for her eyes to widen when she saw who the sender was. "Playtime Co.?! But that's impossible! That place shut down 10 years ago!" She quickly opened it and looked inside before dumping it's contents, an old VHS tape and letter, onto her desk. "A video tape and a letter?" she said before looking at the tape. "'Vintage Poppy Comercial?'" she said before putting it down and picking up the letter, unfolding it to read the contents.
EVERYONE THINKS THE STAFF DISSAPEARED 10 YEARS AGO
WER'E STILL HERE
FIND THE FLOWER
"Find...the flower?" Molly read in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean? Who wrote this? A kid? And...is that blood?" she asked while examining the potential bloody flecks of red on the paper that was next to a little drawing of a flower.
"Whatcha looking at?"
"WAAH!" Molly yelped before whirling around to see her little brother standing behind her. He looked to be around nine years old with short brown hair, blue eyes and freckles. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, denim shorts and white running shoes.
"How many times have I told you to stay out of my room?!" Molly snapped after the initial shock.
"I don't know." he answered with a smile. "What'd you get in the mail?"
"None of your business! Now get out of my room, you annoying little booger!" she ordered while pushing him out the door before slamming it shut.
"MOM! MOLLY'S BEING MEAN TO ME!" Stuart yelled as he ran off, leaving Molly alone.
"Ugh, he's such a brat." she muttered under her breath before locking her door. She placed it back on her desk before walking over towards her closet. She then opened it before she started throwing out some clothes. "Let's see. It should be-AHA!" she exclaimed before she pulled out a small bulky TV with a tape player built in. "And mom told dad that buying me old junk from pawn shops for Christmas was a terrible idea. Show's what she knows." she chuckled as she plugged it in. She then turned it on, placed the tape into the player and sat on the floor in front of it, waiting to see it's contents. The tape began with a man walking out of the shadows.
"You are about to see the most incredible doll ever invented. Her name is Poppy, and she is the first truly intelligent doll in the world. A little girl can talk to her, Poppy gives her answers. She is the first doll actually able to have a conversation with a child. Hard to believe? Just watch."
"Sheesh. This commercial's really old." Molly said to herself as the scene faded to black before coming back, a Poppy Playtime doll appearing on the screen.
"POPPY PLAYTIME!" chimed in what sounded like a small group of children in the background.
"Poppy is as lovable as a real girl, and she talks like one too." came a woman's voice as the commercial played.
"Hi! My name is Poppy! I love you. Can you help me polish my shoes?" said Poppy.
"Why, of course, Poppy!" came the woman's voice before she went on while it showed someone's hands polishing Poppy's shoes. "Just like a real girl, Poppy always wants to look her best."
"Perfect! Thank you." said Poppy before the commercial showed someone brushing Poppy's hair.
"Her hair is sturdy and won't come out when you brush it, and smells just like a poppy flower." the woman said as an image of a poppy flower was shown on the screen.
"Guess that's why they call her Poppy." Molly muttered to herself.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say, Poppy?" the woman asked as the price for a Poppy Playtime doll came up.
"I'm a real girl...just like you." said Poppy.
"And I'm Madonna." Molly joked.
"What's the time?" the woman asked.
"PLAYTIME!" answered a group of kids voices as the Playtime Co. logo appeared. It then changed to various little clips of people working and toys being made as a man's voice is heard.
"And if you've ever wanted to see how all of the nation's favorite toys were created, Playtime Co. is now offering factory tours at just $2.99 a person. An entire hour in the most magical toy factory on Earth. What are you waiting for? Come visit the factory! We can't-"
Suddenly, the commercial switches to show an image of a giant red flower painted around a doorway.
"What the...What is this?" Molly asked as the tape ended. She looked at the ground in thought before perking up and reading the last part of the letter. "Is that the flower the letter was talking about?"
Time passed and Molly was now sitting with her family at dinner at a round table. Gabriel was sitting across from Jane and Molly was sitting across from Stuart. Gabriel was looking at mail and eating at the same time, Jane and Molly were quietly eating their own food and Stuart was playing with his food.
"Hey, Molly!"
"Huh?" Molly said before ducking when Stuart flung some peas at her.
"Crud! Missed!" Stuart huffed.
"Stuart! Food is for eating, not throwing." Jane said with a frown.
"But I hate peas!" Stuart whined.
"Listen to your mother." Gabriel ordered without looking away from the mail. "Ugh. Just more bills."
"Dear, please don't read the mail while you eat." Jane said before a small smirk came to her face. "You may confuse the two and try to eat the mail again."
"T-That wasn't my fault! Stuart distracted me!" Gabriel yelled in embarrassment while Molly and Stuart stifled their laughter.
"Speaking of mail, did you get that package I left in your room, Molly?" Jane asked.
"Yes, mom. It was...really weird." Molly answered.
"Considering that it says it was from Playtime Co., I agree." Jane said.
"Isn't that the toy factory that made all those toys you have?" Stuart asked.
"Yeah. But it's strange to get something from them since it shut down 10 ye-"
"Enough!" Gabriel snapped, silencing Molly. "Toys this. Toys that! All I ever seem to hear anymore is toys and I'm sick of it!"
"Gabriel." Jane said with a stern frown. "I told you that we'd talk about this if her behavior continued."
"No. We're talking about it. Right now!" he said before looking at Molly. "Young lady, this obsession with those toys has to stop."
"I'm not obsessed, dad." Molly huffed.
"You're 17 years old. You talk to them and play with them way more than a child your age should. And when you don't have them, you cry and act like life isn't worth it. It's unhealthy." said Gabriel.
"I can't help it. I feel more comfortable around them than with people." Molly answered. "I don't know why. I just do."
"Well it needs to stop. Toys cannot replace people." Gabriel said before eating another bite of his dinner.
"None of the kids at school want to be my friends." Molly answered. "Even if I leave my toys here, they still make fun of me and call me names."
"Dolly Molly." Stuart whispered with a smile, earning a glare from Molly.
"Stuart, stop it." Jane scolded him before turning towards Molly. "Molly, the only reason your father is bringing this up is because he's worried about you. We all are." Jane said in a motherly tone. "And he's right. Toys cannot replace people. They can't hug you when you're sad or say you did great when you accomplish something. They can't play games with you. They can't really become your friends."
"I know all that...but..." Molly began before trailing off.
"But nothing." Gabriel said with a frown. "You need to get out into the real world. Which is why, starting next week, this house is going to become a toy-free zone."
"Huh?" Molly asked with wide eyes, a sense of dread coming over her. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that those toys of your have got to go." he stated.
"You can't do that!" Molly yelled in horror. "Those are mine! They've been with me for all my life!"
"Your life can't properly start until they're gone!" Gabriel snapped.
"Oh yeah?! Says who?!" Molly asked in anger.
"Says me!" Gabriel answered, his own anger rising.
"Gabriel! Stop!" Jane said with a glare.
"You can't keep those toys around! They're ruining your life!" Gabriel continued, ignoring his wife.
"No they're not!" Molly denied.
"Yes. They are! And I refuse to have them in my house any longer! They're out of this house and that's final!" Gabriel said in finality.
"FORGET IT! THEY'RE MY TOYS AND I'M NOT LETTING YOU TAKE THEM FROM ME!" Molly roared as she ran from the table and up the stairs.
"MOLLY!" Gabriel yelled as he rose from his seat to follow, only for Jane to step in his way. "Jane? What are you doing?"
"Sit down, Gabriel." Jane ordered with a frown.
"After I have a few words with Molly." he said as he moved past her, only to fumble in place when she grabbed him by the ear. "Owowow! Let go!"
"I will be having words with Molly." she said before she pulled harder on his ear, making him sit back down in his chair to nurse the pain. "You will stay here and cool off. Understood?" she said with a scowl, making him shrink under her gaze.
"Yes dear." he said in a tiny voice.
"Dad and Molly are in trouble~" Stuart sang with a grin.
"Keep it up. See what happens." Jane said while throwing a glare at Stuart, making his grin drop.
"Uhh...my plate's clean! Gonna grab some ice cream!" he quickly said before he got up from his chair to do that. However, he found himself flailing his arms before falling onto his face mid-step. "Ow! What the-?!" he began before looking at his shoes to see the laces were tied together. "MOLLY!" he yelled before he tried untying them while Jane walked up the steps and stood before Molly's door. She took a deep breath before letting it out and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" Molly yelled from inside.
"It's me, Molly. I'm not here to take your toys away." Jane answered.
"...come in." said Molly. Jane slowly opened the door to see Molly sitting on her bed, a Huggy Wuggy doll held in her arms. Jane gained a sympathetic look as she closed the door and walked towards her stepdaughter.
"Molly...I want to talk about this." she said. Molly didn't answer. She simply messed with one of her Huggy Wuggy's arms, making it flop back and forth in her hand. "I know that your father is being harsh and, quite frankly, unreasonable, but it's only because he cares for you." Still, no answer. Jane sighed before gently pulling Molly into a side hug. "I'll talk to him and have him change his mind about the toys. You know how persuasive I can be." she said with a chuckle before gently letting Molly go. "But he is right about one thing. Toys can't replace people." she said before she stood up off the bed. "We'll talk some more later." Jane said before she walked towards the door.
"I try..."
Jane's hand stopped just before it touched the doorknob. She looked over her shoulder to see Molly looking up at her, tears in her eyes.
"I try so hard...to connect to people...to make friends with people." Molly said. "But...But I can't!"
"Why, Molly? Is it because they make fun of your toys?" Jane asked.
"No." Molly answered. "It's...you'll think I'm crazy." Molly said after looking away.
"I won't know what to think unless you explain what's wrong, Molly." Jane told her after turning towards her. Molly looked at her before she lifted her right arm and pointed at her head. "Your...hair?"
"A voice." Molly answered.
"Come again?" Jane asked.
"Every time I try to make a friend or even engage in a friendly conversation, a tiny voice in my head whispers to me." Molly explained, making Jane's eyes widen a little. "The more I try to connect to people, the louder it gets and the worse the words get."
"What, uh...What does this voice say to you?" Jane asked in a concerned and slightly uneasy tone.
"It starts out small. A simple 'Don't trust them, Molly' at first. If I don't talk to people, it goes away. But if I keep trying to talk to people and make friends, it gets worse." Molly began. "I hear the voice get just a little clearer and speak other things like 'They'll hurt you, Molly' and 'They'll take all you love'. Those kinds of things."
Jane could only listen as Molly continued, her right hand holding her left arm. "I've tried many times to ignore it, but it's like an itch that grows. If I try to ignore it long enough, it starts to feel like a bunch of bugs are crawling under my skin." She then held her head in her hands, her voice steadily rising in panic. "Sometimes I go for days without listening and the voice starts insulting me, asking if I want to lose it all and be alone, or if I want to go along with people and risk being hurt by them!"
By now, Molly's breathing was getting funny and her eyes were wide in terror, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"And then there are these horrible nightmares I get! I keep seeing these horrible images! In class, I had another one! There are bodies all over in pieces and-and-and blood all over me and screams and-"
"MOLLY!"
Molly was jolted out of her ramblings after Jane firmly gripped her shoulders and shouted Molly's name. Molly just stared at her before she lost it and started to sob, her mother embracing her and letting her stepdaughter cry onto her shoulder. Jane stood there as Molly cried, her mind trying to process all that Molly revealed.
'The nightmares...the voices...how long have you been carrying this, Molly?' she thought.
-15 minutes later-
Molly and Jane were quietly sitting on Molly's bed, the former holding the latter close.
"Feel better?" Jane asked. Molly wiped her eyes before giving a light nod. "How long has this been happening?"
"As far back as I can remember." Molly answered.
"Have you ever told anyone else about this?" Jane asked.
"I did at first. The other kids at the orphanage thought I was a freak while the adults thought I was crazy." Molly answered before giving an aggrivated sigh. "One family that adopted me went ballistic, saying I was possessed. After that incident, I never told anyone again."
"That's not good, Molly. You shouldn't have bottled this all up." Jane lightly scolded.
"I know, but I was tired of how I was treated because of it." Molly answered. "I didn't know what to do or who to turn to, so I just tried to deal with it myself. But now, with dad wanting to take my toys away..."
"Don't worry, sweetie. I won't let him touch your toys. I promise." Jane said with a smile before she sat up off the bed. "I'll go talk to your father. He's had plenty of time to cool off."
"Umm...about what I said earlier..." Molly hesitantly began.
"Don't worry. I won't tell him about..." Jane said before pointing at her own head, making Molly smile before she yawned. "Sweet dreams." Jane said before flicking off the lights and closing the door, leaving Molly to flop onto her bed, today's toll on her body having hit her hard.
'...she'll betray you...' came the voice.
"...oh...shut up..." Molly said before succumbing to sleep.
Molly was walking through an empty void, a door with a red flower painted around it at the end. She walked towards it before stopping in front, her head tilted a little in curiosity. She reached for the door and pushed it open, only to see nothing but darkness inside.
"...Molly...Molly..." came a voice from inside the darkness.
Suddenly, a metallic claw slowly comes out, making Molly back away. She watches in horror as the claw seems to grow larger in size, making her run for her life. Sadly, no matter how much she runs, the claw doesn't get any smaller. She looked over her shoulder to see the claw was now enormous before it lunged for her, making her shriek in terror.
"AAHH!" Molly yelped as she shot up from her bed. She looked around as she tried to catch her breath, taking in her dark room before sighing.
"That's the first time I've had a dream like that." she said to herself. She took a moment to calm down and thought of going back to sleep before perking up. "Wait a moment. That voice..." she muttered before her eyes widened.
'Don't trust them, Molly.' 'They'll take away all you love, Molly.' '...Molly...Molly...'
A shrap gasp escaped her as realization shot through her mind.
"It's the same voice. The one from my head." she said before she scrambled to her small TV. She turned it on and played the tape until it showed the flower. "It's the same." she said before rereading the letter. "Find the flower." she muttered. "Someone wants me to find the flower. Why? And why did I hear that voice in my dreams?" she wondered out loud. She looked at it all before looking at the toys inside her room. The more she did, the more steel began to enter her eyes. "Maybe It has something to do with my missing memories and why I can't seem to be away from my toys." she said before looking at the address on the package and nodding her head.
"I'm going to Playtime Co."
A/N: So...what you all think?