"Eugh... are you kidding me?" Brooke sighs, looking through her wallet. "I only got a hundred and ten in here..." The shopkeeper, despite this, doesn't seem phased. "Oh, that's fine." He says chipper. "You can still buy the shoebox! We'll have to keep the shoes, though."
Brooke looks to you in the box, a bit saddened. Although, she seems less saddened that her boyfriend is in this form, and more saddened that she'll have to leave her great new shoes behind. "Alright..." She sighs, taking you out and putting you on the counter. "Whatever, I can just get new shoes from this thing whenever I want, right?" The shopkeeper nods. "Well that's good at least." Brooke says, cheering up. "I'll take the box, then." The shopkeeper grabs you, putting you aside, and grabs the cash from Brooke as she hands it out. "A great purchase," He tells her as she grabs the box. "Have a good day!" He then cheers. "Thanks," She responds, walking out the door.
And that's the last time you ever saw her.
That's the last day you ever spent in a human body.
Now you were a simple pair of running shoes, and who knows what's going to happen now?
The old man grabs you, looking you over. "Hmm... I'm very sorry for what happened to you, but... unfortunately for you, you were turned into shoes before she bought the box. Meaning what I said about you being store property was very much not a lie. We'll have to put you on sale, but don't worry. We're sure whoever buys you will take extra good care of you." He sits you down and reaches under the counter, pulling out a simple, cardboard shoebox and picks you up, then rests you in it. "And I'm extra sorry to say, but this box isn't enchanted like the last one. Just regular shoes in a regular box..." You look in horror as he closes the box on you, permanently sealing your fate. He picks you up and begins walking off, but you can't see where he's taking you... eventually, you feel yourself being set down on what feels to be a flat surface, but you can't quite tell what. And now, all you can do is wait for someone to buy you...
Time passes. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days, days into weeks, and eventually, weeks into months. You get marked down again and again, but nobody seems to be taking an interest in regular shoes in a magic store. As time goes on, you more and more accept what happened to you. Why complain, why want help? This is your life now, after all...
After what feels like an eternity, you finally hear steps approaching your box and you feel someone lifting you up. Finally you see someone open the top.