“Help. Need help. Come to my house. I got turned into a toy by weird machine. Key under red flowerpot.” Alice typed out. Typing wasn’t easy with her stiff limbs, she had to move for each letter she pressed, as her arms could no longer twist as a hunan’s could. She quickly typed out the message and pressed send, not even pausing to check the spelling. She hopped her best friend Heather would be able to decipher the meaning and come straight over.
Message sent to Sandra. the phone flashed momentarily after sending the message. Wait- Sandra?
‘No no no. I meant to send that to Heather!’ April groaned realizing what she had just done. Sandra has been her one time friend back in middle school, they were next door neighbors and had been fairly close. However as they grew the differences between their personalities had grown more and more, Alice was never a popular kid, and tried to be nice to everyone. But Heather had matured more and more into a self centered diva.
Franticky, Alice fumbled with the phone, trying in vain to find some way to delete the message. But try as she might the damage was done. Panicking she teied to figure out what to do and began retyping a message to her friend Heather using the correct number this time. However she only got through half the message before the sound of the door opening echoed though the quiet house.
“Hello? I got your message.” Sandra called out in a singsong voice. Oh no, she was already inside! Alice panicked, What should she do? She could try and hide? Keep calling for help from her friend?
“Hellooo.” Sandra said her head piping around the door frame of the room. Her blue eyes widening upon seeing the toy on the floor. “Oh my god, you aren’t lying.” She said stepping forward into the room.
Alice was terrified, Sandra appeared to be five stories tall, at least. She stepped back as the giant approached and knelt down.
“You really are a toy… you look ridiculous.” Sandra laughed reaching down and picking the transformed Alice in her hands. Alive felt small and helpless as she was turned about, looked over like just an object.
“You can’t even speak, can you?” Sandra grinned a cruel grin. A shiver crept down Alice's spine at that smile. “You’re a toy now… and I say it’s playtime. You said in the text that this little thing transformed you?” Sandra said turning to look at the strange box atop the desk. “And look it’s your profile already open for me if I want to change anything.”
Alice wanted to protest, to demand Sandra leave her home. But she couldn’t. She could only smile her dumb plastic smile as she was held trapped by Sandra, who sat down at the desk with and began looking over the profile.