Well… pair of faces, anyway. The creature that picked Polly’s box was green skinned, fairly stout, and had two heads suspended on thin pencil necks. It seemed like a girl alien, at least to Polly it looked like a girl. Her eyes were two pairs of blue orbs with black dot pupils, and both heads of black hair were styled into black ponytails. Neither head had visible ears or a nose, but instead each had a snakelike mouth that looked fairly expressive. The alien girl’s torso seemed to be predominantly made up of a portly belly and rear end topped with broad shoulders and held up by shortish legs. She was clothed in what seemed like a purple overalls skirt with a yellow blouse. This strange alien girl was staring straight at Polly with smiles on her faces.
“Aww! Dis one’s sooo cute!” the left head said in a youthful Brooklyn-Italian accent (she sounded like a girl at least). “Hello there, human!” the right head said in a very similar voice. Polly was still too stunned by her overall situation to do much but wave at the alien child, let alone speak. The creature seemed to trade off which head was speaking with each sentence. “My name is Fiona. What’s your name? Ugh, you dummy, it’s printed on the box! I know, but I wanted to hear what she sounds like.”
“P-P-Polly,” the terrified human stuttered, “M-my name is Polly.”
“Awww, I’m sorry!” Fiona the alien said with a slight degree of distress, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise to be a nice owner to you, Polly. If you promise to be nice back, of course.”
“P-please don’t hurt me,” Polly gasped.
“Daww, I ain’t gonna hurt’cha!” Fiona cooed, “Not on purpose, anyway. I’ll patch you up if I do anyway. So just forgetaboutit. I’m gonna go find Mama. She’s probably in the makeup department. You’ll know what she looks like, ‘cause she’s like me but taller!”