I found myself on the sides of an college American football game. I tried to get the crowds to cheer, support our team, and help out the other girls.
The other girls?
Wait, a football game?
Where was I? What am I? What am I doing?
This… can’t be right.
Reality shifted back to the store, and I found myself struggling to breathe. I looked up and found the mannequins in the exact same pose that they were in during the football game. There was even a female mannequin that represented my role in the exact same position I was in the scenario. She wasn’t wearing any clothes, which probably meant that escaping the scenario prevented her from being properly completed.
I was terrified. I tried to run, but I found something grab my shoulder. It was the female mannequin that represented me.
A jolt of chilling energy left the mannequin’s hand and entered my body. My whole body began to feel sluggish, chilly, and light. My body began to go limp, as the mannequin tightened her menacing grip.
“You shouldn’t have resisted me,” the female mannequin said, with a feminine but demonic sounding voice.