#kiddos toybox

[crayonkid]

safety blankies .. i luvb them ,, :3

[crayonkid]

me if u even cares …

Calico Critters - Royal Princess set 🎀

[bloos-bloo]

Toybox question: Can I make the two old bugs kiss?

Who’s this.. Old bug..? Who is he.. how do I know him.. Please! Please!! You must tell me!

- Shamura is terrified.. what’s that noise…? You must calm them..

Technically Aster doesn’t exist in this AU just yet :3c but if she did- She would be a mess too. Her Pami is missing- her Father is constantly depressed about their disappearance and she sees him trying to find them yet maintain a good composure for her.

So Aster tries to keep her father from stressing about her. (Though she gets picked on for her vitiligo and missing arm- kids are mean) Melonie definitely would be her best friend <3 she seems like the type to stand up for those who can’t-

[goobygnarp]

one day my grandma took me to a thrift store. It sat in the corner of a strip shop with big bold red letters that just read simple.

THRIFT STORE.

It hung under the arch protected by sun, rain, snow or whatever weather we decided to travel there for, and greeted us all the same like that day she took me.

i can't remember what we went there for, my grandma never was one to follow in her original plans. the kind who is on the highway when she assures you she's down the street. the one who says she's going to one place five stores later.

what we went there for would most likely be no different. At least not to her. for me, it was the same ol same ol. Surely we'd go there for clothes and spend hours sifting through clothes or searching for the signs hanging on the ceiling that would tell us what deals they have that day.

That is till I walked near the section where they have holiday themed items for sale. old decor made to coax elderly eyes with dull colors, floral designs and antiques. But some of these items would be plushies, dolls and toys for the kiddos.

And I was kiddo.

there sitting with her legs hung over the ledge, her fat feet weighed down, hands right at her side, ears drapped behind her head that covered a good portion of her back that once picked up, you'd see a nubby tail turning her around.

her head resembled that of an egg shape, two glass like eyes that had a brown ring. her nose threaded into a triangle with a line that trailed down into a smile when you tilted her head up.

her pink was washed out but still enough to catch my attention. her arms and legs dangled heavily from the beads that resided inside, sitting with ease with the same beads in her body.

She was adorable. not like the other stuff bears and bunnies that were shadowed by her greatness. I loved her and everything about her. showing her to my grandma who just simply plucked her from my hands and placed her onto the checkout counter without second thought. i guess my love for her was mine and mine alone.

Once we got home, she was my show and tell project. many of my cousins or aunts and even my sibling got to meet her. She was all our toys' best friend. even when love got to her, where change became known when her eye fell out. my sibling super glued it back in and she was still loved all the same.

my love for her was mine and mine alone.

such love became potent and spread to my younger cousin, who at the time drove me up the entire state building. any moment she could, she'd have that bunny in her arms, causing fights between herself and I just to let my plush go.

but age won in my cousin's favor. she was younger and treated with ease as i would be told to let her play with it. even so much as allowing said little cousin to leave the house with her when going to a store.

My love to her was mine and mine alone. I thought.

any moment she'd return back to me, I'd make sure to keep her with me till she had to join the rest of the toys in a dark closet ready for the next kid who decided to play with her.

Unfortunately, details of a move have been lost in time, as now in a new house, i only recall the last time I saw her. she sat the same way I found her.

her legs dangled over the shelf ledge , arms at her side and ears drapped behind her. although accompanied by fake plants and picture frames, she looked a little squished. still cute. still loved.

and never seen again.

i can't remember how i lost her. i had this idea that my little cousin stole her in secret , making it so any time i'd visit said cousin, id sneak a look in their toybox in search for my plushie.

but she was not there. she wasn't anywhere. and in the years that's passed, she's somewhere still being adorable and hopefully loved.

her love was mine and mine alone.

Her name was panini. She had a lot of friends and loved to wear dresses and make friends.

if i find her again.

her love will be mine and mine alone.

[fruitstopia]

❝ save those tears away lil bunny ᵎᵎ ❞

꒰ pairing : mama'gatha x lil ! reader - no pronouns mentioned ꒱ to the anon who requested this... idk if this is silly enough or not. im sorry. im sorry for taking so long too :( also first fic here so teehee!! hope yall like it

youve been crying and agatha doesnt know what to do ! she tried everything and when she said everything she really meant everything.

she tried playing with you , she tried swaying , she tried taking you around the house , she went to google and found a list on what to do but none of that was working . she ' s growing terribly worried and . . well - guilty.

you see , the main reason of your current gloomy mood is because agatha told you that your favourite stuffie flew to las vegas and it ' s having the time of their life 'taking risks' so it doesnt know when it ' s coming back .

which is a lie to 'cheer you' up when in reality it ' s being washed and stuffed toys tend to dry longer than other stuff . it was funny for the first five seconds until she saw your lips trembling .

you being in a younger headspace didn ' t help and it being your most favourite made it worse so now she ' s stuck with a very upset little one.

" oh baby , what am i gonna with you " she looked down as you burried youself into her , tears soaking her mauve sweater

agatha looked examined your nursery , studying every single thing to find something to cheer you up . her eyes glanced over to the toybox she shoved down earlier making all of the things inside to pour on the carpet

various toys you ' ve chosen were there every single one have their own little story with you . different shapes and sizes , unalike materials and use though you love and cherish all of them .

after conteplating to admit defeat and give you the loudest rattle in the world that you somehow love so much - her eyes landed on a certain round fluffy tail that resembles a cotton ball.

Mr . Tails is an older toy of yours that she have gifted to you in the past , mr . tails have black beady eyes and soft grey fur but what ' s really special about him is that he doesnt have his lower body ! he ' s a hand puppet .

" ahh that should do it " agatha muttered to herself . she reached out to grab it while still holding you on her lap caused by the grip you have on her sweater - it doesnt look like you ' re letting go anytime soon , not that she wanted to either .

finally obtaining your old furry friend she slipped her free hand on him and test him out by moving his little paws and nodding his head

your whimpering was suddenly interrupted by a small tap on the shoulder glancing at it you were surprised to find an old friendly face

clearing her throat agatha let out a squeaky noise and Mr . Tails begin to move !

" hey kiddo ! " Mr . Tails waved at you his voice is slightly croaky and adenoidal " a little birdy told me you ' ve been really sad lately , what ' s wrong little one ?? " Mr . Tails asked you while making exaggrated hand movements . Give this woman an oscar right now for how much shes putting into this role

You sniffled and waited a second to take a deep breath before answering " m-my stuffie friend l-left me!! and- and they ' re never coming back " you broke back into sobs and you could feel mama ' s hand softly patting your back

" heyy heyyy!! you don ' t know that ! maybe your friend just wanted to see- pet theaters !!! yeah ! they have those there ! and they ' ll come back before you know it so , no need for those tears baby " Mr . Tails said as his little cotton paws leaned down to catch the tears falling from your face

" plus you have me ! and we can play all- " Mr . Tails' voice broke for a second before continuing " -all the toys you want ! and me and your mama will be here with you "

You look up to Mr . Tails then agreed about playing together , slowly your tears stopped falling and your smile came . Agatha patted herself in the back then made a promise to herself to never joke like that to you ever again .

Time passes before you know it and your eyes are drooping , after saying goodbye to Mr . Tails and promised to play again tomorrow mama tucked you in and gave you a quick bedtime story .

After kissing you in the forehead she was about to leave but you grabbed her hand making her pause her steps and softly said " thank you for playing with me mama , i love you "

Mama took all her might to not melt into a puddle then whispered " love you too " and. . . you drift off to dream land .

꒰ reblogs & likes r much appreciated ! any typos or grammar errors is my mistake so tell me when u see one ꒱ also happy holidays! & merry xmas if youre celebrating !! <3

[aew-regression-cove]

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[crayonkid]

my dream set omg ( ;´ - `;)

in another life i’m a sylvalian family doll *:･ﾟ

[e-vasong]

8 🧐

BLUEEEEE. Are you trying to get me to talk about the box. Too bad if not, cause I am gonna talk about it.

8. A headcanon you have (that you havent seen talked about yet)!

An actual normal headcanon:

I think that Edwin had a sibling growing up! I initially thought a much-older brother, but I now think it's fun to consider that his parents weren't happy with him as heir, so they had another kid and got....the sweetest little girl there ever was. So they reluctantly resigned themselves to Edwin inheriting, only for him to up and die on them. WTF, Edwin. Their daughter inherited by virtue of being the last one standing, then did Crazy and Unbelievable things like getting a college education and becoming a feminist, and the Paines get that as their legacy whether they wanted it or not.

Baby Sister Paine was also more attached to Edwin than he was to her, mostly because she thought he was the only nice person in their damn house. He, on the other hand, was never cruel but was also very aware that she was supposed to be his replacement. He would've warmed up to her if he'd had the time. But. Well, you know.

Charles didn't have any siblings, but he DESPERATELY wanted some until he got older and realized what they'd be subjected to, thanks to his dad.

He did, however, get some of that fulfillment via regularly babysitting for his aunties and neighbors. (Aunties in the common immigrant sense, which can sometimes mean his actual aunts, but also friends of his mom so close that they're basically sisters.)

Charles was the kid who would get invited out with his friends and be like "oh, I'm babysitting that day, let me see if I can bring my baby cousin to the park with us" but like....without the slightest hint of bitterness or reluctance. He was always genuinely and unironically delighted to bring any kiddos along, and if anyone was a heel to those kids, he would've thrown hands. And he probably did a few times.

Also, I can't say no one's talked about it, cause I wrote an entire fic where I mention that I think the doll-headed spider had a "toybox" where it stuffed Edwin when it had to go places.

But I will add that (sorry Blue, you already know this) that I regret saying Edwin was only put in the box four times. <3 I think he should've been in there more, actually. I think the Doll-Headed Spider put him in there like once a year or something so it could go run errands. It had a schedule. Edwin looks forward to his annual Designated Box Time.

The body parts are the Doll-Headed Spider's version of putting enrichment in his enclosure. <3

Thanks for playing the ask game!

[crayonkid]

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hi guys ! umm here’s my intro post ^_^

about me !

so hi guyhs ! I don’t feel super duper comfy with sharing my name so u can just call me lulu :3 i’m 18 yrs old and i’m a leo! I go by she/they ^_^ I have a few disorders such as adhd, bpd, hpd, depression and cptsd .. so i am in general a very sensitive person and will ask of u all to be very kind pls !

i am an age regressor & pet regressor due to childhood trauma, i regress to ages 0-6 and before anyone asks yes i have a cg and bf so plspls dont flirt w me ! anywaaayysss..

stuff i love !

i ♡ Bluey, Sylvanian families, Cookie Run : Kingdom, Stuffed animals, doc mcstuffins, tinkerbell, paw patrol, peppa pig, gabby’s dollhouse, molang, disney, blues clues, kawaii cutesi stuff, animals on land and in the ocean, dinos, unicorns, rainbows, pink, age regressing, my pacis, disney princesses, nicole dollanganger, music, my bed, toys and mlp every generation!

and as for my faaavv music to listen to that would be nicole dollanganger, cozy st. jean, ethel cain, tommy february6, lifelover, psychonaut4, mayhem, Sorry… , Melanie Martinez & stuff like that :p

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[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

whoops I accidentally an au. guess who’s who >:]

“What are you in here for?”

The guard knew you weren’t meant to talk to It, but she was bored, it had been two days, and, well. The poor mite looked like a kid- a dirty, half starved, feral kid, but a kid nonetheless.

He blinked warily, like he wasn’t used to being talked to. Slowly, he slinked up to the bars, peeking out nervously. “You’re not meant to talk to me, y’know.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'm bored, y’know? Everyone else in here is a hardened criminal, and you’re, like, fourteen. What could you have even done?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he insisted, crossing his arms. “He just wanted to keep me in here.”

“He?”

“Y’know. The man who calls himself a God.” It’s eyes twinkled. “But he’s not. I know his name. I know his face.”

“You don’t mean…” The guard gasped. “That’s blasphemy, y’know? That’s why you’re locked in here, then.”

“Oh, He doesn’t keep me locked up because he hates me or anything. I'm just too fun.” His tone was so emotionless and resigned it made the guard hurt, even though she knew it was stupid. “This whole place isn’t for any of the fuckers you’ve got locked up. It’s a toybox to house me, always has been.”

The guard snorted. “The prison is five hundred years old, kiddo. I ain’t stupid.”

“You’re talking to me, that’s stupid enough.” He huffed. “He doesn’t like anyone else playing with his toys, y’know? Better run while you still can.”

“He loves us all,” the guard insisted, holding onto her prayer beads. “If He locked you up, it must be for a good reason.”

It rolled his eyes. “Well, have fun dying then. I tried to warn you, don’t complain.”

“He won’t kill me,” she said, her voice wavering.

“I thought that too, a long, long time ago.” It sighed. “But He's a monster. Run while you still can. And… don’t worry about me. I’m used to it. But you- you wouldn’t be as lucky as I am. He likes me. You don’t want to know what He does to people He hates.”

[thecreativeforge-a]

Dinner was soon done with, and Roy almost had a laugh at how quickly Dick prompted to do the clearing of the table once they were all finished. He was glad to have the man's help around the house while he was here, of course, and knowing that arguing with him would be pointless as Dick would probably reject any attempt at assisting him do the work. Roy would eventually have to find some system to do some of the housework himself, considering Dick wasn't going to be here twenty-four seven.

He reached over for Lian and helped her out of her heightened chair before grabbing his own crutches and got up with a soft grunt. "Alright, kiddo. It's time to get ready to sleep. Let's see if you can beat your dad to your bedroom, yeah?" He challenged her playfully and Lian took a swift turn to her room, though she did stop once to look back and make sure Roy was following in her footsteps alright and keeping some pace with her, clearly still somewhat concerned for his injuries.

"Can I play with the bow a little before bed?" She called when she was inside her room. The sound of her rummaging through her toybox could already be heard.

"Fine, but just for a little bit. You still have school tomorrow." Roy called back as he turned the corner to the corridor, making his way to Lian's room.

Lian watched Dick for another moment before she nodded. "Okay, Uncle Dick." She reaffirmed that she understood what he was saying and, at least for now, agreed with whatever they told her about them. Roy was glad to see she was taking this relatively well, and he reached over to press a firm kiss to the top of her head.

"We'll be spending time together as well, the three of us, sometimes. And if you ever have any other questions for me or for Dick, I want you to just ask them, alright? No secrets between us." He said and brushed more of her hair out of her face, taking one of her hair clips so he could tuck those strands away behind her ear so it won't bother her eating.

She nodded again and took another bite out of the food, her legs dangling from the chair as she seems to be more focused on her meal now. Roy sighed with a smile and leaned back against his chair, waiting for Dick to come back sitting on his own before sliding his hand over under the table and gave his thigh a gentle, grateful squeeze.

God, he was so relieve this went so well. Dick had a way with kids, it was something about his magnetic personality that everyone just loved and adored. But this subject could be sensitive sometimes, especially with young children like Lian, so he was immensely thankful she had enough sensitivity to know that Dick made him feel good, and Roy feeling good made her feel good as well. It was a win-win situation, and even if she had shown some resistance, he would have just gotten her used to it. As important as she was to him, she did not dictate his love life.

[xxbakerfacexx]

**Needs Kids Room Stuff** Includes a new unicorn plushie for the kiddos, can be bought from buy mode or from the toybox. Also includes a unicorn plushie decoration, both are new meshes and base game compatible. ~ I'm still pretty new to blender so any problems with the items and I'll do my best to fix it. ~ I did make custom thumbnails but I'm not sure why they aren't showing up in game. ~ I hope you like this new and improved collection as much as I do.

Download below the cut

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@maxismatchccworld @mmfinds @mmoutfitters

[pastelpaperplanes]

Pastel: I'm designing these characters just for fun and nothing else lol Also Pastel: "Immediatly gets attached to said characters, creates detailed backstories and characterizations, and does her best to fit them into her tfa cinematic universe".

I’m crying bc I can’t even be mad it’s true

Hey if I can’t cram em into on AU—I MAKE ANOTHER at this rate there’s a whole spider web

for shits n giggles let’s see there’s the

Cybertron’s Future AU: mass majority of my kiddos are here—no 1stGen’s parents, and no Daunter/Pip Sparklings

Cybertron’s future AU Expanded: Parents are here plus Dauntip kiddos, some og CFau sparklings would have some altered stories for sure ;)

Crackhead Kiddos AU: absolutely a NONSENSICAL for-fun au with only a few sparkling having actual stories (like the Polypanz family! And whatever Snare and darling, stupid Gelato have going on. oh MY did they get a lot put into them)

So in all there’s three, not too bad looking back 😭

I put a lot of effort into my OCs and some of the time I finds little pieces I want to explore rather than just have it em be a one and done kinda thing >:33

ONE DAY I’ll sit my ass down and make a toybox?? Toyhouse??? Thing for all those OCs rather than a family tree bc jfc would that be an eyesore so many webs

[attollogame]

Noceur with Voltac and their kiddo maybe?

noceur - one who stays up late

It's raining outside when they finally drag themself back home. Heavy droplets splash down their cheeks and drench their hair as they make their way up the stone steps, tugging their coat tighter in a feeble attempt to keep dry.

It's 2 in the morning.

They wonder if the babysitter is even still here.

They weren't supposed to be called out tonight, but after Sylvester ended up in Malachi's infirmary, someone had to make the drop tonight—and luck just had it that they were the only one available. Dreamwalker's profuse apologies and reassurances that they'll be paid back for the babysitter fees play in their mind like a hollow record as they push the front door open.

God, they'd kill for a vacation.

They notice the television playing at a low volume as they close the front door and set their bags down. The babysitter leans forward to see who just came in, and upon spotting them, offers a meek wave. Voltaic grimaces before mouthing their apologies and pulling the money out of their pocket. The exchange is simple—a faint smile and an acceptance of cash—before the babysitter is rushing out into the stormy night.

Slicking their hair back, they pick up the baby monitor and gradually move their way into the kitchen for an incredibly late dinner (or incredibly early breakfast, they suppose). The cupboards seem more barren than usual, and they can already hear Liv scolding them for—

Thump.

All movements come to an abrupt stop as their gaze snaps towards the baby monitor. Their breath catches in their throat as they stare down the robotic device before they hear it again—

Thump.

There are very few instances in which Voltaic moves quickly. One is when Malachi is after them, another is when there's a discount at the hardware store, and the final time is when something involves Preston. Preston, who is supposed to be upstairs sleeping right now.

They dart up the steps with the speed that only a terrified parent could achieve, forcing themself into Preston's room without a second thought. Their gaze darts around the space, drinking in everything it has to offer; the spinning mobile with sheep on it, the nightlight in the corner, the toybox, and the crib where Preston stood unsteadily. They hurry forward and sweep him into their arms as they try to find a source of the noise.

A cube. One of Preston's wooden cubes dropped directly beside the baby monitor, which is the only reason why the sound was more deafening than it should have been.

Voltaic let out a soft groan as they rest their chin on Preston's head, much to his babbling delight. Of course, he'd still be up—he always stays up late if they're not the one putting him to bed.

They pull back enough to get a look at his face, at his wide blue eyes and delighted expression, and feel their own lips twitching into a smile in response. Despite the perpetual terror Preston puts them through, it's nice to come home to him each night.

[todli]

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[twonewkidsonesouthpark]

Chapter 1: Not So Quiet Little Mountain Town

New town.

Second one this year.

Maybe if we don’t mess up again…

Maybe this time we can stay.

When her parents had said they were moving to Colorado, Alyssa’s first thought had been Denver. A city. Someplace she had actually heard of before. But, she supposed, they had tried the big city thing before. Clearly, it hadn’t worked, or else they wouldn’t have been moving.

Again.

It had taken her and Lynnea twenty minutes of shit reception in the car ride to even find out that yes, the place they were moving to actually existed.

South Park, Colorado. A quiet, sleepy mountain town in the middle of -- going by the map -- literal nowhere. It was exactly what they needed, their parents told them on the drive, and she couldn’t NOT overhear them talking about how they got the house for a steal. No one wanted to move so far away from the city.

No one but them, apparently. Alyssa watched the moving truck pull away from the window. That was that, then, no last minute change of plans. She turned away from the window to look over the sea of boxes that held all her and Lynn’s personal belongings, raising an eyebrow as she saw her sister slumped over one of the cardboard boxes with a distant look on her face.

Alyssa raised the lid of the toybox she had previously been sitting on, reaching inside and pulling out the first thing that felt soft and plush under her hand… and tossing it directly at the mess of curly red hair that belonged to her sister.

Lynn jerked upright, and Alyssa smirked. Direct hit, distraction successful. She watched Lynn look at her, confused, then down at the teddy bear now laying on the floor beside her, then back up at her, expression incredulous and accusing. She didn’t need words to know exactly what Lynn was asking her.

Did you just throw a fucking bear at me?!

Alyssa shrugged. Not like the bear got over there under its own power, so, duh. She laughed as Lynn snatched it up, raising her arms to block her face as Lynn pulled her arm back to toss it at her -- and the bedroom door opened. The bear dropped to the floor as they both turned to look at their parents.

“Heya kiddoes. How do you like your new room?” The smile on their father’s face was… not quite forced, but he clearly wasn’t interested in what they thought of the room, given he immediately pressed on, “I know it’s a big change for all of us, but… do you two remember why we moved to this quiet little mountain town?”

Ah, there it was. The question of the hour. Lynn and Alyssa looked at each other, an identical lack of recognition in both sets of green eyes. Neither of them remembered what spurred this latest move, only that whatever it was? It had their parents whispering about it whenever they thought the twins couldn’t hear them.

The relief in their parents voices was palpable as they murmured about how good it was that neither of them remembered. It made Alyssa’s stomach twist -- or maybe that was just all the fast food they ate on the trip to the new house.

Their mom smiled at them, “Uh, well, we want you both to have lots of fun here. Why don’t you go out and make some friends?”

“Right! Get outside and play, like… like normal kids.”

Implying that we’re not, Alyssa thinks to herself.

“We left some money for you both on the kitchen counter. Remember to split it and just… try to be back before it gets dark,” mom said, smiling a little.

The silence that responded clearly wasn’t what someone wanted to hear, though, as their father rolled his eyes, “Yeah, we love you too,” he said. Alyssa watched as Lynnea flinched, watched their mother smack his shoulder as they turned and left and headed back downstairs.

Maybe implying wasn’t strong enough a word. They weren’t normal. Maybe neither of them could remember specifically what had spurred this move, but they did know one thing -- it was because of them. Something that she, or Lynnea, or both of them, had done was what made them have to leave and come here. It wasn’t hard to tell that their father was… resentful of their silence, despite being the one who trained it into them.

Sighing, Alyssa made her way over to the middle of the room, holding her hand out in a closed fist toward Lynnea. Lynn grimaced, but held hers out toward her.

Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!

Alyssa smiled a little as she saw she held out two fingers to Lynn’s flat palm. Still the reigning champ of ro-sham-bo. Lynn looked disappointed, but shrugged in acceptance. One of them had to stay in and unpack in the nice warm house while the other one got to go trudge around in the snow and cold.

...Alyssa started to think that maybe she didn’t win after all as she grabbed her hoodie and tugged it on along with a hat. She passed by her mother in the kitchen putting away dishware, grabbing two of the four bills left on the counter before heading out the living room door. Dad was too preoccupied with his phone to even see her leave. Go figure.

Fuck but it was cold outside. Her breath fogged out in front of her as she closed the door behind her, looking around. Everything was covered in a layer of white and it looked peaceful, serene…

Looked, anyway, It certainly didn’t sound that way as the unmistakable noise of a scuffle reached Alyssa’s ears, drawing her attention from the mountain scenery further down the road.

Curiosity killed the cat, but last time she checked, Alyssa didn’t have fuzzy ears or a tail. And it wasn’t like she had anything better to do… she hopped down the front steps, walking across the snow-covered yard toward the voices. And who knows, this could be fun.

“You shall die by my warhammer, drow elf!”

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Lynn certainly didn’t feel like she’d lost this particular battle with her sister as she unpacked boxes of their stuff -- or at least hers. Any boxes that had an ‘A’ drawn on them got set carefully to the side unless Lynn knew where her sister would want the contents to go exactly. She stretched, back popping as she did so. Maybe I oughta take a break…

Pushing herself up, Lynn headed toward the bedroom door, making a beeline toward the bathroom. She wasn’t sure if her stomach hurt because of the constant low-grade anxiety she’d been feeling since they’d started packing their old place up, or because they’d been eating nothing but fast food for nearly a week. Either way, a trip to the porcelain throne was required before she headed downstairs.

Ugh… the next time I see a fast food burger it’ll be too soon… Lynn told herself, hand over her stomach as she headed down into the kitchen.

“Hm? Oh, hi sweetie,” Mom said, looking over -- and doing a double take before Lynn saw her recognize which of her daughters had walked into the kitchen, “Your sister head out for the day?”

Lynn nodded, going over to the counter to grab her allowance. Two dollars wasn’t bad, it meant she could get snacks from somewhere if this place had a convenience store. Heading back out into the living room, Lynn glanced over at her father to see his face buried in his phone -- figured -- and made a move toward the stairs.

“Whoa whoa whoa, where do you think YOU’RE going?” Lynn turned, confused, as her dad stood up from the couch, “I thought I told you to go out and make friends.”

But Alyssa’s ALREADY outside -- oh shit he didn’t see her leave, god DAMN it dad would it kill you to look up from your phone once in a while?!

Lynn opened her mouth to protest, but let out a surprised noise instead of words as her shoulders were grabbed and she was marched to the door, “It wasn’t a request, it was a COMMAND. Now get out there and make some friends!”

The door was opened and she was shoved out of it, stumbling, and closed behind her before Lynn had a chance to try to dig her heels in. She blinked in the sunlight, looking around.

Well… fuck, now what?

“There he is! Hey, New Kid!” Lynn looked over to see a group of kids probably her age in… some very fanciful clothes coming down the street toward her.

Do you mean me? She tilted her head, pointing at herself.

“Yeah, you!” One of the boys said -- sporting a nasy looking bruise on his cheek. If she didn’t know any better, Lynn would say the kid had gotten on her sister’s bad side, “The Elf King has requested your presence. You can either come quietly or you can fight. But I warn you, I won’t let you off easy this time like I did earlier with the Paladin. You might as well just come with us quietly.”

God damn it Lyssie.

Lynn could feel her heart start to race as she weighed her options:

Option 1: go back inside, deal with dad’s bullshit and him possibly forcing her back out the door AGAIN back into whatever weird ass game was getting played here.

Option 2: Fight the stupid elves. Whatever he’d done to piss Alyssa off, he’d probably deserved it.

Option 3: Go with this group of strangers, explain to their King or whoever that she wasn’t her twin and this was a familiar but annoying case of mistaken identity.

....god she was going to kick her sister’s ass when she saw her. Lynn sighed, coming down off the top step and crossing her arms, raising an eyebrow. The elves all looked surprised -- yeah, they’d definitely run into Alyssa if they’d expected her to dive in fists swinging.

“You chose wisely, New Kid. Come with us.”

I sure fucking hope I did...