Ford F250

Chapter 3

        You were squirming and kicking around, not knowing who had picked you up or where you were going. You tried to turn your head to see, but your head was held in place by the giant hand covering your mouth. All you could see was a gray, fuzzy arm, and a giant paw. 'That stupid mouse..' You thought to yourself. You knew from the start that it would be a horrible idea to take pictures with the giant rodent. Now look where you ended up.

       You were soon trapped in a dim little room. It looked as though it were an office. It had a brown desk, and a small lamp. It wasn't much of a light source, but it lit the room up enough so you could see what was around you. The desk also had plenty of pictures of the same boring, but attractive young man. He looked pretty good for someone who looked like his favorite past time was being at an academics club.

     "Hey there [Y/N]~" the mouse whispered in your ear, seductively. You jumped, forgetting he was there. Of course, the mouse was the one to interrupt your thought process. You sighed. "What?" you asked the mouse mascot, a tone of annoyance in your voice. You didn't want to cooperate. Was this some sick joke that your mother was playing on you?

      "Do you know where you are, my tiny man?" the rodent was just as annoying as your [little/big] [sibling], [Sibling/Name]. "Yes, I'm clearly in Chuck E Cheese." you responded, still annoyed. You were hoping that if you were annoyed enough, he would leave you alone and let you go back to your mother and uncle. The older aged mouse giggled. "No, you stupid boy. Do you know where in the Chuck E Cheese you are?"
      You didn't understand why the rodent called you stupid. You were only seven, and you were probably already smarter than the aging mouse mascot ever would be. Also, it wasn't a great idea to insult someone and expect them to cooperate. You shook your head in response to him.

       "You're in the lost and found office. My office. I run this department. And I found you. You're what I was missing." He had a seductive tone. "I'm not lost. I'm with my mother. You stole me." you responded, rather calmly. The rodent laughed again. You found his laugh annoying. You wanted to go home and play with your new dinosaur toys. You were also rather tired. "You aren't with your mother, tiny man. You're with me. Your mother left an hour ago." You snarled at the mouse's remark. "Liar!" you shout. "I'm no liar. I saw your mother and your twisted uncle walk out the door after all of your friends left. They both got into your white ford, and drove away." He explained to you.

You shook your head. You didn't believe that your mother would leave without you! She loves you! It was your birthday!! But the rodent must have been right. You hadn't seen your family or your friends in what was probably hours. The rodent also guessed that your mother owned a white ford truck. He must have been right. Your mother must have actually left without you.