Bite Sized

4

Listen up. You're my doll now, okay? So sorry, but I can't fulfill that request of yours."

"Soul will find me! Let me go, let me go!"

Maka squirmed heavily in the loose but firm fist she was being held in.

"Soul? What, is he that boy that used to own you? I don't quite understand why he owns a doll. Boys generally don't."

"I'm not a doll! I'm not!"

"Yeah right. Whatever."

Raichel let herself into her house and went to her room. She tossed Maka into a large dollhouse before closing the house and locking it shut.

"Let me out! Stop this!"

"Just go to sleep. We'll play in the morning."

Raichel put earplugs in her ears and went to bed. Maka darted around the dollhouse in a fit of panic and dismay. She tripped over a Barbie and crashed into a wall, wishing she had her home of cardboard. Sadly realizing her helplessness, Maka crawled into bed and fell asleep sobbing mournfully.

Soul woke up to his headphone alarm clock and rose from bed to get ready for school. Unfortunately, Soul got the shock of his life; Maka was not in her bed. Soul stared blankly, thinking he may have gone crazy. After blinking and rubbing his eyes, Soul realized she really was not in her bed and he screamed.

"Maka! Maka! Maka, where are you? Maka, this is uncool!"

The mentality of the nightstand incident slammed into him along with his own self-induced blame for her getting shrunk in the first place. Soul rushed around to every place Maka could be in his room. Being that his door was closed, Soul knew she couldn't have gotten from this room on her own. And as far as he knew, there was no one else who would take her from the room either. Soul rushed to the bathroom mirror and called Lord Death, praying Spirit wasn't there. When Lord Death answered, Soul saw that Spirit was indeed not there, thank goodness.

"Yo, what's up Soul?"

"Maka is missing! I can't find her anywhere and I just tore apart my room."

"Hmm.that's not good. Okay, stay home and try to find her."

"Okay. Can we not tell Spirit about this?"

"Sure thing Soul, don't worry. Just find Maka."

Death hung up and Soul rushed back to his room to continue tearing it apart. Worry burned in his heart and he found his brain pulsing with internal blame and accusations. It was like he was mentally on trial. Where in the world could she be? What if he never found her?

Meanwhile, mini Maka was exploring her current hell. What kind of weird person built a house like this anyway? It was sickeningly pink and, although Maka liked pink, it was just too much. Pink is nice, but not in very, very, very excessive quantities. Everything, even that stupid bed she had slept on, was hard as rock and quite useless. If people were going to waste time building crap like this, couldn't they at least make it work? No, of course not, because 'dolls' aren't supposed to move and talk. So why did Raichel still think she was a doll? The house had everything and yet, it had nothing. It had absolutely nothing because it was not Maka's home. It was not where she belonged and she had been kidnapped for crying out loud.

She wandered down annoyingly thin pink stairs and found her way into the living room. It contained everything living rooms normally have, except in mini sized and dysfunctional plastic. Walking further, Maka stumbled into the kitchen which, to her horror, was also pink and useless. How the heck was she going to feed herself in a useless house like this? She didn't care, she just wandered off into what she noted seemed to be a library or a study of some kind. Maka's heart sank when she found that every book was painted into the wall and the ones on the plastic table were just posers that didn't even open! Moaning with terrible discontent, Maka made her way back to the living room and wearily sat herself down on a hard couch. What was she supposed to do now?