Wind Up

Chapter 2, A Cute lil' Shop

Now, seeing such a strange world, she couldn't resist wanting to go out and explore it; wanting to retrieve answers as well. But the note, which was apparently from her father, interfered with this. She decided the decision of whether to go out or not would have to wait. For now, going downstairs would quench her thirst for adventure.

Tink walked over to the stairs leading to the bottom floor, hesitant to go down. She gathered her courage, and walked down, steps gentle. Slowly but surely, the girl reached the bottom floor, looking around around herself.

Why, it was a shop! Not huge, but moderately big. On the right wall, was a variety of small toys and trinkets, almost as beautiful as the ones in her room. Beside it, was a variety of different colored, glowing objects. Some were flowers, some buttons, some daggers; All in jars, labeled with different personality traits. The shelf they were located on was labeled 'Souls'.

But taking up the most room, filling the left wall was.. Strange, to say the least.

In large glass cases, were some things she saw outside; some of the child sized stuffed animals, standing upright, unmoving. She also saw what looked like humans, but with cloth skin and button or glass eyes. But some of them stood out.

The ones that stood out looked somewhat shiny and well dressed. Now that she thinks about it, /she/ looks somewhat shiny. And not to be egotistical, but well dressed, if she does say so. (Yes she does!). Tink tapped on her skin, noticing it's luster, and how it made a noise like glass touching glass when her fingers met it. Reading the label on one of the cases, it read 'Porcelain Doll; Ask for wind-up version."

Perhaps these are what she is, thought she. Tink wondered as to why they weren't moving, like the ones outside. But she pushed that aside, looking towards the storefront windows. The same, rather nice looking kind of curtains that she saw upstairs was pulled over so no one could look inside. The sign on the door could be inferred to read closed, as the 'open' side faced inside.

...Oh no.

Tink was interrupted by a noise.

A door handle shake, someone was trying to get inside! She turned her attention towards the door behind the counter, which the noise was coming from, and quickly hid under the staircase.