[ON HOLD] I'm not a Doll! (Tiny!FemReader x Nathan Sharp x Matthew Patrick)

1-Escape

A/N- This is the oneshot I wrote that some wanted a second part on, sooooo... over kill? Never.

"Ow, head, okay." You groaned to yourself. The last thing you remember, you were at home going to sleep. Now you were... in a mall. It seemed odd though. Something was off. A foot just as tall as you were stepped in front of you, informing you of what you were missing. Your height.

Everything was huge! You might've been kind of short normally, but this was way too large. Now that you were even more confused, you had to figure out where you were. Spinning around, you seemed to be just outside of a child's toy store. This could mean bad things. You took a step toward the back wall, and hit plastic, and were pushed onto your face by a wall of plastic behind you. Lifting yourself up into a cross legged position, you got your second clue. You were in a plastic box. Lovely. Before you could continue your investigation, you saw a towering girl, 5 or 6 years old you would guess, run over to you and quickly snatch up your box, sending you into a tumbling blur of trying to steady yourself.

"Hey, look what I found!" You heard her voice vibrate through your plastic emprisonment, slightly muffled. Oh god. Was that all you were now? Just a doll?

"Honey, what is it?" You saw a woman come up behind her. The voice sounded familiar. 2 fingers on the top of the box pried you away from the pouting girl, bringing you face to face with the woma- Steph?! When did she have a kid? Shaking away your questions for now, you put your hand on the plastic in front of you.

"H-help me, please!" You called to her, hoping she would understand, or at least notice you were alive. She... smirked in response, nodding. Unexpected, definitely.

"Abby, where'd you find this?" She asked the small child below you, now seeming small seeing as you were many stories above the ground. Uncomfortably high above the ground.

"Just over here... why?" You saw her look up at Steph innocently.

"Someone must've lost this, we have to turn it in. We'll drop by the guys first, okay?" She said, smiling warmly at Abby, and then at you, starting to walk, bouncing inside your box with every step she took. This would take some adjusting to- wait, what did she mean guys? Not, oh no. There was obviously Matt, but who else? She said 'guys' so there must be more than one.

Making it there quickly, you were set on the table, and you pressed your arms againt your thin walls, trying not to fall over, because that would've made you blush even more than you were. Looming above you were 2 men, who you couldn't make out perfectly, but you knew what they both looked like by heart, so it wasn't hard to tell. Matt and Nate. Why was Nate here in the first place?! They did a live stream, but they must've been chatting about something. Planning something.

"What- we don't need a doll Steph. I think we're good." Matt chuckled, shaking his head and inspecting the box and its contents half-heartedly, and you pressed yourself against the back of the box.

"Matt, it's not a doll." You heard Steph say quietly, loud enough for Matt to hear, probably Nate, and you. Abby didn't seem to notice. She was too busy watching a person walking away with a giant teddy bear.

"Wait, actually?" Nate exclaimed, still keeping his voice down, turning to Matt and keeping his eyes on you.

"Nononono..." You muttered under your breath as you tried to push yourself further away, wanting to disappear as your blush deepened.

"There's been..." That was all you could hear as Matt's voice got quieter and you couldn't make it out. Nate nodded and his features softened, looking at you now with curiosity rather than utter confusion.

"So, what, she's actually..." Nate started, and Matt nodded in response, and then smiled down at you.

"I'd proven it to myself, but never really saw the effects." He looked kind but curious. It was terrifying. You knew he wouldn't, like, experiment on you, but it was still creepy. Being such a center of attention. Especially to people you looked up to (now both literally and figuratively.)