Toy's will be Toy's

Play time: Where the fun begins.

Tom finally found his way down to the basement. His heart beat had long since steadied, and he was now thinking straight again. He walked around the small area, which couldn't look any creepier what with the lack of decent wall paper which was now fading and pealing itself from the walls and in high need of a decent floor which didn't have any tiles or carpets, only pure earth. Nothing fancy, just dirt. Eventually he found the crappy wooden door which lead to the reasonably large room behind it. He stuck the key into the lock and turned the mechanisms inside. Once the door was unlocked he pushed it open and went inside.

The room wasn't too big, but it was certainly big enough. There were toy's piled in clumps all over the floor. There were truly a lot of toy's, which was going to make it difficult to find the toy he was looking for. But as they say it's always best to begin where you started. So with that Tom got down on his hands and knees and began his search.

It took Tom about and hour to finally find the darn thing he was looking for. It was in a clump all the way on the far side of the room. The doll was only about as big as Toms forearm, and had a nice tan ceramic skin. It also had a royal blue jacket with a short red cape tide around it's neck. In it's right had it held it's plastic sword which came with it. Tom kissed the dolls forehead, and started walking back toward the door, when something caught his pants leg. He looked down and saw that some action figures hand was sticking out of a pile that Tom was walking past, and it must have caught on to his pants leg. Tom bent down and grabbed the toy's wrist with his free hand. Just as he did this he felt a small but painful prick on the hand holding the prince doll. Tom yelled out in pain and dropped the doll. He heard it clatter behind him, causing him to quickly look over to it in fear. He feared that it was broken.

It wasn't broken. And Tom would soon hope that it had been. Tom looked back at his pants leg and moved the toy's hand from his pants. Just as he started to get up he felt a small pinch on his thumb. He looked back down at the pile where the toy had grabbed his pants and saw that the same toy was now holding onto the skin of his thumb. Tom bent down closer to investigate, and saw that the toy was indeed holding onto his thumb, but he soon realized that it shouldn't be able to do anything like that. The stupid toy didn't have flexible hands. Heck it didn't even have flexible arms, so he wasn't even sure how it grabbed his pants. But he soon had his answer.

The pile that the toy was from, which was now eye level with Tom, began to shake. No it wasn't shaking. Tom realized that it was moving. And just as he realized that, a few of the closer toys to him lept from the pile and landed on his shoulders and chest. This pushed him back, and made him fall on his ass. Then toys from other piles around him joined their inanimate brothers on his shoulders, completely pulling him to the ground. Soon toy's from many of the other piles came to life as well and helped to others pin him to the ground. They held onto every inch of him that they could, whether it be skin or clothing. He could feel a few of them stabbing him with something, but he couldn't see what it was.

Once he was completely restrained, the very prince doll that he came down looking for, climbed up onto his stomach and looked him right in the eyes. He could tell that, even though it lacked facial expression, it was very pissed. After staring him down the prince wave his arm and signaled for several of the toys, which were sitting on the side waiting for something to do, to join him. They climbed on top of Tom and walked over to his mouth. They pried it open, and held it there like a brace. Then another toy, which was actually a very muscular toy, climbed up as well carrying a bag. It walked onto Toms face as well, but this one stayed on his forehead.

The Prince motioned a second time, and this time two toy's carrying a etchesketch, climbed up. They walked over to Toms face as well, but they stopped at the neck. They positioned the etchesketch in a way that would allow Tom to see what ever message they drew.

They didn't draw any messages. It drew it's self. The first message was "Hi"

Tom waited for something else to happen. And when nothing did he finally replied "Hello"

The etchesketch quickly drew up the next message which was "Did you know toy's have feelings?"

Tom was catching on now. Even though he wasn't even sure he was sane at the moment he still replied "No"

"We do Tom" It replied. "We really do"... "And we don't like to be ignored"

"I didn't mean to-"

"No Tom you never played with us."... "So now we will play with you"

And with that they walked the etchesketch back off, and out of view. Then the prince nodded his head, and the toy with the bag walked up to Toms nose. It opened the bag and began tilting it toward Toms mouth. Tom instantly then remembered what was in the bag. That was a bag of medium sized metal jacks. In fear Tom began shacking and struggling to get free of the toy's which were holding him to the ground. However there was little to no give. But that didn't stop his continued struggle. Eventually the jacks started falling into his mouth. Only two made it in before he finally gained a little upper hand. As the jacks tore up his throat on their way down, he pulled his left arm free of the toy's. A few were still clinging on to his arm, but that didn't stop him from pulling his right arm free, and then using his right arm to pull the remaining ones off of his left arm. Then he sat up, and freed his remaining limbs from the grasp of the toy's. Once he was free he bolted for the door. As he did toy's continued to jump from their piles in an attempt to slow him down. Their attempts were not successful and he soon made it out of the room and slammed the door closed. He laid against the door, taking a brief rest.

As he laid up against the door trying to catch his breath he found himself resisting the urge to open the door once more, just to see if he had imagined the whole thing. He might have done so to if things had gone differently at that very moment. At that very moment something started banging against the door.

Tom jumped up from his sitting position and backed away from the door. The pounding against the door continued at a disturbing rate. Curiosity once more got the better of Tom and he started inching his way back towards the door. Which in it's own rite was a bad enough idea as it was, but he had never been well known for making good decisions. And in a situation like this one, that could prove to be a fatal flaw.

Tom slowly walked closer and closer to the closed door. The banging continued the whole time. It wasn't until he was only a foot away from the door that the banging stopped. Tom knelt down in front of the door and examined a spot on the door where it was beginning to bulge. He looked at the bulge curiously, not even noticing that the banging had stopped. After only 40 seconds of starring the bulge broke out, and from the hole emerged the head of a jack in the box. It happened so quickly that all Tom had time to do was jump back, even then he still took damage. Some splinters from the door had found their way into his left eye, effectively blinding him in that eye. In reflex he covered his left eye with his right hand, and watched through the one that still worked right as a stream of toy's climbed out of the hole, and began massing themselves outside.

Tom now knew that it was no dream. He got back up and ran. He ran back up to the main rooms, and began pounding on random doors, in an effort to get someones help. But no one opened their doors for him. All he could do was continue to run, and hope that those toy's couldn't catch up to him. Eventually he found his way back to his own room, and forced his way inside. Once inside he slammed the door closed and began piling everything he had against the door. He just kept reaching out randomly and putting things against the door in an attempt to make a barricade. Until one of the thing he randomly grabbed was a toy. He looked at the prince toy that was now in his hand, and then turned to look behind him. Behind him in his own room was a mob of toy's of many different shapes and sizes. Tom looked back at the door that he had barricaded, and realized that he didn't have nearly enough time to move all of the junk. He then turned back to the toy's and waited. Waited for them to play with him.