Toyinfestation

Toyinfestation

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"Ofcourse one believes a very frustrated six year old about a talking headless Barbie doll. All I got was an earful about how bad a brother I was and the next day I didn't get any fudge for breakfast. Because I was SUCH a bad boy, making excuses to cover up after myself. But I know. About them. The voices in the dolls. And they won't let me go." There's something sinister or maybe just wrong with Anthony's little 'ability'. Toys have been coming alive around him ever since he could remember. He hadn't actually told anyone about - except that one time, and look how that had turned out - no fudge for breakfast. Was he crazy? Possibly, but he didn't exactly have a family history of sanity. He doesn't know why, or how it first started and he was fine with that. Safe, cautious nice boy falls into a warped new world when a certain feisty and annoying little doll shows up as his birthday present, asking: no, demanding that he help her. Dolls weren't supposed to talk, they were supposed to be toylike and nice - like in Toystory. They weren't supposed to come outright and claim to have once been alive, and he wasn't supposed to believe that or fall off of the face of the planet. But things happen. They always do. Just when Anthony though his term break was going to be spent at another boring desk job, things take a dive for the exact opposite of boring.
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I see you're awake finally. Let me explain, I'm the overseer, and my name is Hayley, I will guide you on your journey through this time era. Your name is Lexi, you needn't know you second name as it is useless now. That girl you are staring at is you, and you don't know anything because I made sure of that." The voice of which belongs to the person known as Hayley, booms through the room with a posh accent but audibly angry... Why was she angry with me? "As of now people are dying evidently people become depressed and aggressive to one and other. They all used to live in harmony and happiness, that was until the 'things started to raise. The 'things' are as you would call it zombies but of greater skill. They disguise themselves as humans yet they will not hesitate to kill you and eat you. If someone is a 'thing', automatically presume them dead, or at least soon to be dead. It will always take about 2 weeks to become fully changed, hopefully you can chop of that body part in time for the infection to stop. If you can't, put an end to your soon to be painful and horrible turn/death. These beings as I announced only a moment ago, look exactly like a human, two way to tell if they are one or not, their attitude and their eyes. They don't have emotions, only hunger and let me tell you, they will go out of their way to eat you, they will speak but it will sound different... Deformed almost. The eyes are usually the first to become infected, they become slightly red at first, as time progresses so does the intensity of the color red in the eye. The color in their eyes they once possessed, will seem dull, it will seem as if they are unfocused or unfamiliar with their surroundings. That is all I can tell you for the moment Lexi, but know their are people waiting for your arrival, and we are waiting for you to end this suffering race." I could tell something was off putting about her voice, as if she was lying straight through her teeth

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