06-19-2015, 12:01 AM
The leaves are slowly changing shades, bright greens fading into brilliant hues of red, yellow, and orange. The lanky red colt is striding languidly beneath the vibrant foliage, admiring the way summer had slowly begun to shift into fall. He has no destination in mind as he wanders, other than the faint thought that lingers in the back of his mind that he should meet new horses. That is until he suddenly sways on his feet, his dark eyes closing as he is consumed by blackness.
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An odd sense of disorientation is the first thing that he notices as his eyes open. He glances around, taking in his surroundings. In that moment, disorientation gives way to confusion. The dimly lit space is filled with strange things for which he has no name. Things in which he had no name. As he continues to survey his surroundings, understanding begins to come to him. A slow trickle of knowledge (names, descriptions, uses) that he has no explanation for. How is it that he suddenly knows what these odd things are?
The question might have bothered him more if he hadn’t started noticing that each of toys seemed to be broken or battered in some way. As he continues to stare around, he catches a glimpse of teal and purple from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he sees of his own body for the first time. His dark eyes widen with shock as he takes in the pale, plastic hardness of his sides and the coarse, manufactured stands of his purple and green tail. He shifts his leg, his wide eyes turning to stare in dawning horror at the thick structure that fades from teal to silver. Though the explanation seems entirely impossible, the only conclusion he can come to is that he has become one of these toys.
And that is when it occurs to him what might happen to him if he stays, considering the state of the rest of the toys. He knows in that moment that he must find a way out of this gods forsaken place. Scrambling to his feet, he trips and stumbles into a headless Barbie doll as he does so. With a snort of consternation, he turns his focus back onto his current problem. Or he tries to. Until he realizes that the Barbie had begun to move. The unclothed doll climbs to her feet, turning this way and that as though she was having trouble seeing. In his confusion and surprise, Shan leaps back, only to land himself into a whole pile of Barbies. These ones at least have heads.
As the Barbies all climb to their feet and begin chattering away about shoes and clothes and some poor chap named Ken, an idea begins to form. Taking a deep breath, Shan approaches the group of dolls as they begin pull dresses and shoes out of the nooks and crannies in which they had been tucked.
Hello ladies, he says, drawing their attention to him. I was wondering if you might be willing to assist me? I have a need to leave this place.
The group of Barbies turn and look at him in obvious confusion. Why would you want to leave? one Barbie missing a large swath of hair asks. Another, this one missing an arm, adds, Yeah, it’s sooo nice down here. We have all the accessories we could ask for!
Shannisoran stares at them in consternation, wondering how they could possibly be content here. You don’t want to leave? You’re not worried about losing more limbs? he asks in bafflement. The half-bald doll frowns, tilting her slightly hairless head. Aren’t we supposed to be missing parts? Everyone here is.
The tri-colored colt frowns. Well, no. I don’t think so, he says. And that is when the squabbling starts. Each Barbie seems to have an opinion, and each one is determined to have their say. Shan cringes, wishing for a moment that he had hands with which to cover his ears. When it becomes apparent the Barbies are going to be little help, Shan turns around, searching for another means of escape. That is when his eyes fall onto a bucket of Legos. His dark gaze lights up as inspiration strikes. He rushes over to the bucket, accidentally tripping over a stuffed dog and landing upon the one-eyed stuffed bear next to it in his haste. The dog springs up, barking loudly as it does. As the dog bounds around the box, barking its fool head off as it goes, it knocks the bucket of Legos over. As the bear sits up, it looks at the silver, teal, and purple pony in sympathy.
So sorry about him, little pony friend, the bear drawls in a deep, slow voice. Shan sighs as he stares at the Legos, realizing he has no hands with which to the put the darn things together. Suddenly a thought occurs to him, and his gaze turns to latch onto the friendly one-eyed bear. It’s ok, he’s just energetic. Say, you wouldn’t be willing to give me a hand, would you?
The friendly bear’s string mouth stretches into a smile. Why, of course, my friend. What can I do for you? he drawls in that same slow voice. Shan grins back at him. Well, I really need to get out of this box. I was hoping to build a staircase. Can you help?
The bear nods slowly before lumbering to his feet. Anything for you, little friend. He begins towards the blocks, picking up two and clicking them deliberately together. You should wake up builder Bob and Wendy over there. They can help. They’re fast too.
Nodding, Shannisoran bounds over several toys to land on a toy dump truck. He nudges Bob and Wendy awake, wide eyes fixed upon them as they turn to look at him. Mr. Bear over their sent me to ask for your help. I’m trying to build a staircase.
With a nod, Bob picks up his tool case and says, We can do it! With that, he and Wendy jog across the inert toys and begin to stack Legos together to form a staircase. With a happy grin, Shan turns and leaps out of the dump truck just as it trundles away. Quite by accident, he lands on a doll with tangled blond hair sporting a somewhat mangled plastic crown. He quickly steps off her and onto a stack of blocks. As she comes to life, Shan begins to apologize. Before he can get a word out however, she shrieks.
What have you DONE, you bumbling oaf?!?! Her voice is high pitched with a slightly nasal quality to it. In short, very unpleasant to listen to. Look at this mess you have made of me, you incompetent fool!!
Shannisoran firms his jaw and moves to edge around her, hoping to leave her to her tantrum. But she is much larger than he had originally realized. The worn princess clamors her feet, towering not just over him, but over most of the other toys as well. His mouth dries as fear edges in. She could easily destroy everything. In an act of desperation, he turns and sprints towards the opposite edge of the box, hoping to draw her away from his precious (and rather rickety looking) stairs. Several toys come to life as he runs across them. She shrieks in outrage as she sees him getting away. Reaching out long arms, she plucks him from the ground and tosses him with some force the other direction. The breath is knocked out of him as he lands on a slim ledge. He clings to the small, life-saving strip of wood, praying to whatever gods would listen that he not fall off. Only after he catches his breath does he realize that she has tossed him exactly where he wanted to go.
Unfortunately, she is not yet through with him. She shrieks again in fury as she begins to climb the stairs. The Legos wobble precariously with each step. Her hand snakes out again in an attempt to grab him. He scuttles away along the narrow ledge, dark eyes round with fear as they remain fixed upon her. Just as she reaches out, the stairs collapse. She screams in surprise as she launches herself at the ledge in an effort to catch herself. Her full weight crashes against the lid, causing it to spring open while she flies over the edge. Shan is nearly unbalanced by the sudden absence of the lid. He teeters precariously on the lip of the box before finally, thankfully, catching his balance.
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An odd sense of disorientation is the first thing that he notices as his eyes open. He glances around, taking in his surroundings. In that moment, disorientation gives way to confusion. The dimly lit space is filled with strange things for which he has no name. Things in which he had no name. As he continues to survey his surroundings, understanding begins to come to him. A slow trickle of knowledge (names, descriptions, uses) that he has no explanation for. How is it that he suddenly knows what these odd things are?
The question might have bothered him more if he hadn’t started noticing that each of toys seemed to be broken or battered in some way. As he continues to stare around, he catches a glimpse of teal and purple from the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he sees of his own body for the first time. His dark eyes widen with shock as he takes in the pale, plastic hardness of his sides and the coarse, manufactured stands of his purple and green tail. He shifts his leg, his wide eyes turning to stare in dawning horror at the thick structure that fades from teal to silver. Though the explanation seems entirely impossible, the only conclusion he can come to is that he has become one of these toys.
And that is when it occurs to him what might happen to him if he stays, considering the state of the rest of the toys. He knows in that moment that he must find a way out of this gods forsaken place. Scrambling to his feet, he trips and stumbles into a headless Barbie doll as he does so. With a snort of consternation, he turns his focus back onto his current problem. Or he tries to. Until he realizes that the Barbie had begun to move. The unclothed doll climbs to her feet, turning this way and that as though she was having trouble seeing. In his confusion and surprise, Shan leaps back, only to land himself into a whole pile of Barbies. These ones at least have heads.
As the Barbies all climb to their feet and begin chattering away about shoes and clothes and some poor chap named Ken, an idea begins to form. Taking a deep breath, Shan approaches the group of dolls as they begin pull dresses and shoes out of the nooks and crannies in which they had been tucked.
Hello ladies, he says, drawing their attention to him. I was wondering if you might be willing to assist me? I have a need to leave this place.
The group of Barbies turn and look at him in obvious confusion. Why would you want to leave? one Barbie missing a large swath of hair asks. Another, this one missing an arm, adds, Yeah, it’s sooo nice down here. We have all the accessories we could ask for!
Shannisoran stares at them in consternation, wondering how they could possibly be content here. You don’t want to leave? You’re not worried about losing more limbs? he asks in bafflement. The half-bald doll frowns, tilting her slightly hairless head. Aren’t we supposed to be missing parts? Everyone here is.
The tri-colored colt frowns. Well, no. I don’t think so, he says. And that is when the squabbling starts. Each Barbie seems to have an opinion, and each one is determined to have their say. Shan cringes, wishing for a moment that he had hands with which to cover his ears. When it becomes apparent the Barbies are going to be little help, Shan turns around, searching for another means of escape. That is when his eyes fall onto a bucket of Legos. His dark gaze lights up as inspiration strikes. He rushes over to the bucket, accidentally tripping over a stuffed dog and landing upon the one-eyed stuffed bear next to it in his haste. The dog springs up, barking loudly as it does. As the dog bounds around the box, barking its fool head off as it goes, it knocks the bucket of Legos over. As the bear sits up, it looks at the silver, teal, and purple pony in sympathy.
So sorry about him, little pony friend, the bear drawls in a deep, slow voice. Shan sighs as he stares at the Legos, realizing he has no hands with which to the put the darn things together. Suddenly a thought occurs to him, and his gaze turns to latch onto the friendly one-eyed bear. It’s ok, he’s just energetic. Say, you wouldn’t be willing to give me a hand, would you?
The friendly bear’s string mouth stretches into a smile. Why, of course, my friend. What can I do for you? he drawls in that same slow voice. Shan grins back at him. Well, I really need to get out of this box. I was hoping to build a staircase. Can you help?
The bear nods slowly before lumbering to his feet. Anything for you, little friend. He begins towards the blocks, picking up two and clicking them deliberately together. You should wake up builder Bob and Wendy over there. They can help. They’re fast too.
Nodding, Shannisoran bounds over several toys to land on a toy dump truck. He nudges Bob and Wendy awake, wide eyes fixed upon them as they turn to look at him. Mr. Bear over their sent me to ask for your help. I’m trying to build a staircase.
With a nod, Bob picks up his tool case and says, We can do it! With that, he and Wendy jog across the inert toys and begin to stack Legos together to form a staircase. With a happy grin, Shan turns and leaps out of the dump truck just as it trundles away. Quite by accident, he lands on a doll with tangled blond hair sporting a somewhat mangled plastic crown. He quickly steps off her and onto a stack of blocks. As she comes to life, Shan begins to apologize. Before he can get a word out however, she shrieks.
What have you DONE, you bumbling oaf?!?! Her voice is high pitched with a slightly nasal quality to it. In short, very unpleasant to listen to. Look at this mess you have made of me, you incompetent fool!!
Shannisoran firms his jaw and moves to edge around her, hoping to leave her to her tantrum. But she is much larger than he had originally realized. The worn princess clamors her feet, towering not just over him, but over most of the other toys as well. His mouth dries as fear edges in. She could easily destroy everything. In an act of desperation, he turns and sprints towards the opposite edge of the box, hoping to draw her away from his precious (and rather rickety looking) stairs. Several toys come to life as he runs across them. She shrieks in outrage as she sees him getting away. Reaching out long arms, she plucks him from the ground and tosses him with some force the other direction. The breath is knocked out of him as he lands on a slim ledge. He clings to the small, life-saving strip of wood, praying to whatever gods would listen that he not fall off. Only after he catches his breath does he realize that she has tossed him exactly where he wanted to go.
Unfortunately, she is not yet through with him. She shrieks again in fury as she begins to climb the stairs. The Legos wobble precariously with each step. Her hand snakes out again in an attempt to grab him. He scuttles away along the narrow ledge, dark eyes round with fear as they remain fixed upon her. Just as she reaches out, the stairs collapse. She screams in surprise as she launches herself at the ledge in an effort to catch herself. Her full weight crashes against the lid, causing it to spring open while she flies over the edge. Shan is nearly unbalanced by the sudden absence of the lid. He teeters precariously on the lip of the box before finally, thankfully, catching his balance.