The chest lid flips open as you push on it, and when you crawl out, the first thing you see is a massive pair of pink shoes, each of them as big as cars to you. You pan your head up, looking at the white pants of the giant's legs that seem to stretch on forever. You pan it further up, to the small pink top, and finally stop as your eyes connect with hers. Those dreaded red eyes squint down at the toy by her feet.
"Well, how about that?" She says, her voice booming in your mind - whether it's the size, the distance, or some weird unusual power of hers is unknown. "My toys don't usually survive that. You're a clever one."
She kneels down, her huge body blotting out the sun (which happens to be the room's ceiling light) and her eyes seem to glow as they stare down at you. You are terrified after her attempt to murder you, but you do your best to hold your breath and keep looking at her, rather than babbling down and crying in fear like most people might. She gives a tiny smile.
"We'll have to play a new game, then."
Oh no. Her first "game" involved trying to kill you, and you've got a feeling that this next "game" won't be that different...
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