With her movement gone for good, Sammie felt herself topple back, falling into a heap across the table. Glancing up at the sky, she tried to get back up but her cloth legs wouldn’t listen. “Hey, someone left their doll over here!” she heard the same voice from earlier call out. Up to that point Sammie had been calling for help internally but now she realized what someone finding her meant. ‘They’re just going to think I’m just another doll, I’ll probably end up in the trash, or in the hands of some little kid until she gets bored of playing with me,” she shuttered briefly at the thought of even being played with; being treated like nothing more than the object she now was. Panicking, she found herself stop as someone stepped into her fixed gaze. It was Riley. Picking her up with both hands, Riley glanced around to look for the voice he heard before looking back to the doll. Toying with her dangling arms briefly, he smiled. “Cute doll, wonder if that one girl left her here,” he started, looking into the doll’s cloth eyes. “Oh well, if I see her in class I’ll give her back. If not, might as well keep you for myself,” he said with a chuckle, tossing the doll into his shoulder bag before walking off.
Tumbling back and forth in the bag with the rest of Riley’s belongings, Sammie knew she should be terrified, but for some reason she wasn’t. “He, he wants to keep me? I get to be his?” She found herself thinking, innocently thinking about what it would be like being Riley’s new doll. “And he called me cute!” Smiling to herself internally, all she could think about was how nice it was to be his hands. At that the girl’s thoughts of getting away or turning back ceased, her mind starting to fit her new plush form. “I’m in Riley’s bag, with Riley’s possessions, and I’m a doll. So I must be Riley’s doll!” she thought internally, quick to accept her new role. After all, she was a doll, and now she was her crush’s doll! What more could a toy want?