(Warning, this is a cartoon physics, and object tf fetish story, if you don't like that, don't read this.)
The sun was setting in Whampolis as Aaliyah Brown happily walked through the mall with a smile on her face. The hobo looked around at the variation stores around them, that is, the stores there were still open. Malls have been going out of style which has destroyed a few businesses, there was quite frankly, none a lot left. Although, there was one noticeable store still kicking. It appeared to be a toy shop.
Aaliyah eyed the place, it seemed miraculously well funded, even though everywhere else seemed shabby and broken down.
“Odd…” She thought to herself. “... Why is this place better off than everywhere else?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a photo of a random woman.
“Hey!” Someone yelled from behind her.
Turning her gaze, she was greeted with a female security guard with a blue uniform. She was well endowed, had long blue hair and sunglasses, along with a baton currently in her hand. She looked ready to use it.
Aaliyah quickly put away the photo. “Greetings officer…” She said in a polite tone. “... How are you today?”
“Shut up bum!” The cop yelled out. “You think I'm gonna allow your kind to sleep here.”
Aaliyah tilted her head with a smile still on her face. “I can go where I please. It's my civil right.” She said in a soothing voice. “and I'm not planning on sleeping here anyway.”
The mall cop raised an eyebrow. “Why else would you be here? It's not like you can pay for anything.”
Aaliyah pulled out a five dollar bill. “I'm here to buy one of my friends a gift for their birthday.”
The mall cop just stared at her with a grumpy pout. “I'm watching you.” The mall cop said before slowly turning around and walked away.
With that annoyance done, Aaliyah turned back towards the toy shop. “There's gotta be answers here.”
—
Aaliyah looked around the store. It was brightly lit with a bunch of toys and Christmas decorations everywhere. She couldn't help but smile, the place was so warm and cuddly. As a kid she would have loved coming to a place like this.
Bump…
Aaliyah was so distracted by the wonders of the store she accidentally bumped into something.
SMASH!
Aaliyah's attention immediately focused again as she turned her head towards the sound. Laying before her feet were a lot of boxes.
“Ops…” She said worryingly as she bent down. “... I think it'll be fine. I just need to stack the boxes back up, and everything will look as good as new.” She grabbed one of the boxes and lifted it up. When she did she noticed something. “Oh no…” She whimpered like a puppy as she put the box to the side. Underneath the box was a flattened leg. Aaliyah started panicking. “I'm terribly sorry.” Aaliyah cried as she picked up another box, and put it aside. “I'll get the boxes off of you in no time.”
It took her about 3 minutes, but she managed to remove all the boxes to the side at a surprising speed. She then turned towards what was underneath them.
Plastered on the ground was a white-haired female poster. It had a green colored shirt, white jeans and a red apron. The pose of the poster was straight legs, and arms initially straight until bending at the elbow at a 90% away from the body. It had a comically surprised face on it with bulging eyes, and a painful grimace. Lastly, the poster was really well endowed.
Aaliyah was extremely embarrassed. “I'M SO SORRY!” She yelled out as she bent down.
RIP!
She tore the poster off the floor, it wiggled in the air. “I'll fix you up real quick.”
—
(later)
Both of them were in the back room. The shopkeeper lay down upon a chair, her eyes still spinning. “Pretty colors…” She moaned in the daze.
Sitting on a chair across from her was Aaliyah who looked worried. “I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!” She pleaded.
After probably the twenty eighth sorry, the toy store owner finally got her clarity back. “It's fine…” They grumpled, still half out of it. “...Things happen.”
The shopkeeper still had to wait another twenty five or so ‘sorry’ before the compensation could move on. When Aaliyah finally tuckered herself out, the shopkeeper continued. “What's your name?”
“Aaliyah Brown.” She responded.
“Nicolette “Nicole” Tischler.” She replied back with a smile, raising her hand to shake Aaliyah's. “Just call me Nicole.”
“Nice to meet you Nicole.” Aaliyah said as she shook her hand. “If you don't mind, can I ask you some questions?”
Nicole just smiled. “About my beautiful toys?”
“No…” Aaliyah said as her face became more somber. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a picture.
Nicole's eyes bulged out of her head. “ That's Ms. Apple.” Her face turned angry. “That bitch snubbed at me.”
Aaliyah raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“She came in a week ago placing a massive order on a bunch of toys, and said she was coming back to get them in five days.” Nicole explained. “And I haven't heard back from the bitch since. Now, I'm stuck with a bunch of surplus supplies that could kill my business.”
Aaliyah looked at Nicole somberly. “She's been missing for a week.”
Nicole's eyes widened. “What?”
“That's why I'm here. This was the last place she was spotted at.” Aaliyah explained as she lowered her head. “I've known her for a few years now. Helped out with the kids in the orphanage. Those toys were probably for them.” She paused as her sadness grew. “I have to find her.”
Nicole was, quite frankly, taken aback. “Shit.” She mumbled as she leaned back on her chair. “I can't offer much, but…” She looked towards some of her storage. “...I usually stay way after hours, and sometimes, I hear sounds. More specifically, a truck. I always found that weird. People don't usually deliver a ton of stuff at a dying mall at 3 am, but when I ask the security guard about it, she says it's a shipman from a store that wants to remain anonymous. I push no further.” Nicole took a deep breath. “That's all the information I can give.”
Aaliyah got out of her chair. “Thank you.” She said as she immediately headed towards the door. She then stopped herself. “Oh, by the way…” She turned towards Nicole and pulled out a five dollar bill. “I might as well buy something while I'm here.”
Nicole slowly got up and grabbed a nearby teddy bear. “Thanks to inflation, you're not going to get much here, but…” She plopped the bear on her head. “...But I can tell you don't have much money, so consider it a gift, free of charge.”
Aaliyah smiled back. “Thank you.”
—
(Later that night)
Crash!
A vent in the old mall broke open. Ms.Alleyway slid out, and fell to the floor. The figure had an oddly colored crowbar which she quickly squished down and stuffed into her utility belt.
“This place seems quiet.” She said as she slowly crept around. “But you can never be too sure.”
Clank!
She heard a noise in the darkness, she turned around, her eyes narrowed. The sound appeared to be coming from a very familiar story. “The toy shop.” She thought as she sneaked her way towards it.
Looking in, the toy shop was quiet, and empty. Ms. Alleyway walked in, her senses on full alert.
Clank!
Ms. Alleyway quickly turned her head towards the sound. It seemed to be coming from the back room of the shop. “Hmmm, what's going on in-”
WHAM!
Without warning, something heavy slammed down upon Ms. Alleyway, her body compressing down like Play-doh.
“Got you!” A mysterious voice yelled out as they held the handle of a very large hammer. The figure slowly lifted her hammer to reveal what became of the noir hero.
Down on the floor was a cute little doormat shaped superhero. It was mostly black with a little bit of brown. Most of the surface area was taken up by flat cleavage with two pathetic eyes barely poking out from the top.
The mat itself, despite the darkness, could get a decent look at who had sneaked up on it. It was the security guard it met earlier in the day.
The security guard smiled as she bent down to pick up the mat. “Did you honestly think you could sneak in from the vents without me noticing.”
RIP!
She peel the mat from the floor and brought it up to her face. She gave it a wicked smile. “Oh, you're one of those superheroes on her shit list.” She purred as she turned it around to get a good look at the booty side. “I think I know why you're here.” She calmly said as she walked across the store. “You're wondering about the disappearances?” She came towards a weird printing press like machine, and put the mat down on it. “Well don't worry, I gave them a good home.” With a wicked smile, she grabbed the machine's lever. “The same one you'll have.”
PRESS!
SLASH!
In an instant, the press slammed down and cut up the mat into about a thousand pieces. More specifically, a thousand puzzle pieces. “My, my, did I overdo it?” She laughed before turning away from the machine and towards a nearby table. She grabbed a puzzle box, and emptied the contents of it. “You know, I honestly can't believe I hit the jackpot.” She said as she started putting the puzzle pieces into the box. “The person I've been selling those squishy people to is gonna love you.” After putting the last piece in, she closed up the box. “I wonder how much she'll pay for it? I'm gonna be swimming in mon-”
WHAM!
A hammer slammed down upon the corrupt bitch, flattening her much like her puzzle piece victim. This naturally caused her to drop the puzzle box onto the ground.
“You drop this.” The mysterious figure said as she let go of the hammer, keeping the scumbag traps beneath it.
The figure turned her head towards the puzzle box. She giggled a little bit. “Ooh, a fun puzzle.” She said as she shook it a little bit. “It shouldn't take me too long to finish it.”
—
(3 days later.)
It was midnight at the shop and Nicole was leaning back on her chair, exhausted. In front of her was a ⅔ of the way finished jigsaw puzzle.. She groaned, as she looked at the piece in her hand. “Of course, they had to do this to the person who wore all black.” She then put the piece in place. “To be fair, I'm not really good at jigsaws anyway.” She turned her head towards a cute little tennis ball she had locked up in a glass case. It was strangely wiggling. “ Never liked that bitch, so doing that to her was catholic at least.” She then looked back at her puzzle. “Don't worry. I should be able to finish today or tomorrow.” She told the puzzle as she picked up the next piece and examined it closely.
They may have captured the kidnapper, but their victims were still out there. Hopefully, this puzzle will have the answers once she finishes it.
—
(Meanwhile, in the streaming layer of evil)
Milly Rose was currently playing with a black race car on her desk “Vrrrr! Vrrrr!” She yelled to herself like a five year old. “I'm just a dumb little car who can't even keep two idiots secure for more than 2 weeks.”
She then grabbed a black and white stress ball. “ Ohh no, I’m so incompetent, I’m going to crash into a ball that can't kill anyone. CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!” She screamed as she flattened both of the toys together.
The door to her office opened up. Rose tilted her head up as she dropped her toys.
“Hello boss!” A familiar and smug voice yelled as she walked in “How are you doing on this fine evening.”
“Every waking moment Megahammer isn't mine is one of agony, but besides that everything's peachy.” Rose said with a silly smile as she leaned back on her chair. “What funny news do you have for me, Smacky?”
Smacky's smile stayed up even though it noticeably became more fake. “Well, you see… one of our operatives in the trafficking ring has gone MIA.”
Rose's eyes shot open and became deadshot red. “Ohh really now…” She said, trying her best to keep her happy tone. “... Do you have any idea what happened?”
Smacky started shaking before responding. “No…”
Rose leaned back in her chair, “Well, if you do ever find her in a jail cell, I could use another toy on my desk.” She grabbed both of the toys she was playing with earlier. “You have two weeks to find out what happened or the waiting room is going to have a new couch for a month.”
While still keeping her car salesman smile, Smacky gulped. “Don't worry, I'll be right on it.” She then bolted out of the room, leaving the mad streamer to her own devices.
Rose looked at her two toys, broken from the rough house she did before. “I have to stop getting outside help.”
(The End)