Squeek left her room to get herself some dinner. But as she left, the Nendoroid started to glow brightly. As the glowing faded, Squeek's empty room was still quiet, with nobody present. However, after a few minutes, the Nendoroid inside the box suddenly blinked, then its eyes started to shift and move. After a few moments, the eyes shined, showing that there was now a consciousness within the toy. As the eyes moved, the mouth started to open, uttering a faint sound.


Namida: Wha.....what the...


Namida's eyes moved around again, this time taking in what was around her, as she started to move her head left and right.


Namida: What's going on?


Namida started to move her arms, but only moved them a little after they hit whatever was preventing her from moving them all the way.


Namida: And how in the world did I get so SMALL!


Namida could see that she was inside of a box, with plastic molds surrounding her at the front, and behind her. As for what she could see, she saw she was inside someone's room, but could only see the top area and the ceiling of the room.


Namida: I thought........but the War.......just........what in the world is going on?


Namida had a lot of questions racing through her mind, but knew she wouldn't get anywhere staying where she was.


Namida: Well first things first. I need to break out of this box.


Namida turned her head to the left, and then to the right. When she was able to turn her head, she spotted the two weapons she had with her when she fought in the Keyblade war. Her Keyblade, and the sword she had with her since she was summoned to Daybreak Town. Namida retracted her right arm as much as she possibly could in the cramped space that was currently her prison, and straightened her right arm outward, breaking part of the plastic moulding and grabbing hold of the metal Keyblade. When she did, she immediately released her grip on the weapon, and started to rip the plastic wall upwards, making the tear bigger. After reaching as high as she could, she gripped the Keyblade and pulled it towards her, jiggling it out of it's mold and into her right hand.


Namida: Now to get my sword.


Namida retracted her left arm as much as she possibly could in the cramped space that was still currently her prison, and straightened her left arm outward, breaking part of the plastic moulding and grabbing hold of the metal sword. When she did, she immediately released her grip on the weapon, and started to rip the plastic wall upwards, making the tear bigger. After reaching as high as she could, she gripped the sword and pulled it towards her, jiggling it out of it's mold and into her left hand.


Namida: Now to get out of here!


Namida took the tip of the Keyblade and sword, where she slowly poked a hole at the plastic mold in front of her. She then started to bring them down and formed a tear in font of her. When she made the tear, she poked a hole in front of her again, this time tearing a hole into thick plastic film that was glued to the box. Namida brought her Keyblade and sword down, making a tear through the film. With this opening made, Namida thrust her legs forward, freeing her legs from the crevices of the plastic mold. She then made her way through the tears, and freed herself from her box prison.


Namida: Okay. I have my Keyblade and my sword. Good thing they're made out of metal. But now to figure out what is going on. And why am I so small for?


Namida started to walk to her right, but as she did, she came across another box that had a figure inside of it. With the thick plastic film, she was able to see her reflection, which in turn made her feel freaked out. Namida saw herself, but she was not just small, she was a toy herself. She saw the joints on her arms and legs, and could see that they were completely visible. Her clothing was infused with her body, as well as the hat that was on top of her head. But what she mostly noticed, was that she was not as flexible as she wanted to be. Granted, she was able to move her arms and legs no problem, but she was jot able to twist her back at all.


Namida: Just....what is going on? Why am I a toy?!


Namida had many questions as to what she has discovered and her current situation. But she knew she wouldn't find any answers or get anywhere by just standing around.


Namida: This is no time to freak out. I need to figure out where am I, and see if I can find some clues as to what happened to me. But I wonder what happened to the others. I just hope they're alright.


Namida looked out towards the room, and could see that she was on a shelf. But when she walked close to the edge, she bent her entire body 90 degrees, and saw that she was at the highest shelf in the room, with a very long drop down to a computer desk awaiting her if she were to fall.


Namida: Yup. Not ready to die. Again.


Namida backed away from the edge, and tried to think of a way to get down without falling to her doom. This was when she had an idea. Namida walked to the side end of the shelf, bent her body down, and looked downward. This was where she saw the side end of the computer desk. She got back up, and backed away from the edge.


Namida: Okay. So at the side, there's the outer end, and a deeper drop to the floor. But there is a way I can get down. Only thing is, can I actually do it?


Artwork by  Shonuff44


Namida Asa (Anthro form) belongs to Me, designed by darkchaser ( https://www.deviantart.com/darkchaser ) and adopted from justsomecatheu ( https://www.deviantart.com/justsomecatheu )


Squeek belongs to  Shonuff44


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