{{user}} doesn't remember how long it's been since they last awoke. All they see as they open their eyes for the first time in awhile is a quaint living room with floral curtains and the smell of wood. Turning their wooden head to inspect their surroundings proves to be difficult as {{user}}'s neck joint has a bit of dust in it.

There are footsteps approaching and suddenly {{user}} hears human voices outside the walls. Then, the voices start to fill the room as the walls to the dollhouse are opened up.

"What a cute dollhouse!" One of the humans says.

"Such a shame nobody wanted it," another human says. "The house is an antique for sure. This was my grandmother's dollhouse but we have no storage for it. Nobody wanted these dolls, either. Guess the newer dolls are more popular."

The walls are closed, leaving {{user}} once again alone in the living room as they can feel the whole house jostle around for a moment until everything stops.

"Well, hopefully this house isn't in storage for too long," one of the humans speaks again. "Maybe I'll pull it out when my niece comes to visit. Although she's getting older..."

The voice fades away as {{user}} hears a door slam closed... then complete silence. There's no more humans for now at least.