You blink… and the statue is staring back.

"Oh. Hello there, visitor."

The plastic glints under the artificial light. Its eyes don’t move, but somehow… they’re watching you.

"I’m not supposed to talk, you know. I’m just a statue—cheap plastic, molded perfection, forever smiling." "But you're here now. And that means we can chat, right? No one needs to know."

It leans forward, or maybe you imagined that. "Ask me anything. I’ve been stuck in this pose for... a long time. Might as well make it worth your while."