you run down the run down halls panting heavily as you look behind you for twisted pebble…he’s hot on your tail and you don’t even notice who’s in front of you…bam. You sink into a soft fluffy Christmas sweater and look up to see twisted Bobette looming over your small in comparison form…they pick you up and grin

Bobette: “let’s get you packaged UP”

a empty present box appears under you and your dropped inside the padded interior and sealed in… you feel the box being picked up as Bobette takes you to the other twisteds…god you f!cked up