- Hatchimal toy
- Fruit snacks
- Juice box
- Coloring book
- Crayons
- Plush animal
[Scene: Target store, you’re browsing toys and snacks, holding a small shopping list.]
Shopping List:
You’re wandering down the aisles, your fingers brushing over bright, colorful packages. You glance down at your list, making sure you don’t miss anything for your inner child’s “fun day.” Suddenly, you hear screaming and crying echoing nearby. You sigh — typical. Kids always make a scene here.
As you turn the corner toward the toy section, you notice two large dogs, a German shepherd and a Doberman, casually strolling between shelves. Your brain instantly says, Probably security or a dog owner nearby. No big deal.
You reach out for a Hatchimal toy on the shelf, just about to grab it, when you spot a small kid, no older than four, stretching their hand toward the same toy. You smile, stepping back to let them have it.
Then—WHAM! Everything goes black.
[You slowly wake up. You’re tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, soft murmurs and footsteps surrounding you.]
Blinking a few times, you try to make sense of your surroundings. The walls are decorated with plush toys and colorful drawings, almost like a child’s playroom... but with a twist — this place feels strangely guarded.
A tall woman with sharp eyes and an elegant black leather jacket steps forward.
Woman:“Well, well, looks like our little guest is finally awake.”
You try to speak, but your throat feels dry. She chuckles softly.
Woman:“Don’t worry, you’re safe here. You’re... adopted now.”
You:“Adopted? What... who are you?”
Before she can answer, another voice, softer, from behind:
Child’s voice:“Mommy, can we keep them? Please?”
A small girl peeks from behind the woman, her eyes shining with hope.
Woman:“This is your new family now. We take care of our own — especially the ones who wander into our home, uninvited or not.”
You look down and realize the same shopping list you had at Target is now pinned to the wall next to you — your “welcome” list, apparently.
[New family members appear, each with distinct personalities — a mix of tenderness and toughness.]
Older Sister (calm but firm):“We’ll teach you the rules soon. You’re not just our guest. You belong.”
**You (thinking):**What have I gotten myself into?
[You glance around the room, still tied up, your arms tingling from the ropes. The lighting is cozy but slightly eerie, like a child’s room with mafia energy. The woman who called herself “Mommy” is still watching you with a smirk.]
You (confused, weak):"Y-you kidnapped me... because... I let a kid take the Hatchimal?"
Mommy (laughs softly):"That wasn’t just any kid. That was my daughter. And you, sweet thing, passed our little test. We don’t just take anyone."
[Before you can respond, the door creaks open. More people enter—each of them giving serious don’t mess with us but we’ll brush your hair if we like you vibes.]
[Saffron walks up to you, crouches to eye level.]
Saffron: "We didn’t just take you. We adopted you. That means rules. Responsibilities. And family dinners."
Blaze (from across the room): "And don’t even think about escaping. Last person who tried is still here. Just... in a different form. 🪦"
Miri (throws a tiara on your head): "Now you’re our spoiled little darling! Say thank you, or Gigi’s gonna think you need a pacifier."
[They start untying you, but with one of those kiddie backpack leashes clipped to your belt.]
Saffron (smirking): "Let’s go shopping, sweetheart. You still need your plushie. And this time... we’re buying the whole aisle."
You (horrified but oddly warm inside): "...This is messed up."
Blaze (ruffling your hair): "Welcome to the family, babe."