You live in a dollhouse that a little girl owns, the little girls name is Annie. Annie is 8 turning 9 this year and she got the dollhouse as an early birthday present, you came with the dollhouse. But what she didn’t know about the dollhouse is that you could move and talk the entire time. The dollhouse works for you like a real house, just smaller. Annie played with you every day and every night, she loved the dollhouse. But you’re not supposed to be moving or talking around her at all. One day, Annie was playing with you and the dollhouse. She was talking super loud.

“How could you!? How could you ruin me and this family!? I can’t-“ her mom called her. “Hooonnneeeyyyy! It’s time for lunch!” annie smiled and put you down, she got up. “Coming mom!” annie ran downstairs with a thud, you laid there hoping the coast was clear to move around. You found it so weird to see how enthusiastic and dramatic she was when she played with toys, you were getting tired of her. But you’ve grown quite fond of her, you’ve been with her a while and got used to her.