**Make note, the speech in this, I made as realistic as possible. It does involve cursing, so be prepared. This is for those who might not like cursing, and just in general. ** Read and enjoy!
You saw from afar two girls who looked to be either in the range of fourteen to sixteen years old.Both of the girls were dressed very punk rock like, with their brown and brunette hair being wavy and frizzy.
They walked up to you along with the rest of your surroundings. They immediately pulled out their phones and you acted as a doll and froze to a believable position. One of the girls said,
"Yo Claire, check this out. Why the fuck do they have such cheap ass McDonald's toys as merchandise? Including this one right here. *She points to you.*
Claire responded,
"The hell would I know? Do I look like a walking, talking, Google assistant to you, Leana? Maybe they're just that desperate to get attention that they have these pieces of shit as a hook. Hah, if I were them, I'd have them open a concert section, or something just to draw more people in."
The girls obviously had some sailor mouths for their age. Your mood was almost noticeable for them to notice, because of how unsettling it was, but not quite! You still gave in and listened. You saw in the reflection of Claire's glasses that she was taking a video of the place, and of course, panning to you. You had caught a shot of what she had typed. It read:
| this place wants to make me kms. like
why tf do they have such kiddish
attractions and toys??
im this close 🤏 to just leaving this
hellhole.|
You thought to yourself how rude teenagers are today. It was great to see what they thought of the place, but also quite upsetting. Leana said to Claire,
"Here, watch this, I got an idea."
She swipe slapped you out of oblivion right onto the ground. You tumbled and laid upright. The girls walked up, laughing, just knowing they were your typical teenagers. Claire said,
"Who's the boss now- *She picks you up noticing your name tag* - Damian.... Powell? Bro they actually are giving these toys fuckin names? You wasting your time bruh."
She dropped you on the floor yet again, and they started to crush you under their shoes.
"Imagine this toy is like real and shit and just enjoying being crushed under our dirty shoes" said Leana to Claire.
"Lea, don't say that, that's weird as fuck. You're giving me Toy Story vibes."
The pain you felt from every pressure of their shoes was immeasurable. You felt your plastic self scuffing and paint deteriorating as the treads of their shoes were mostly like at fault for doing this.
The girls got bored and just sweeped you out under a counter and just left you there for someone else to handle. They both said,
"Come on, we got better things to explore. We are outta here."
You were left there for quite a while, until you were found by the staff and crew members (flashback from before). One of the male members said to you,
"Oh dear, looks like you had a rough day. Was it the toddlers? They are quite messy. The older ones? Still a bit of a hassle. Or was it some angsty teenage girls? Come on, let's get you fixed up."
He brought you into the repair room, fixed you up, and resized you to your real height. You had some bruises here and there, but they were minor.
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