This choice: very short, even for doll standards... (Amiibo) • Go Back...Chapter #4 very short, even for doll standards... (Amiibo) by: Unknown It was amazing how you were shocked less at the fact that you had somehow been put in the body of a plastic figurine of a fictional character -a female one at that- and more shocked at the fact that you seemed to be… smaller.
Well, of course you were smaller. You were a freaking doll now, but as you looked around the room, you noticed that the bed you awoke on came up to your chest, which seemed… pretty tall for a bed. Trying to brush the blonde block of plastic hair from your eye, you grumbled a few curses from your lips as it stayed firmly put over your right eye. Great, seems you were going to be partly blind for the (hopefully not permanent) foreseeable future.
Deciding to try and find a way out of the seemingly huge dollhouse, you turned to take a step…
…and tripped, falling over onto your face. Turning and sitting up, you struggled to move your feet, but it seemed they were frozen stiff against… something! Lifting your dress to try and see what the issue was, your eye widened.
You suddenly knew why you felt so small.
Your blue plastic heels were firmly planted onto… a plastic base. Great. Not only were you now a plastic princess, you were stuck an amiibo too!
Though you also recall your Rosalina Amiibo had gone missing recently as well.
"I need to start locking my room…" you muttered in your new smooth, feminine voice as you flip yourself onto your feet, almost falling over again.
Shifting your legs, your eye narrows as you try to find a way to move properly like this. You recalled getting your Rosalina Amiibo used, with the Luma that usually floated beside her broken off and missing. Disappointing, but still, Rosalina was Rosalina. And you and your younger sister did enjoy a good round of Smash Bros or Mario on occasion.
And now YOU were Rosalina…
After a minute of struggle, you soon got a way of moving planned out. Spreading your legs and shifting would help you clop and move. Not the best, but as good as it was going to get for you. Seems your legs couldn't leave the base they were planted on, but could move around it fine.
Thinking of those army men from Toy Story, you lift your dress to try and move better. You were pretty confused as to how the blue dress you were in was stiff like plastic, but it moved and behaved like normal fabric. Weird, but you certainly weren't going to complain.
Slowly you began making progress on walking (or scooting) toward the tall dollhouse door. Pursing your lips, you wish you weren't anchored to a base. You were already feeling tired from this, and if you were ever put in a situation where you needed to run, you'd hardly be able to hobble more than a few feet (or inches from your new size)!
Reaching up and throwing the door open, you lean outside and look around the dollhouse hallway, noticing a flight of stairs, you glance down at your base. There's no way you'd be able to get down those stairs, and getting back up them would be even harder.
As the sun began to rise, a large open window let light slowly fill the room. You pause in consideration. It seemed big enough for you (more specifically your base) to fit out of, but you weren't sure how high up you were from this place either.
And you didn't exactly want to go throwing yourself out windows, whether you were made of plastic or not. But it seemed like the easiest way to get out of here, and even if your sister was a pretty late sleeper, you didn't want to try your luck wasting time hobbling out of here.
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