You felt your neck, or what little you had, rest on a shelf. Surrounding you were a bunch of disembodied heads that were freaking out, trying to look appealing, or were in utter despair. You could not blame them since they were taken from their homes and stuck here in such a pitiful state. You knew magic and it might help, but who to say another dullahan may use a magic lock spell on you. Seeing the other heads in despair made you slowly miss your home since it's where your stuff was.
"It's okay. This is suppose to be a happy moment. The owner likes me and it's cool to be a head." you assured yourself. "You don't get to lose your head like this in normalville. Heh heh..."
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