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Plastic Girl

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-"Tap tap tap tap!" - Such is the melodious sounds the endless tapping of my nails on my name tag does.

I slightly pulled the tag toward my face, making sure it still had my name written on it, "Erin". As if it was going to change. I plummeted down on the counter lazily, laying bored, resting my head over my arms. I tried repeatedly to blow a lock of my brownish hair flowing down into my face, it was so annoying to have it fall like that, especially after my daily struggle to meticulously comb it so it hugged my head on the sides perfectly, not on my face.

-"Wake up brunette!" - Demanded the most irritating person I knew -"I'm going to take a break," - oh! There is a surprise…-"You watch everything while I'm gone, 'kay?" - She told me.

Vicky was the most despicable coworker in the whole world. She was so vain and felt all mighty just because I was the new girl, she always took long breaks while I did all the work. I admit, it didn't bother me much to do all the work alone, anything was better than actually having her showing off her body around to whoever came near and trying out the merchandise, there was no difference between her and the mannequins on the shop window. I was completely sure she was in the store just for the employee's discount, why wouldn't she? We sold trendy clothes for girls like her: dumb material bimbos. We were so different, she was always "in", top fashion; while I was plain, average looking, I wore whatever clothes my hands reached first.

-"Whatever" - I sighed while Vicky crossed the store's doors swinging her hips from side to side. I wish she didn't have to come back, I wasn't feeling like watching her dumb, blonde head anymore.

-"Tap tap tap tap!" - My nails struck the counter. I was so bored; it had been the slowest day yet.

One of the things that made this job my personal little hell (besides Vicky) was definitely manning the cash register. I would rather be back in the storage room keeping tabs on the inventory, tidying up the mannequins, gosh! , even helping customers with picking out items! Whatever, anything but idly waiting behind the register, like a statue. I took another glance at my name tag, yup, it still had my name on it as well a little stain, which I rubbed off with my thumb.
Later, MUCH later, after several minutes of wasting time playing with my cell phone (while nobody entered the store) something strange happened. As my eyes wandered around I noticed something odd, there was a boy looking through the shop window, tirelessly staring there. This being a store for "ladies", I definitely found it weird.

Just what was he staring at? Was he looking for something in the store? Or maybe someone? It was so mesmerizing! I just couldn't peel my eyes away from him. ¿And how could I? He was so hot! His body looked so perfectly sculpted and defined; his tan was to die for! And his facial structure was irresistible!  But…sigh, he was probably a jerk, perhaps looking for a gift for a tramp, or a tramp itself (Vicky was not coming back soon though). I probably should just ignore him, but his boyish charm was too powerful.

I keep an eye on him, in a sneaky way, trying to not make it obvious that I was drooling for him (figuratively speaking, naturally). Upon a closer inspection, I realized the boy had a punk look going for him: his shirt had a dark tone and looked roughed as did his jeans, like the items that were sold on the store across the mall; his head was stylishly shaved, but his face (and body overall) lacked the piercing I usually associated with punk boys, though, I did see some chains peeking from his pockets. His punk style baffled me even more, if he truly was a punk boy, why was he here? This was a store for posers, wouldn't it be the last store a punk boy would shop in? Even if he was a girl?! It was a complete puzzle. He just stood there, watching the featured piece adoringly.

Some minutes later (maybe a bit more than I thought it would last) the boy finally went away from the store and my mind. What a silly thing for me to do, staring at him like that, I was so above such pathetic behavior. Then again, it's not bad to have something to look at from time to time.

-"I'm back from my smoke break!" - Proudly declared Vicky as she came back into the store. After all the time she had taken, I wondered why she even bothered to return.

-"And when is it my smoke break?" - I asked the pesky blonde.

-"Whenever you get your own newbie to order around, that's when! Now get your ass off from there! I need to sit down!" - I hated so damn much when she spoke to me like that.

I left the chair for queen bitchy and moved around stretching my legs a little, the movement felt good on my legs. I backed away from the register -Bitch! - I whispered grumpily as I passed beside Vicky (but I don't think she heard me) and went to the storage room in the back, supposedly to arrange some items, but truth is I just didn't want to be anywhere near the "plastic queen".

The rest of my turn was nothing to write home about, the little time I had left went by quickly, so I took my stuff and stormed out of the store. Vicky was in charge of closing the store and she usually stayed behind doing "who knows what" for questionable periods of time, not that I cared.

-"Another day, another miserable dollar!" - I thought to myself on the way home, but, well money's money, and no matter how much I whined about it, deep down I knew I had a nice and easy job. My life was good.

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-"OOOH! AAAH! OOH! AAAAAAAHH!" - Vicky's humming just wouldn't stop, I was losing my patience!

Vicky had the brilliant idea (And I swear I mean it!) of bringing her Mp3 player to work and she's been humming the same song over and over again, all day! I really needed to get one myself, if only to escape her atrocious audible trash. We were placing new pieces from the storage into the shelves. Due to weird fashion reasons I don't understand, things had been selling like crazy today. Whatever, I take this over staying behind the cashier like a mummy. I saw someone approach the store, I assumed it was another girl looking for the hottest piece, so I went over there to help.

- "OH!" - I clumsily exclaimed surprised.

I had forgotten about the whole thing, but there he was, again, just like yesterday. Mystery boy was back. I was truly surprised to have him here again, I really didn't expect him to come back! I mean, it's not like he was in my mind, just thought it was a onetime thing. Figuring he wouldn't actually enter the store, I continued minding my business.

Just like yesterday, the boy was wasting his time in front of the shop window staring at the main piece's mannequin endearingly, like charmed. I even noticed he, at one point, placed his hand on the window as if he was trying to reach for the mannequin. It was so weird… but kind of cute.

-"Look at that," - I told Vicky pulling her headphones so she paid attention to me -" what do you think about that hunk?" -I asked jokingly.

-"That guy?" - She replied a little repulsed -"such a waste of a body!" - ¿What did she mean by that? -"That creep shows up almost daily and always stares creepily at the mannequin!" - Woah! For real?

-"I hadn't noticed him until yesterday" - How could I miss him?

-"Duh! You're kind of a newbie," - She said mockingly -"still, you gotta be really dense to miss such thing!" - Oh, how nice of her.

-"So, what's up with him?" - I was feeling very curious today.

-"I tried to chat him up once," - she told me, like a little gossip girl -"But he, like, got scared and ran away. I think he's gay" - She deducted. That was an explanation, but the naïve girl inside me didn't want to believe that. Perhaps he was just shy? -"Ignore him, He'll keep showing up." - Vicky instructed me and then went back to her music wonderland.

She was right. During the following days that boy kept coming back to the store, always around the same hour, always staring at the mannequin. As days went by I kind of developed a humiliating obsession for him (Come on lady! Snap out of it! You're not a little girl anymore!), I secretly glanced at him, trying to understand what kept him coming back to the mannequin. Gosh! I swear I even heard him whisper something to the mannequin!

My mind explored the possibilities. Vicky's theory was always on my mind, he probably was a sissy boy looking for a new attire, but, YUCK! No other man deserves to own that body! I had my little childish theory; maybe he was so shy that he decided to practice talking to girls with the mannequin. It could happen. It had to be, because the remaining explanation was that he had a creepy mannequin fetish and that would be… NO! Just no!

One day, Vicky said we had to switch the placing of "THE mannequin", we were taking it to the shop window on the other side of the shop's gate, not a big deal. It was a bit heavy for us, so we had to team up, each one of us held one of the plastic girl's legs…

-"AIIIIIIEE!" - We both cried. We carelessly prickled out hands on some spikes we never noticed were peeking out of the mannequin's legs and now it had blood stains on them.

I licked my wound like a cat while Vicky was doing a huge uproar out of hers, some minutes of yelling and profanity later, we went back to business. After successfully moving "THE mannequin", Vicky told me to clean it and "make it shine". Bitch.

I was looking to clean the blood stains and, as I readied my rag, I saw how the blood stains were absorbed into the mannequin, right before my eyes. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, surely my mind was playing a trick on me, but no, the blood stains were gone, both of them. It was weird, but whatever, even without the blood on it, the mannequin was still dirty and I had to clean it.

As I was tidying up the mannequin the boy came by. He apparently was a bit intimidated by my presence. At first I acted as if I hadn't noticed he was there and as I rubbed my trusty rag against the mannequin legs I decided to make eye contact and I waved at him.

-"Hi!" - I said politely, but he probably didn't hear me on the other side of the window.

The boy stepped back a bit, I thought I saw him blush a little before he ran away. Okie! I think he is shy. Maybe I can get somewhere with him?

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-"HMMPH!" - I grunted with a Donut stuffed in my mouth. I had been waiting for Vicky to arrive and open up the store.

I found myself staring at shop window as I waited, I figured it would be a good chance to find out just what was so appealing about that mannequin. The first thing I noticed was a bit funny, someone had put a radiant redhead wig on "THE mannequin". I assumed it had been Vicky before she closed the store last night and it seemed just a bit curious to me. I wonder what HE will think about it.

I sat myself on a nearby bench and lit up a cigarette. It was unbelievable how Vicky just wouldn't show up. The store was supposed to be open a good forty-five minutes ago! Why was she in charge? She's so irresponsible, I just don't get it.

I was a bit eager to getting on to work. This may sound weird, but I think I'm starting to really embrace this place. Even if I mockingly called it "my little hell", I liked working here, I just pretended I didn't.

Finally, some moments later, Vicky showed up. I extinguished my cigarette and flicked it into a nearby trash bin. I walked over to Vicky looking all pissed off - "What took you so damn long?" - I growled.

-"Be cool, Erin. Like you were any better!" - She replied. Pft! As if it was any hard to be a better employee than she is.

As soon as we entered the store we noticed how dirty the floor was, full of dirt. Weird. How could it get so dirty in one night? Vicky brought a broom from the storage room and ordered me to take care of the dirt (while she pranced around listening to her mp3 player, what a bitch).

All my life I was kind of what most people would call a "spoiled girl", it was an unfair label (I wasn't really spoiled) but it meant that I never had to use a broom in my entire life, so this was quite annoying and hard for me. I bet Vicky didn't know how to do this either and just wanted to pass the chore onto me. I hate her so much.
I fought the dirt for a good bunch of my turn time, doing this was so much harder than I ever thought, it was annoying and it was giving me a horrible back pain. I think I might had been doing it wrong, but at least I was almost done, I had accumulated all the dirt in one place and it was almost ready to be disposed of. As I dusted of near the entrance, mystery boy appeared, right on the clock.

I peeked my head to see him, I wanted to see his reaction to the mannequin's wig, hopefully he wouldn't think it was to mock him. Just a little glance was enough, his face lit up in glee! He looked so excited about it, he put both of his hands into the shop window and then jumped in joy. It was like watching a little kid opening a Christmas gift. Why was he so overjoyed about the wig?

The boy looked over at my direction, I smiled and waved at him and he smiled back at me (progress!) before going away. Well, that was an unusually short time for him.

Once I finished my task, I went directly to the storage room, supposedly to put away the broom, but I admit I just wanted to escape Vicky, so I took a break in there. When I came out, I found Vicky coughing loudly with her face covered in some white powder.

-"What happened?!" - I asked surprised.

-"So gross!" - She said in an "eloquent" manner -"I was placing some pieces on these shelves and out of nowhere this powder fell all over me!" - She added as she tried to get it out of her face.

Even if I liked watching Vicky get what she deserved, I couldn't help but think the whole thing was a bit strange. I examined the area, it was close to "THE mannequin", in fact it also had a bit of powder on it, as well as the nearby shelves and floor.

-"I think it might be a bit of debris from the ceiling," - I deducted -"I think the store on top of ours is being remodeled, maybe that's why the store is getting all dusty" - I explained.

-"I swear this place's construction is so shoddy!" - Vicky yelled, she was kind of right, this place did have the frailest hollow walls in the whole world!

There was something weird about that spot. Some days later it was me who got powdered up, but I learned to avoid the spot. Vicky didn't wise up though, she got dirt on her several times during the week, in that exact same spot. Dumb bimbo couldn't see the pattern. She sent me every time to clean up the mess. Obviously she channeled her frustration on me.

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-"Woo hoo!" - I cheered subconsciously after seeing Vicky trip over for the third time today.

Vicky seemed notably clumsier today. She never was graceful or anything, but her movement today was wonky and stiff. I also noticed she was looking very pale. Was she ill? I never thought she would be the type of person who goes to work despite being sick. Whatever, let her suffer.

I was in such a good mood, despite my grumpy demeanor and supposed dignity, I was finding fun in giving in to my silly and childish impulses, as such, I was embracing my obsession for that mysterious boy.

-"It's a dumb thing. It's silly" - I repeated to myself in my mind, I was so above such silly crushes. Yet, I always found myself looking at him with dreamy eyes. It was my little secret shame.

Even though I had promised myself that I would never buy from this store, I saved a bit of my money so I could buy the outfit worn by "THE mannequin", breaking that promise like about every other promise I had made to myself. Part of me still couldn't believe I was going to do it, but it was all part of my silly plan: to get him to pay attention to me by dressing just like his object of adoration. Maybe he would talk to me then.

-"DAMN IT!" - Howled Vicky after dropping her cell phone -"What's wrong with me today?!" - She cried out furiously trying to reach for it, poorly. I was trying to contain my laughter.

The phone bounced in my direction, so I decided to do my good deed for the day and picked it up. Why wouldn't I? She was looking so helpless and pathetic, even if it was Vicky, I took pity on her -"Thank you" - she told me as I handed her the phone. I didn't even know she knew those words.

We had a lot of costumers today. The place was chock-full of plastic girls and fashion addicts, all so hungry for whatever trendy clothes were in this season. Since Vicky could barely move due to her sickness, I was force to handle everyone by my lonely self. Curiously, it didn't bother me at all, such was my good mood.

I kept thinking to myself -"This isn't so bad at all" - I was always grumpy, but I couldn't fool myself, it was a silly mask. Deep inside I was comfortable in my lovely little store. Why did I feel the need to pretend I wasn't? Yes, Vicky was a horrible coworker, but I admit I was largely exaggerating about her. I always felt the need to prove I was unique, different from the "sheep" girls who shopped here, but, why? What was the point of that? I AM UNIQUE. I don't need to prove it to anybody. Maybe it was time to drop my "grumpiness mask"… Nah!

Once my shift ended, I put my brand new outfit on a shopping bag and I sneaked out silently. I probably should have stayed longer, Vicky was still looking all sick and she probably could have used a little help. I had other things on my mind, Vicky would have to figure it out herself. You see, the following day was my day off (actually, the store remained closed) and I knew mystery boy would show up to admire the mannequin anyways, so it was my big chance to get close and personal with him.

And so, I was right, he was there. I showed up feeling so awkward. Certainly, I was on top fashion wearing this trendy black top, the strap hugged my neck elegantly and crossed over my chest holding the rest of the piece which tightly embraced my figured, leaving my shoulders and back uncovered and descending smoothly to my waist; even though I was of… uhm, "modest" figure, I couldn't help but feel exposed by the amount of skin this outfit showed below the neckline, I obviously lacked what this top was designed to show. The jeans I wore were equally expensive and trendy, they were super tight and they supposedly "lifted my booty" (as the tag so elegantly explained), it was kind of dark tone but it also had several "tints", which basically meant it shined in different colors with the right lightning. Finally I marched my way wearing a pair of fine, black high heeled shoes that made me feel taller.

As I walked towards the store I felt like everybody was looking at me (HA! I wish!) and kept feeling so "naked". He was there, right on time, admiring his plastic goddess. I sneaked silently and stood by his side, as if I was admiring the mannequin too.

-"Hi" - I whispered softly, perhaps with a bit of shyness. He reacted surprised, stepping back a little.

He glanced at me a bit startled, at first anyway, he had a bit of curiosity in his eyes, he glanced at the mannequin and then looked at me again. I knew what probably was on his mind -"Yes, I'm dressed just like your plastic maiden" - I thought to myself. He giggled a bit and got a little closer to me.  

-"Are you serious?" - He said. Serious about what?

-"Ahem," - I coughed a bit puzzled -"I know you spend a lot of time in here," - I told him a little straightforward - "I've seen you almost daily."

He didn't say a word. Was I too upfront, maybe?

-"I work in this store and I could see you from…" - He interrupted me before I could finish.

-"And I make you feel nervous, right?" - I wouldn't describe my feelings as "nervous" -"I see, I'm 'that creepy guy who stops by everyday to stare at the mannequin', right?" - He spoke so casual.

-"No, you got it wrong," - I said clumsily -"You don't make me nervous at all, I dunno about Vicky, she is my coworker and…"- he interrupted me again.

-"Oh! Right!" - He exclaimed -"You're the one who's always looking at me with dreamy eyes, thinking I don't notice!" - Ouch!

-"Well, I…"- I mumbled a bit ashamed.

-"That's why you're wearing the mannequin's outfit, right?" - I was so easy to read -"Gotta say I feel flattered!" - He said.

-"It's not what it looks like!" - I cried nervously -" It's…complicated. I mean you're…"

-"A freak?" - He jumped to conclusion.

-"A mystery," - I corrected -"I want to know about you, what draws you to this store, to this mannequin" - I was being totally sincere here.

-"And you're not afraid to know what's the explanation?" - He asked sounding very serious - "Perhaps it is something common folk can't understand, something that is frowned upon, something twisted and perverse" - He spoke very seriously, kinda made me feel guilty about how I just kept eyeing his perfect body as he spoke.

-"I am a very open minded girl," - I boasted -" I assure you, whatever it is, it can't be that bad" - I added, and I truly meant it.

His expression softened a bit, he was almost smiling at me -"You're serious!" - He stated. There was a brief moment of silence between us.

-"If you want to, I know where we can chat more comfortably," - I said impulsively -" I'll even buy you a cup of coffee" - I offered generously.

He eventually gave in and accepted my invitation -"Ok then" - He said with a bit of apathy. We took one of the tables in the mall's food court to have our coffee and we chatted away. He said his name's Maxwell and he told me a bit about himself (key words being "a bit"), just little trivial things such as his musical tastes, all in all it was personal stuff, but not too deep. I felt like he tried hard to keep the conversation centered on me, and even if I tried to get him to tell me about his fascination with the mannequin, we always came back to me. I decided to not push that issue further and kind of just went with the flow. For some reason, it was so easy for me to open up to him, words just kept pouring out of my mouth.

He agreed to hang out with me every now and then, though we hanged around in a place of his choosing: an empty storage room on the back of the mall, his favorite place. Every day I took a little break to hang out with him (and sometimes to smoke) while Vicky dealt with the store alone, after all, she did the same to me on an almost daily basis.

I kept trying to get him to reveal his secret, but day after day, it was the same, he told me a little about himself and then it was all about me. I kept talking like a little preteen girl writing his little secrets on a diary! And for the most part he seemed to genuinely enjoy listening to me! He truly paid attention to every little thing I said, he remembered all the things I'd say whenever they came up again with no trouble at all. It was therapeutic to chat with him like that.

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-"Okay, this was… unexpected" - I commented as Vicky and I entered the store.

We watched the whole scene shocked, so much chaos! Every piece from the shelves was laying all over the floor, the cashier had taken a lot of blows (most likely with a baseball bat), a lot of tags had been torn off their places, and some of the mannequins were also laying on the floor. Curiously, only "THE mannequin" was still standing in its place, but it was facing the opposite side, giving its back to the shop window.

-"Why would anyone do this?" - I asked, perhaps in a naïve manner.
We kind of freaked out. This was a big deal, the actual owner of the store (that is, out boss) got here in no time, it was THAT serious. We spent a good chunk of our shift cleaning up and checking the inventory, damage control and such, it was a standard procedure. Maxwell showed up as he usually did, he looked concerned over the "carnage".

-"Don't worry," - I told him -"Your girl is alright" - I was referring to the mannequin, naturally.

-"Good" - He said in a serious tone and then he just left. I wonder what was on his mind.

Cleaning up was hard work for me and Vicky (though I did most, she looked still a bit pale) but we finally restored order to the store and completed the inventory check. It was so bizarre, not a single thing was missing. Every piece, every prop, and even all the money, everything was there. Why would anyone make such a mess in here without stealing a single thing? Even stranger was the fact that there was no evidence of anyone breaking in, the door was not picked, the windows weren't smashed. Nobody could have entered the store… just what happened in here?

Our boss had been talking with mall security for an hour or so now. Our store didn't have any security cameras inside, so they were checking out nearby mall security cameras, unfortunately, the store was kind of in a blind spot. Nearby cameras could see if someone approached the store, but couldn't record what was inside in anyway, and guess what? The records showed that no one even came close to the store during the night. That only could mean one thing. All eyes were on Vicky, since it was her job to close the store every night, it could have been her before closing. Naturally, she denied doing anything, and I believed her, there was no evidence, also, why would Vicky do such thing? She LOVES the store. It made no sense.
In the end, Vicky got away after the biggest nagging in her entire life. She was put on probation, if anything else (ANYTHING) happened she would get demoted, and if something REALLY serious happened, they would fire her. That seemed a bit unfair, but I could get used to not having her around.

For all the trouble, our boss decided to close down early and let us go. Since they weren't expecting me at home until later, I decided to go to the empty storage room looking for Maxwell, just to hear what he thought about the whole issue. I found him there, but he said he didn't have the time to chat, there was something important he needed to do. It seemed a bit suspicious to me, his tone sounded very uncharacteristic of him. I thought things thru on my way home. I analyzed every little detail on my head: the clothes, the tags, the mannequins… everything was damaged to a degree, except for "THE mannequin", the one Maxwell seemed to love so much. Did he have anything to do with the incident? As far as I knew, he didn't have any reason to.

The following day wasn't any better. The store was once again attacked, this time there was a huge hole in the shop window and "THE mannequin" was gone! The idea of Maxwell stealing it was running in my mind, I could imagine it, "the day he finally dared". Before passing judgment, I had to talk to him, but that would have to wait. Damage control had to be done.

-"And how exactly could any of this be my fault?!" - Cried Vicky to our boss -"You heard mall security, someone even shut down the ENTIRE mall's security cameras to pull this one off! Why would I do such thing?" - she kept yelling.

It was THAT big? So far the only thing missing from the store was the mannequin, but, to think they disabled the entire mall's security to steal it… Could Maxwell really be the master mind behind this? No, there had to be another explanation.

-"I bet it was that mannequin loving freak!" - Vicky exclaimed.

-"Mannequin loving freak?" - Asked our boss baffled.

-"Yes, it's this creep that comes on a daily basis and stares at the mannequin with a perverse glance," - explained Vicky, but our boss was not really buying her story -"tell him Erin! You know it's true, you've seen him too" - I didn't know what to say.

-"That's crazy talk" - I said after thinking things a bit. I didn't want anything bad to happen to Maxwell. I needed to hear it from him.

Vicky exploded in frustration and started arguing with our boss in a pretty nasty manner. I felt a bit bad for that. I had to find Maxwell right away and cast away any doubt. I told my boss I would take a break, but he didn't seem to even care.
I rushed to the storage room, surely he would be there, but he wasn't, the room was entirely empty and way darker than usual. I figured Maxwell hadn't arrived yet, or maybe he was hiding.

-"MAXWELL!" - Echoed my voice thru the empty storage room -"Are you in there? There is no need to hide!" - I yelled to deaf ears.

I walked deeper into the room, I was a bit nervous, I could feel a childish fear creeping through my spine. I almost expected the boogeyman to jump at me, but the only thing I should fear was bumping into a mall employee, this being a restricted area and what not.

-"Maxwell! Are you… !" - I was violently interrupted as I felt somebody tackling me from my back with tremendous strength.

This person pounced on me hard enough to knock me down, slamming my body against the floor face down and pinning me down. The attacker's hands held my wrists, making escaping impossible. This person's skin felt cold and rigid to my skin, this may sound ridiculous, but it didn't feel human.

-"Get off me, you freak!" - I screamed as loudly as I could, struggling hopelessly.

-"Silence fool!" - Replied a clearly female voice. My attacker was a girl.
I squirmed and struggled, shook and rolled, put her grip was too much for me. Suddenly, she spoke, I couldn't quite make out what she was saying, it was gibberish to me and very hard to hear, yet, it pierced my ears like anything I had heard before. Also, I felt something covering my body, as if she was sprinkling powder on me as she spoke.

-"What are you doing?!" - I growled with a little difficulty, but she wouldn't answer.

Whatever she was chanting, it just wouldn't stop. It was like she was poisoning my ears with her "chant". Little by little I felt more and more weird, something was happening to me. I struggled less and less, it was getting harder and harder, I was losing control over my body, my limbs felt stiff, my skin was getting cold, even moving my lips became nearly impossible.

-"NO!" - I heard a voice calling. It was Maxwell. He turned on the lights and the girl pinning me down briefly stopped her chanting -"Not her!" - Maxwell said.

The girl got off me and stood up as I slowly manage to turn my body around with a HUGE effort. Then I realized, HORRIFIED, how not only was my attacker THE MANNEQUIN, no, it was worse, I could barely move because… I WAS BECOMING A MANNEQUIN!

-"OH DEAR! Ohdear, ohdear, ohdear…"- I repeated endlessly on my mind, completely terrified. It was a fear like I never felt before. It was unreal, it was a nightmare and it was eating me on the inside.

-"I have to do it Max! It has to be her!" - said the plastic maiden -"That way we can be together forever!" - She exclaimed to my terrified ears.

-"Listen to me Ida!" - Yelled out Maxwell -"I want to be with you forever, but think this through" - He said. He was trying to save me.

-"There is no other way!" - Ida, assuming that was her name, insisted -"You know how it works, she prickled herself on me, it has to be her."

-"Don't say that!" -Maxwell yelled -"There is another one, I know it, you know it. Can't you take her instead?" - another one?

-"Why would I let this one go?" - Asked Ida -"This girl always stared dreamy eyed at you, I was forced to see this girl drool for you, I heard her talk about how she wanted you, she even dared to dress like me to seduce you!" - That was true -"Do you understand what is it like to see her trying to  win your heart as I was powerless to stop her, having no other option but to watch her? Why should I forgive her? So she has the chance to win you over later? Not a chance!" - I guess, in a way, there was a reason for this horrible act.

-"Ida…"- Maxwell said in a very serious tone -"We've been waiting for this for, like, fifty or sixty years now," - Say what?! -"Erin is a good person, she is a nice girl, but I'm not interested in her in the least bit" - ouch.

-"If you're not interested in her, then why don't you let me use her?" - Ida asked.

-"Because Erin's my friend, a good friend," - I liked the sound of that better -"But you're my lover, the person I love the most in the whole world, you shouldn't feel threatened by some random girl I just met recently. A good person like her does not deserve the hell we went through" - Did he just said… was he a mannequin once too?

-"…HMMMPH!" - Ida growled -"I'll let her go" - I was relieved to hear that -"Because I trust your judgment, if she is your friend, then the least I could do is spare her life. But once we're done with my transformation, we're leaving, and I don't mean just the mall, I mean the city. You won't see Erin ever again" - that sounded reasonable.

-"I wouldn't have it any other way" - Maxwell replied.

Ida and Maxwell picked my stiff body up and then they both started chanting in that language that defied description. Little by little my body regained its mobility, the stiffness literally fell off from me in the form of white powder peeling off my body as my skin softened and I stopped being a "Plastic Girl".

-"Thank you" - was the first thing I managed to say as soon as my lips were able to articulate words once more.

And so, there I was, in front of those… strange beings, letting an awkward silence fill the place. Maxwell smiled at me, knowing he had saved my life, while his plasticized girlfriend looked at me with hatred in her "dead" mannequin eyes. My expression probably reflected the horror filling my heart at the moment. I couldn't even think right.

-"Go ahead, leave," - Maxwell told me in a friendly voice - "and good bye forever."

I rushed my way out, silently. I bet leaving like that without saying a word was very rude of me, but I was horrified about the whole thing. I just wanted to escape and forget. I didn't tell anybody about them, I mean, who would believe me? I decided to just block out that memory, forgetting was the best thing to do. I had to go on with my life.

-"How can you guys let this happen?!" - Vicky yelled at the security crew, our boss didn't look very happy either -"A huge hole on our window and a stolen mannequin!" -Can't believe they were discussing that.

-"I'm sorry, but it caught us off guard," - said the chief of the crew -"curiously, it's not a first," - Huh? -"a few months ago, a mannequin from the punk store disappeared in a similar way. No money was stolen, just the mannequin," - Maxwell, maybe? -"and a day later, a replacement showed up" - that must have been Maxwell's doing.

I spent the rest of my shift trying to make those memories go away. Before I could go home, I was approached by the boss.

-"Have this Erin," - he was handing me the keys to the store -"Vicky can't be trusted with this responsibility anymore, so you'll be in charge from now on" - he told me.

-"Thank you" - I said a bit apathetic.

-"I'll close the store tonight, but tomorrow, it's your duty" - He told me as I walked my way out. Whatever, I just wanted this day to end, I would worry about my new responsibilities tomorrow. I just wanted to rest and forget.

And so I did. A good night of rest is all I needed to recover from my surreal experience, I mean, I wouldn't see Maxwell or his psycho girlfriend ever again, so it was all back to status quo for me. In a way, it was a brand new happy day.

-"Oh!" - I exclaimed a little surprised as I opened the store.

Not only was the shop window already fixed, but we had a new mannequin as well, one with a more provocative figure and dressed up in top fashion, it had a flowing blonde wig on it and even was equipped with an MP3 player. I bet Vicky will find it funny, it looked so much like…

-"Oh…"- I sighed as the horrific truth hit me -"Poor little Vicky, I had forgotten you prickled yourself on the mannequin too! I was so terrified, so concerned about my own well-being… I never expected them to come for you!" - I really didn't -"Now look at you, posing motionless on the shop window, so helpless…" - I mourned Vicky's grim demise.

There was no way to describe this situation, words failed me, she finally was the "Plastic Girl" I always called her. I stood in a moment of silence before her, having nothing else to do about it, I took the mp3 player off from our curvy new mannequin. It's not like Vicky will have much use for it now.
In this story i show how out of touch im with just about everything ever!

Better, bigger version of the image here: [link]

Massive thanks to ~Luigi64 for beta reading and overally being super helpful.

You might find this one to be a little rougher on the writing, because, other than minor changes by ~Luigi64, i didn't ask anybody to edit this one. I felt it wasn't good ebough to bother anybody with it.

It's an experiment, kinda in the same way "Pink lemonade" was an experiment, but i still think Pink came out better than this one.

Oh well, enjoy it.
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Creativesm75's avatar

wow. that girlfriend really was insane... 0_o;