Plushies were attacking me….great….they kept latching on, and it took all my effort to shake them off. Suddenly they all jumped me and held me on the ground. I struggle but they seemed heavier than stuffed animals.
“GET OFF BEFORE I BREAK YOUR SORRY ASS!” I yelled, “Mimic!”
Suddenly it felt like all the chakra had drained out of me. I felt so tired it wasn’t even funny. I struggled just to keep my eyes open. My muscles relaxed and the plushies seemed to let go. I still couldn’t stand or even sit up. A face appeared from the ceiling.
“You’re a cutie,” it said, “Why not stay here with me and be my girl?”
I stared blankly at it with no energy even to protest. My vision was blurring now. The face became contorted as I grew even more tired.
“That’s a good girl,” the face smiled, “Just relax….”
“Wha-t are you going to do….?” I managed to get out.
Suddenly the pain in my neck erupted and screamed words that I would not write on here. I sighed listening to is tell me what kind of fool I was being.
“Guess I’d better save myself then,” I said, “mimikku hitokage mimic soul.”
The mimic created plushies of my own, and they lashed out destroying all the others. I felt my normal chakra return and stood straight up.
“Pervs,” I groaned, “I hate them….”
All the plushies burst into tiny explosions until one remained. The Shukakau plushie! I reached out and secured it.
“Two down,” I said flatly.
