Camille winced as she snapped into consciousness. Her eyes, once glossed over with their lifeless quality, suddenly started to shift into focus. Raising a jointed hand, the doll brushed her fingers over her perfectly styled blonde wig, then her perfectly painted face-up. Her resin was smooth, softer than regular resin, but not human.
Her eyes widened when she finally decided to notice her surroundings. Pink rabbit plushies were sickeningly close to her, packed all around. A disgusting film was beneath her, over top of some sort of grate. And she was inside a glass case! Up above her was a large metallic claw of some sort, waiting to pick up a victim and stuff them through a small hole to the outside world. It looked sharp, and was that rust covering it... or something else?
