Tiffany p.o.v
The door behind me closed loudly, making me look at it I look back to the box to see Annabelle is gone, I got a feeling that behind me there is a person, I quickly turn back to see Annabelle sitting on the floor
"Well hello again Tiffany, what's brought you here to come to see me?" The atmosphere becomes quiet, and I became to talk
"Well, im here to take you with me to my home"
"For what purposes?"
"...For- umm, For we can always be together"
"Hm? I thought you hate me" Annabelle spoked, clearly confused and suspicious with me
I sigh
"I do hate you, but....there is this person who makes me want to not hate you, and she wants a friend like you," I said looking at her
"What's her name?"
"(Female name), and she's the most, nice person I saw"
"Is she your owner?"
"She's not my owner, she's my friend, and I want you to come with me"
"is that mean we're friends?" Annabelle asked, I then smiled
"Of course, sweet face" making Annabelle smile
"Then okay, join me to your family" making me smile wilder
"Say, can I call you Tiff?" Made me chuckle
"Sure Anna, can I call you that?" I said making Anna nod, I showed her the way to go back to our place then I notice Snappy and Chucky looking at the window above us, Chucky is the one who noticed us first then Snappy
"Tiff! Is a good thing you're back! And...with Annabelle too" he said looking at her then Snappy cut to the background
"The Store is about to open anytime soon, and we need to be quick"
"Wow Tiff, I didn't know you had another Child" Annabelle said, making Snappy cringe at it
"No, im, not her child, im her...friend, anyway let's go find an empty box" he said, we run towards an empty box and we do the exactly what we do in a first place
Minutes later our boxes look like being carried
"Do you...feel like someone ordered this again ma'am?"
"No, but the email on my Computer said is being sold, and are the same dolls that you bring them to me" the Delivery man just nodded and say thank you for the help and put us in the truck to go to the location, I just hope that they like it...
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