[You know you're twisted when you look at a prompt like that and think, 'What would make it creepier? Living toys!' So, a Toy Story twist.]The past is dim and distant. She is sure that there was a time before this place, but she cannot remember it now. The bark of the tree is rough in the summer, slimy in the winter; the cord holding her to it is uncomfortable. One of her eyes went a long time ago; the other sees still, despite being scratched. If she could reach to brush the algae from her skin or tug away the leaves and roots that curl beneath her skin. They tickled at first, but after a while it turned painful, and when she cried at night there was no-one to hear
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[You know you're twisted when you look at a prompt like that and think, 'What would make it creepier? Living toys!' So, a Toy Story twist.]The past is dim and distant. She is sure that there was a time before this place, but she cannot remember it now. The bark of the tree is rough in the summer, slimy in the winter; the cord holding her to it is uncomfortable. One of her eyes went a long time ago; the other sees still, despite being scratched. If she could reach to brush the algae from her skin or tug away the leaves and roots that curl beneath her skin. They tickled at first, but after a while it turned painful, and when she cried at night there was no-one to hear ( ... )
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