"Ok class if you look across from here you can see the various different dolls being shipped off to their respective stores", the teachers droning voice says. You are following along at the back of the group, trying to ignore the dolls around you. You did not want to go on this trip, you have been mistaken for a doll far too often, and being surrounded by such similar looking things makes you uneasy.
You are currently following the group on a walkway above the factory that is designed for the safety of tourists. The iron bars along the walkway are enough to stop normal people from falling, but at your size you could easily slip through. A fact that has made you currently stand in the middle of the path, from this height you would probably be seriously injured. The path is wide, with workers walking across it holding bundles of baby dolls in their hands, or pushing carts full of dolls being prepared to ship.
Distracted by your worried thoughts you look up to see that the school group have walked a considerable distance away from you. Something that makes you internally curse your tiny legs. Beginning to run across the walkway you are blinded by your panic of being separated so much that you fail to notice a cart being rolled into your path.
*BAM*
You ram headfirst into the cart, causing loose dolls to scatter onto the metal floor beneath you.
"The hell was that!?" You hear a mysterious feminine voice yell. Your head and eyes blurry from the shock of the impact, you lay on the ground motionless in pain. Soon hearing a loud sigh as the worker leans down and begins picking up the various dolls littering the floor.
You feel a sudden tight grip on you leg that transitions into a feeling of weightlessness as you are thrown into the cart alongside the other dolls. Your head pounding, you can do nothing as the cart is wheeled away from your classmates. As your head slowly clears you feel the cart being tilted, resulting in an avalanche of dolls that buries you, sending you careening into a large machine.
Strong robotic limbs grab and reposition you so that you are being held right-side up. From within the darkness of the machine you can feel as you are placed into a box. Soon the moving conveyor belt allows light to peek through the clear plastic of the box, allowing you to see the factory workers around the doll line.
As you are slowly moved alongside your fellow dolls down the conveyor belt you can see a female worker appearing to check the dolls one final time before shipping them out. You begin to try and rock the box with all the strength your tiny body can muster.
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