Diner Dash 08

“please, someone help! I don’t want t-to be a-a-toy. “Hanna managed to say as her lips suddenly stopped moving and pulled themselves into an overly cheerful smile. Try as she might she couldn’t get her mouth to open, even as she tried to use her plastic hands, she realized it was no use. Her teeth, now nothing more than molded plastic, had sealed together. Her lips, painted pink, were simply shaped into form, no way to move them. She screamed inside her head and tried to move her lips, however to her surprise a voice rang out. It sounded almost like her own voice, but different, distant, scratchy, like an old recording of it.
“Like. Hi! Can. I. Take. Your. Order?”