@90svan : 040. a dusty antiques shop full of relics
❝ holy shit ! no fucking way ! ❞ ellie bounds across the shop, running a finger across the dusty, crowded shelves as she races to the back wall, a massive grin plastered on her face. the antique shop is a forgotten home to history, nestled away in the corner of a nearby town outside of jackson, on one of the patrol routes. while most of the town has clearly seen days of looting and scavenging, the antique shop looks untouched save for the aged sign out front that is half falling off in front of the entrance.
sitting on top of the back shelves, tucked tightly between a stuffed bear and a series of chipped mugs with cheesy sayings rests an old toy : a monkey holding a pair of cymbals with terrifying red eyes. ellie raises up on her toes, lifts the monkey from its spot on the shelf, and spins to face van. ❝ look at how fucking creepy this thing is. ❞ ellie moves its arms, clapping the cymbals together, ❝ i wonder if it still works... ❞ her brows scrunch together and she flips it in her hands, searching from kind of switch, ❝ can you imagine this thing going off in the middle of the night on its own ? just ... eee eee eee, ❞ ellie does her best imitation of a high-pitched squeak, ❝ i'd shit my pants. ❞
