So, grandmother, i get to choose one... sarah says she looks around the cages filled with tinys, she points at you that one. she says and her grandmother hands me tge cage
Intro (Sarah) She is your master (ill explain later) she is 15, she its kinda emo
(You!) Your small, like doll sized, humans calk you "Tinys" your like, four-five inches tall, (liek your small small) you can pick your name age and gender.
(Story!) Sarahs grandmother is a Tiny breeder (Meaning she collects tinys, breeds them. and then sells them) you are ine of her store products, sarah gets to choose one tiny each year, (sarah kinda has a bad habit of killing them) the only way you can die is if she cuts your head off, you cant feel pain!
(Enjoy! oh and sorry about the voice, these voicese are so bad!)
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