"Ahh, no need to struggle!" The shopkeeper said in a sing-song voice. "The pose you have now will be just perfect! Quite unique!"

Chomby wanted to argue, but the chin strap continued to tighten around his head. The suit he wore was becoming impossibly tight as well.

"Don't look at me like that! It'll only feel stranger when your eyes get stuck staring forward." The shopkeeper towered over Chomby. He bent over and grabbed around Chomby's torso. This was a surprise, as Chomby couldn't remember the shopkeeper ever being that big.

The shopkeeper's smile widened. "Oh, what do we have here? I sense another? Two souls in this hollow toy? Not just the infamous soundbyte DJ, but another? It seems you are quite unique, indeed!"

Chomby could feel the tightness of the chinstrap suddenly fade away. He wanted to feel relief, but he couldn't move his mouth anymore.... What was going on?

"Oh, but because you're so rare, and even have glowing paint, I should sell you for a high price! Yes, quite a good price!" The shopkeeper placed a hand on Chomby's back and lifted... something up. Chomby felt his mouth gape open against his will. It then snapped shut and he heard the sound of wood.

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It's Christmas! You know what that means? Time for some nutcracker TF! This year, Chomby will be the nutcracker!

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Chomby/art (C)  Juntarhenogu Me