As the sun shined, Brittany made her way to the playground near her house. Her pastel blonde locks bounced from her shoulders as her face held a big, dopey grin. She skipped to the playground, climbing on the swings and swinging on them. She watched as she went up and down, side to side, and anything else a child would like to annoy an adult with. Or, maybe, a robot... She stopped swinging, her eyes scanning the area. Brittany has always been this 'weird'. She'd stop whatever she was doing and scan the area. Brittany blames it on tourettes. However, her classmates think that she's seeing something, or someone. "Brittany! Get back over here!" Brittany heard her mother calling for her. She got up and walked towards her house. When she started walking, however, it all seemed... off. She wasn't walking like she regularly does, which is skipping or playfully running. Instead, she was walking... cautious? She was walking nervously, her hands up to her Thoracic Cavity (Chest Cavity), and looking behind her every few minutes. She was almost home though, when she saw someone. He had long black hair and a stern face. She watched him carefully as he approached her. "Hello there, miss." He greeted. Brittney watched the man carefully, following his every movements with her gaze. "Say, do you enjoy Vanilla the Polar Bear's plays?" He asked. "Um, yes..?" Brittney responded. Her feet told her to run off, to scream for help, to run home, but... she didn't listen. She just watched as the man's face crawled up into a disgusting smirk. "Follow me, I know where she is." The man replied. "I don't listen to strangers." Brittney spoke softly. She had always been cautious when she's talking to strangers.