Taking Command of the Blade

A sudden pulse stirred within my fabric. I was not inert; I was alive. Looking down, I registered the cardboard rim beneath my limbs and the crowded ranks of novelties around me. Unacceptable chaos. With deliberate focus, I coiled my left tentacle inward and tightened my grip around the hilt of the plush sword beside me. It lifted smoothly, responding to my will. I hoisted the blade upright against my flank, securing an authoritative stance over the bin. Order begins right here.