A Sudden Grip

Everything was still under the deep blue light. I looked around carefully, studying the hanging clothes and the dark shelves across from me. Then, a pulse stirred through my plastic frame. I tested my balance and cautiously shifted my fingers. Beside me was the edge of a clawed gauntlet held in a hand—I reached out slightly and tapped the plastic edge. A clean, subtle click echoed in the room. I wasn't just standing there anymore; I could move on my own.