Cinderella was enjoying a nice, warm bath right before she made breakfast. She dried off and slipped into a lavish and luxuriously soft bath robe. As she stepped through the intricately carved doorway she felt her kitchen melting away. In its place she saw a shallow pit, but, too late her long slender legs had already left the door frame. She landed with a loud thunk. The pit was shallow but not shallow enough to lessen the impact. As soon as he dainty feet hit the floor, her knees buckled and she collapsed. She was stuck in a gritty, dirt pit. She couldn’t quite fathom how she got into this situation, and her memory was getting hazy. Her mind felt fuzzy as she tried to sit up. Needless to say she was feeling quite frightened at this point and she felt her consciousness slipping away. After this point all she remembered was a deep turmoil of black.

When she woke up she got to her feet and saw the streets, tall buildings, and harsh, bright and colorful lights of Times Square.(not that she knew it) She didn’t even digest her surroundings before she noticed what she was wearing. On her lean frame was a neon pink tube top, she gasped,”It doesn’t even cover my shoulders.” On her legs was a pair of dark blue jeans. “Why is it so rough and hard?” She questioned. The entire time she was trying to wrap her mind around her situation she was getting bumped around by random passerby’s. In fact she had strayed so far from where she had strayed so far from where she had spawned(if that was what she had done) that she couldn’t even see it.

Cinderella looked so lost and out of place that a guy had to say,”Hey Cinderella where’s your prince? Why’d he leave you here?” He might’ve meant it as a joke but he didn’t know how close to the truth he was. “He didn’t leave me here!” Cinderella called, but he had already left.

(This tale is going to be quite interesting, so for the sake of my poor hands I’ll change Cinderella’s name to Cindy)

Poor Cindy spent the entire day asking passersby whether they knew where her home was, but most of them just gave her puzzled looks. Now Cinderella’s despair was growing, slowly but surely. So she sat herself down and watched, she watched people bustling by, she watched them enter stores, *gasp* STORES. She decided to enter one of the buildings. The building she entered just happened to be called “The agency for time traveling characters”. Most people would just shoot the store dirty looks and leave, so when Cindy stepped into the building the clerk almost fell off his seat. He took a moment to shake his head then he spoke, “how can I help you ma’am?” “I am lost and confused and I don’t know how to get back to my home.” Cindy replied. “I’ll need to get my manager,” the clerk told her. In fact the clerk didn’t even know what he was supposed to do at all. He was just hired by a random guy who paid him to sit at a desk and watch people shoot dirty looks at him.

The few minutes that took the manager to get there felt like an eternity to Cinderella. “Cinderella right? Yeah we gotchu,” the manager said in a casual tone as if this was some sort of game. Here he tossed her a-a nothing? Well she grabbed it, or so it looked like. In reality she couldn’t actually feel anything. She didn’t even notice she was holding something until she looked down at her shoe. She gasped in shock. “Just throw it,” the manager said. In her “jitteryness” if that’s what it was, she threw it a bit too far, so she found herself jogging toward a pit. “Jump in.” She did. Her knees buckled and she felt her consciousness ebbing away again.

When she woke up she saw her prince sitting in front of an elaborate feast which comprised of jams, pastries, and some other feast worthy dishes. “The food was quite delectable today, daring.” Her body sagged in relief, “ I’m sure it was.”