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This was it. The last box. Your hand trembled as you raised the last spoonful of sugar coated flakes to your mouth. Your mouth opened tiredly as you ate the last bite. You had done it. All one hundred boxes of specially marked “Chocolate Flaky O’s” had been eaten and the box tops clipped. It was time to send them in for your prize.
The prize of course was a limited edition live-action boy band figure set. Only one was being handed out, and you had to prove that you had eaten 100 boxes of cereal. You had accomplished this Sisyphean task in a little under a week, and it was with a slightly distended belly that you placed your box tops and contest form in the mail.
You waited a little over a week, and felt sure that someone else had won the prize. That is, until you heard a knock on your door one sunny afternoon. You opened the door, and no one was there. Confused, you looked around and saw no sign of anyone, until your foot came into contact with a shoebox covered in the “Chocolate Flaky O’s” logo. Curious, you picked up the box and went to shake it before you heard what could only be talking.
There were small holes drilled into the lid of the box, and as you brought it inside and set it on your kitchen table, you were both shocked and amazed to discover a miniature hand sticking through one of the holes.
“This must be it, the limited edition figure set!” You exclaimed. You frantically searched for some scissors to cut the packing tape, and shouted in triumph after finding some. You carefully cut the tape on all four sides and lifted the lid to see seven amazingly detailed action figures.
You gasped as you reached your hand in to grab one with mint hair, only to quickly retrieve it and scream as he started to run away from your hand after snapping at it.
“You’re alive!”
“Well, yes, we are live action figures after all,” remarked tallest one with blonde hair long on top and buzzed on the sides.
“This, this can’t be right. You were supposed to be dolls. But you’re moving and talking all on your own?!”
“Hey, we’re still just as pretty as dolls,” said a very handsome looking one with broad shoulders.
“I-i need to call customer service.”
Whipping out your cell phone, you called the number on the back of the cereal box, going through multiple automated menus before finally getting a real person.
“Welcome to customer service, how may we assist you?”
“Hi, yes, um, so I was the winner of the live action figure contest and I think there’s been a mistake. You sent me seven miniature people, not figurines.”
“Oh, you were the winner! Congratulations! I hope you like your BTS set. They’re a lot of fun.”
“No, you don’t understand, they talk and move on their own, I think they’re robots, they - THEYRE TRYING TO ESCAPE THE BOX RIGHT NOW!”
The boys had taken advantage of your distraction to build a pyramid in an attempt to scale the wall of the box. You took your finger and shooed them back down before they could escape, much to their obvious - and vocal - displeasure.
You had dropped your phone in an attempt to keep them contained, so you hurriedly put the phone on speaker just in time for the customer service agent to say,
“I’m sorry, but we can’t do returns or exchanges because you knew what you were getting into. We said the winner would get a set of live action figures and you have received them. The prize is non-refundable and non-transferable. Have a great day!”
The line went dead and you were stuck staring dumbly at the phone.
“Well, I guess I’m stuck with you guys for the time being. Do you have names?”
“Ah, yes we do!” A lilac haired one called.
“I’m Taehyung, and the shrimp over there with orange hair is Jimin -‘fight me’ was heard from the orange haired one - and the little quiet one over there is Jungkook. He’s the youngest and a little shy. The broad shouldered pretty one is Jin and the smiley one is Hoseok, but he also answers to Hobi. The blonde haired one is Namjoon, he’s a genius, and the one who almost bit you is Yoongi - don’t worry, he’s just grumpy, but he’ll warm up to you eventually. We’re all really excited to be here! And you’re so pretty!”
The other boys nodded emphatically at the last statement and you could only stare, bewildered, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.