This was madness Anna thought! She saw the boy walk almost zombified, probably towards a hair salon. As a matter of fact after a short run through the mall, Anna saw the hair salon had bee quite overtaken. There were lines out the back door and dozens of feet past that of people waiting to get their hair done. When 2 stepped out, they wore the same bobcut that she had on!
She scrambled around the mall to see if anything else had changed. "Ah hah, there's no way they would've changed that one!"
She peaked into the hot topic, but her disappointment couldn't have been more palpable. All the hip clothes and gothy fashions were gone, in their place was a- Unicorn Sweater?
Anna remembered now. She bought a black "Unicorn Forever" Tee there once, and had tried it on pretty much immediately. But why were there sweaters of it she wondered? She had worn a sweater previous to putting it on, but had exchanged it rather quickly. She focused hard to remember the sequence of events. She went in. There was one employee there, bored. She saw her. They talked a little, the girl had admired her sweater. She bought the Tee. The girl suddenly was acting rather rude and coldly. The manager came in to scold her. Said manager saw her, Anna recalled and was smitten by the licensed Tee, even though he looked to be 30 and the shirt was targeted towards kids and young teens? She remembered the clerk arguing with her manager for a bit quite viciously after she left. She'd never heard such bickering over a single customers fashion in her life.
Anna thought for a moment, than she put it together.
The clerk saw her with the sweater!
But the manager spotted her only after she'd put on the Tee.
So in their arguments and newfound obsessions, somehow they must've made a Frankenstein compromise and started replacing all their merchandise with Unicorn Sweaters!
Anna just stood there in disbelief. By some freak accident of merely going into the store and purchasing something, she had again altered it's contents. The store was just a vehicle to sell sweaters with tacky unicorns characters on them. She saw the same Clerk and manager in fact, spotting her. They waved happily with the same kind of stupor a cult member might their priestly leader, Jim Hones himself might as well have been there.
Anna swallowed hard. She stepped back slowly, and than ran off in fear.
