The teenagers hid deep inside from where any Ashley could find them. They stood close behind and watched out on occasion, seeing if any openings presented themselves. These hopes were dashed even further when the Mannequins begin to creak and fidget. Their faces re-sculpted, chiseling themselves away bit by bit until their faces took on a familiar visage. Ashley's face, her exact face, stamped into the Mannequins. Their bodies took on her proportions and the clothes they modeled for became hers. Each robotic movement they made seemed more natural by the moment, they'd fully come alive!
"No! N-no, noooo! It's not possible!" A stray teenager yelled, before another cupped his mouth.
The Mannequins turned around. They'd heard him!
Like a series of petite Frankenstein dolls, one by one they got up and marched towards the group of teenagers, porcelain Ashley soldiers ready to capture their next prey.
