Alan Abernathy (Gwendy Elite Story)

(Credit for these first few chapters of this go to trendytoys27, who I asked before moving it onto here)

Standing behind the cash register of his father's hobby shop, impatient 20-year-old Alan Abernathy leaned on the counter watching the outside world. "Come on, come on." He mumbled tracking passing cars with his eyes, waiting for a particular one. Looking at a nearby clock, he sighed and pushed off the counter. "What's taking so long, the place is just outside of town." the boy exhaled stating at the ceiling, referring to heartland toys storing building on the outskirt out of town.

Suddenly the sound of a familiar vehicle grew nearer. Catching the sound of the brakes slowing down, Alan brought his eyes back to the front windows. Right outside was parked a white truck that read, "Heartland Play Systems". "Okay, time to make some cash." Alan chuckled to himself and exiting the cashier's area.

Stepping out of the store, Alan had to wait a few seconds before the driver came into his vision from behind the other side of the truck.

"Hey, Alan, hows the world treating you?" the older man greeted the teen on the other side of the vehicle. Approaching the truck Alan said, "You, Joe, are the highlight of my day." "Jeez, tough break kid," Joe replied while opening one of the doors to the back of the truck. Giving a shake of his head, Alan just skipped to a new topic, "New truck?" he asked, pointing out the new locking mechanism for the doors. "Naw." the truck driver answered, before opening the second door.

"New owners. See?" he continued, by showing off a new logo upon his back, and another on the boxes inside the truck. Most reading "Globotech". "Soon everything will be owned by one giant corporation." Joe paused his remark to climb into the back of the vehicle, "Then, it's good-bye microbreweries."

Separating a stack of Globotech boxes, Joe finally asks the question that Alan was dreading during his wait for the delivery to be made, "As much as I like talking to you kid, I'm still on the job. So, where's your dad? I got his order right here" Taking a calming inhale, Alan answered, "Actually...it's my order. My dad is off at a seminar out of town and put me in charge, and let me order a few boxes to sell on my own"

The elderly man was a bit taken aback by what his younger friend said. "Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are." Alan chuckled as he helped Joe get the boxes out the truck.

Putting the last of the boxes on a dolly, Alan asked the old man if he wanted to see what he ordered, to which Joe replied, "Naw, still got to get orders across town. Just fill me in next time." he said, closing the back of the truck. "Alright, see'ya Joe" Alan waved off the older driver before wheeling, his stack of boxes inside the shop. Navigating through the store's pathway to the back of the store, Alan couldn't stop smiling down on his boxes of toys, each was filled with Heartland's new line of action figures, the Commando Elite.

Placing the first of the stack of boxes on the table, but as he gripped the cardboard, the boy noticed the shipping order sticker on the box.

It contained his Father's name, Stuart Abernathy, and the store's name, "The Inner Child". Alan's eyes rolled over all the information, absorbing each piece passively. Yet in a search for the words "Commando", or "Elite", all excitement drained from his body. There was no hint of the first, but the second came after a familiar word.

"Th-The Gwendy Elite?" the sole person in the toy store questioned the box. Still, in shock of his discovery, Alan grabbed the box-cutter from his pocket and sliced at the tape holding the box closed. But instead seeing of gritted yellow teeth, there were two rows of differing pageant style smiles and blonde and brunette human-like hair. "No, no, no.," he said staring at the rows of dolls that filled the cardboard box. "Dammit! The phone operator must have misheard me."

"And we won't be able to get another until the next of the month," he grunted with his head in his hands. Sighing, he grabbed one of the doll boxes, a blonde with her sides shaved off, in all black and a camouflage jacket. In the doll's packaging was a size appropriate knife, walkie talky, and a handgun.

"That's a weird hai-," the boy stopped mid-sentence, feeling a card tacked on the bottom of the box. "Okay, this is new," Alan said examining the paper. "Action Calls," he read off the card, "Voice activated commands for when you want your toys to play back."

"Okay, let's try a few of these out," Alan said, ready to open the doll's box, reading the calls in his head all the while. Nearing the end of the list of phases the toy would react to, he stopped picking at the box. He placed it on the table and began to chuckle, "They can't be serious. A doll can't really do all of these." Taking some steps back, the stack of Globotech box took Alan's gaze from the single doll box. Thinking of the card in his hand, he thought, "Wonder if they would work with all of the 'Elite'."

And so Alan reached in the box and grabbed another doll, this one a redhead in a green jumpsuit that showed cleavage, and bits yellow underneath. She came with a toolbox to match her size, as well as a submachine gun. But the boy cared not for the box's contains, he was more interested in what an identical card on the packaging's bottom said. Growing a grin, he placed the toy's box in his hand on the table and reached in the cardboard box for another one.

Alan pulled out one more doll to test his experiment. The box he pulled out contained a Gwendy doll with a stereotypical beautiful symmetrical face, perfect smile, and gorgeous long blonde hair. The doll was wearing camo booty shorts and a matching camo bra showing a shapely midriff and a long luscious pair of legs as well as a busty top. Alan looked at the doll and read her name at the bottom of the box "Cadet Kinky?" He read wondering why they had such a sexual name for a kids toy. The doll's description read for reconnaissance and a abduction for high-value enemy targets. In her package contained a miniature walkie-talkie, a seemingly sharp miniature sword or knife a miniature whip to dominate her prisoners of war.

Alan stood her up next to the other two Gwendy Elites and with a puffed out his chest ordered a simple word in the doll's direction, "Ten-Hut".