The Captain Marvels

Giving more of a cursory glance than a proper inventory, you figured since no one else had been here since the Captain Marvel delivery this morning, it was probably fine to just head out. You shut off the lights and lock up, heading to your car. You get about five minutes down the road, when you realize you forgot your phone. With a huff and a curse, you turn back and park around back. After some angry grumbling, you unlock the back door and head back in. Once inside, your grumble go quiet. You hear something rustling somewhere in the aisles of the storage warehouse.

Wary that it could be an intruder, and lamenting you didn’t find your phone yet, you quietly went to investigate. Rounding a corner, you stopped in your tracks, dumbfounded.

Every single surplus Captain Marvel toy was…out of its box, walking and carrying things like scissors and wire. You knew their new AI made them move on their own, but this was ridiculous! All 24 of the 18-inch figures, with each of her variant looks — six with her long hair, six with her short hair, six with her bomber jacket and six with her helmet and mohawk, moved about different tasks in regimented formation. Around them, you notice they’d gathered other boxes and supplies, and built some kind of basecamp. At the head was the small white board from your desk, with a crude overhead map of the store, and beside that was a stockpile of office and warehouse supplies — so THAT’S where the supply closet stuff went!

As soon as you entered the aisle, they all turned and looked up at you, an audience of rubbery clones of Brie Larson’s face.