[ TT ] You were captured and put in an arena of some sort . Nothing that they pit you against can harm you , though . Why is that ?

I returned to consciousness sitting on the floor. My hands were tied behind my back and a bag was on my head while I was leaning against a soft surface. `` Hope you like your new accommodations!'' Said a young voice. I felt the ropes binding my hands slacken, and the bag over my head was pulled away. I blinked rapidly in the sudden light. 
 
 A door closed somewhere to my left. 
 
 I was in a room about 15x30 feet in area. The walls were covered in paintings of smiling animals and a smiling sun. All around me were boxes of toys and different-sized balls were rolling around as if someone had just upended a box full of them. 
 
 `` Why am I in a daycare?'' I said out loud as I wriggled out of the ropes. The voice of my assumed captor giggled through a speaker in the corner. `` Oh, this is no daycare! This is the pit! You must fight to the death!'' 
 
 A flash of fear ran through me and settled in my stomach. 
 
 `` Well, why did you make it look like a daycare?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Because daycares are evil!'' My captor wailed. `` So annoying and full of controlling adults ***just... like... you...! ***'' 
 
 On the opposite wall from me, a small door I had n't noticed opened into darkness behind it. Almost as if the light was afraid to enter. Had I been in the middle of the room, I would have taken a step back. From the doorway I heard a ***boom... boom... boom... boom... *** that started out as mostly echo, and slowly grew fainter. Soon it became a slight ***Pit... pat... pit... pat... *** 
 
 Then from the doorway emerged... A toddler? 
 
 Startled, I shook my head. No, it ca n't be a toddler. That's ridiculous. I rubbed my eyes. The toddler still stood there. It could n't have been more than 3. It wore nothing but a diaper, and was armed with a toy lightsaber. It had a thin mop of soft brown hair, and was staring at me with an angry ferocity usually reserved for animals. 
 
 `` Now... TO THE DEATH!!!'' My captor screamed gleefully. The little bastard across the room screamed `` DIE!!!'' and stumbled towards me. I wanted to laugh. A toddler! 
 
 I stood up as the toddler made his approach. He squealed with an incredible amount of rage for a toddler as he swung his mighty plastic saber, and whacked me in the shin. He doggedly swatted me over and over and over and over and over with a ferocity I had never seen. He was relentless in his assault that did absolutely nothing. In fact, as I wandered the daycare, he followed me, smacking me in the legs with all of his strength. It was all I could do to not laugh and risk hurting the little guy's feelings. 
 
 After about half an hour, he finally gave up his assault. He dropped the toy lightsaber and focused on breathing. In between breaths he said; `` Why *huff* Wo n't *huff You *huff* Die?!'' 
 
 I felt bad. This little guy honestly thought he could kill me with a plastic lightsaber and the strength of a two year old. It was sad. 
 
 In a soft tone I said `` Oh, no. You're doing a very good Job! In fact, you've almost won!'' 
 
 He looked at me. `` Really?'' I nodded. `` Really.'' 
 
 With that, he picked up his sword, and gave my leg a slight test poke. 
 
 `` O, OW!'' I shouted, putting my best effort in being hurt. He giggled and hut me again. `` OH NO, IT HURTS!!'' Squealing with laughter, he hit me again and again and again. Each time I sank a little lower, screaming in `` pain.'' 
 
 Finally I lay on the ground in the fetal position. I looked up at him and forced a cough. `` Please... Mercy...'' I `` begged.'' He giggled and stabbed me in the chest. I gave a `` final'' scream. `` AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH.....'' I drew it out and put everything I could into it. I took a breath and let out a small `` bleh...'' and closed my eyes. 
 
 I cracked an eye open. 
 
 The toddler giggled and skipped through his little door, swinging his sword the whole way. 
 

