The new Harper said the quote "I'll pwotec you baby doll" to her baby doll gripping it tight.

Once upon a pixelated midnight, in a seemingly quiet suburban home, slept 16-year-old James. The ever-reliable elder brother, he was tasked with babysitting his sweet little 7-year-old sister, Harper. Their mom was on a business tour, leaving the duo behind nestled safely within the comfort of their home. Inky silence unexpectedly shattered by a cascade of sounds. Roused from his sleep, James emerged believeing it to be Harper stirring. He began lumbering towards the stairs, only to be stopped dead in his tracks. Unfamiliar figures were downstairs, seemingly tossing the place into chaos. Panic scrabbled in his chest, but he quickly silenced it. His one thought—Harper. Silently, he sneaked back, his heart pounding as he made his way into Harper's room. She was still sound asleep; untouched and blissfully unaware, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic dance of slumber. In an instinctive act of protection, he moved to lock her room only to stumble over a pair of Harper's strap-on sandals. He shook off the momentary disgust from the incident and drew a deep breath, turning to lock the door. Suddenly he felt strange. It started from the tips of his toes, a peculiar sensation. He looked down and gasped, seeing his feet morphed into Harper's, a cover of chipped nail polish adorning his toenails. The changes snowballed from there. His legs twitching, shrinking and softening as the body of his beloved sister enveloped his. He looked in horror at his reflection in the mirror: James was disappearing. His hair turned blonde, with tight springs of curls; his eyes, a startling blue, the innocent eyes of his sister. He opened his mouth, shocked, revealing a set of baby teeth. Balancing on dainty, unfamiliar feet, he spun around just as a pink dress formed around him, catching a baby doll that emerged into his slender arms. Dumbfounded, he turned to look over at his sleeping sister, only to witness his Harper slowly evaporating into a misty haze. Before he could shout, protest, or even comprehend, Harper vanished, leaving an empty bed behind. That's when realization struck him, debilitating and horrifying. He was not just turning into Harper, he was replacing her. His memories flickered and morphed, like a slideshow fast forwarded on a loop. Teenagehood, friends, school, leisure—all replaced by plushies, tea parties, and giggles. Before he could fight it, new memories surfaced: tea parties, drawings, playdates... Harper's memories. And then, like a feather carried through gentle winds, he was lifted and transported onto Harper's empty bed. The transformation was completed. Harper awoke, oblivious. She stretched, blinking at her room. She slipped her feet into her sandals, rose from bed and picked up a tiara from the dresser, wearing it like the princess she was. Then, realizing she was thirsty, she moved towards her room door. Opening the locked door, she saw unfamiliar people downstairs under the dim light. Her juvenile heart thumped fearfully. With brakes on her adventures, she retreated and locked herself in her room again, shaking. Unfortunately, a frill of her princess dress got caught. She quickly disentangled herself; her tiara falling as she hid under her bed, clutching her baby doll. "I'll pwotec you baby doll," she whispered, snuggled against the familiar toy as she waited for their mother's return. The old Harper was now a forgotten painting in the warehouse of time. James was now a mere shattered memory embedded in a broken phone, and the house had a new Harper who had no memory of ever being a 16-year-old lad called James.