Lindyn hated the kids at the college in her hometown. All rich and snobby, even the frat boys, they acted like everyone who actually lived there was their servants. Unable to afford to go to college, she apprenticed with her father at repairing arcade machines. Not computer games, but the classic machines like pinball games, BB duck hunting games and her favorite, The Claw Machine, one of which was malfunctioning and needed for a frat party that night.
It was a rather warm day, and she was working in her normal cutoff shorts and a guy's button up shirt. Going over all the mechanics of The Claw Machine, she found a small piece of broken spring jamming the sprocket. She removed it, found where it belonged and replaced it. The machine was now working perfectly. As a kick in the shorts to the frat boys, she raised the price of each play. Hell, they could afford it and she could use the extra cash when she cleans out the coin box when it's returned. Before closing it up, she checked her tool belt and found one of her screwdrivers were missing. Looking into the pile of balls, she saw it and while reaching in to grab it, she saw a strange ball that didn't belong there. She stretched but it was just out of reach, so she climbed up and leaned way inside the machine. When she grabbed it, she felt an intense shock, causing her flinch upwards, striking her head on the claw. She faded into darkness, knocked unconscious by the blow to her head.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself surrounded by giant balls, each nearly as big as she. Lindyn looked around, but her vision was impeded by very bright lights from the ceiling. Trying to figure out where she was, she heard a familiar sound......the sound of the claw mechanism in operation, but much, much louder than normal. She looked up and saw the claw, now huge, like the spread talons of a pterodactyl, directly above her. As it abruptly descended, she dove out of the way as it crashed down onto one of the balls. As she scrambled over the balls, the claw ascended, tracked her movements and dropped again, this time catching her toolbelt as it raised. She managed to unbuckle her belt and she dropped with a thump back onto the pile of balls. Looking back up, she saw the claw coming towards her again. As it dropped, she leaned to the side, but one of the appendages snagged her shirt and began to drag her upwards until her shirt, now the consistency of tissue paper, tore away and she again fell onto the balls, her shirt hanging from the claw. Ditching her shoes to move faster as she climbed over the between the balls with the claw pursuing her, she fell and the claw dropped on her, two of the tangs hitting two balls, but one of the tangs hooked her shorts. As she began to be lifted, upside down, she unbuttoned her shorts and slipped out of them, landing hard on one of the balls. Stunned by the impact, she was unable to move when the claw descended again, directly on top of her. As it began to raise, the three tines of the claw wrapped around the ball she was lying on, pinning her to the top of the claw. She struggled and kicked, tried to open the claw to escape, but could only watch helplessly as the claw moved over top of the hopper. It raised higher, then opened, she and the ball falling into the hopper, then sliding down the chute into the awaiting hands of a drunken frat boy, one who had asked her out several times and each time receiving a "go to hell" response from Lindyn. As he looked at the tiny, nearly naked girl dangling by one of her ankles from his thumb and index finger, he smiled at her and said, "Well, now. Guess who's going to hell tonight? You should have been nicer to me. You're gonna wish you had been before this night is over".