My eyes awoke. I was being held by a strange girl with red hair and naturally tan skin. Yet, she seemed pale with lack of sunlight. I guess that merchant finally sold me off I thought. Though I am considered unnerving so the thought confused me that anyone, let alone this adult girl would buy me. At least, I thought at first. However, as I look around I can tell this is no ordinary girl. Her walls were lined with shelves filled with dolls, of all kinds and origins it would seem. I realized it would be a wise decision to escape. And so, I began to attempt to release myself from the grasp of this strange girl.

Problem was, the girl awoke.

“Huh? Did I feel something moving?” the girl asked.

I stood still.

“Well it definitely wasn’t you my lovely dear dolly!” she exclaimed.

“Your what, now?” I thought, a bit insulted.

The girl stretched. “What do you want to do dolly?” She asked me. “Hmm, I want to do your hair I think!” she said excitedly. And so she took a brush to my hair. I cannot feel anything so I didn’t feel it coursing through my hair, but I could tell she was being gentle just from the way it went behind my head from what I could see in the mirror. Too bad for her my hair is naturally curly and thus it immediately popped out.

“Huh?! Really, after all that??” She pouted, “Dolly, your hair is just so perfect it resists change huh?” she asked.

That was one way to describe hair that has never been washed and has just been tangled for over 100 years, sure.

“It’s okay dolly I love you anyways”. She says while hugging me.

“Hey can you stop?” I asked

The girl froze there in the hug, blinking twice and slowly looking down. “D-did I hear something???” she asked in a frantic tone. I decided to play with her for a moment and keep quiet.

“Dolly I’m scared she said as she increased her squeezing”.

I then decided playtime was over so I then stood up… only to fall over backwards as she weighs far more than I can support.

“Ow!! What just happened?!” She said, in a panicked tone.

I twist my head around in a 360 degree turn, which is easy for me as I feel no pain and my joints are simply ball joints which can be easily manipulated.

The woman screamed as if she had just seen the living dead rise just in front of her. It was amusing to say the least. This freak of a doll loving girl must be having her world turn upside down right about now.

The girl sat there shivering when we heard a noise from outside the room. “Milady, is there something wrong?” the voice of a man came from the door. The girl didn’t answer so the door swung open with a slam. The man who must have been a servant in this house judging from the uniform he had on stood there staring at the room rather than trying to help her.

“Milady, is this where you sleep? It’s a mess… and it’s kind of creepy. Margarete was right after all.” he said.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

The girl didn’t care, she was too focused on what she saw, but she looked up at the guard and said with a frightened expression: “The Doll… she talked and then her head spun around!”.

“Milady, that doll didn’t do anything, maybe you should get out of this room more, it’s completely unfit for a lady of your stature to stay cooped up in this… creepy… room all day.” the servant said.

“I’m not making it up!” She shouted in desperation.

“Just get some rest milady….” he said as he left the room.

“Nice servant you’ve got there, real reliable.” I remarked in a monotone voice. Though thinking about it if it’s a rich family there may be a point to sticking around this girl. It could mean I get special treatment as one of their prized possessions, that thought does sound wonderful, to not be pawned off again that is.

The woman gasped for a breath and then said “Okay, a doll… can talk and move… okay let me think about this dolly.”

I tilted my head, intrigued at what this strange girl was talking about.

“Okay… so I’ve always said dolls were my best friends, better than humans, perfect in every single way, so in many ways this is actually the best outcome… yeah!” She exclaimed excitedly. This girl gives off an unsettling aura.

“You… think dolls are that great?” I asked.

“Yes! I mean, of course Dolly. Dolls are my favorite thing in the whole wide world!” the strange girl exclaimed.

“Can you call me by my proper title or is that unfit for someone of your…. obsession? I asked in an annoyed yet monotone voice.

“Y-yes doll- I mean yes Cordelia…” She said with a sigh. Then with a sudden unbeknownst burst of energy she exclaimed “Oh Cordelia I get to be with a living doll!! I get to have the best friend I’ve always wanted oh! I’m so excited!”. Needless to say I am concerned for my future. However my newfound goal of becoming the prized possession of this household has taken wind of me and thus I’ve decided to play along with this weird girl for the time being.

“May I get your name milady?” I asked in a posh tone.

“Yes Miss Cordelia! Oh I’m so excited you asked first! My name is Alexis, of the Elington household. We come from English origin so pardon my strange last name.” She said with an exuberant tone.

“Great.” I said. Soon I would be the prized item of the Elington household, truly I have been handed a good deck of cards today.

Alexis hugged me tightly and started rolling around, for a regular person it would have been disorienting by the time she finished. “Oh Cordelia!!” Alexis exclaimed “I want to play with you forever and ever!”. There is something wrong with this girl.

“Show me to your parents” I said. The sooner I go to the top of the household and away from this girl the better.

“No can do,” She said. “They’ll just throw you away like they did when I showed them a doll before, besides” she said with a sigh “They don’t care much for me”. Oh great now I’m with the offshoot train wreck of this family. I’ll have to work my way up at this rate, there’s no way this girl will let me speak to her parents as it would seem.

“Fine, I’ll do it myself” I say as I get up and begin walking to the door. That’s when the girl jumped on me and made me collapse on the floor.

“No Cordelia! I said no!” she said in an anxious tone. “I cannot allow you to leave my room, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, you do realize that correct?”.

“Correct…” I said with a sigh. Was I really going to be controlled by this girl? Does she even know what I am?

“Good girl” she said, patting my head while I just sat there patiently. I’m a demon for crying out loud. A bonafide creature from hell and this girl thinks she can control me? I think knowing full well that I am virtually very weak and cannot escape this woman.

“Are you going to keep me here forever?” I asked.

“Of course, I keep all my dolls in pristine condition perfect for such perfection.” she says, still patting my head. What a freak. But, if it means I can stay anywhere except that blasted garage locked in a glass container then maybe, just maybe, I prefer it.