Doll Judgment
Never make a doll. Ever.
It all started about 2 weeks ago. I was working at the doll factory, as usual, clothing and repairing new and old dolls. I would occasionally help shape the dolls and make them beautiful. Perfect, even.
But then, she showed up.
She was standing in front of me. Golden hair, red hairband, blue and white dress. Beautiful, like the dolls.
She whispered in my ear in the most sickening voice I have ever heard, ".....I will see you in doll court," and ran off.
"Pshh. Whatever. Crazy," but as I said that, the dolls did something strange. They sprang off the conveyer belt, one by one, and started tying me up. Tighter and tighter, until I could barely breathe. I struggled, but that only made them angrier and more vicious, lashing at me with whips of divine light. Oh, that whip... the lashes... it was all so painful. The lashes were huge and swelled up, spewing out blood onto my arms and the rope. I struggled more. More lashes and blood.
Finally, weak from air deprivation and pain, I refused to struggle anymore. The dolls dragged me into a court-like room. Dolls everywhere, all staring. Their eyes pierced into me, as if staring at me soul.
The lead doll said in a demonic-like voice, "We brought the one you requested, Mistress Margatroid."
She stared at the doll, looking sad, with those shiny blue eyes.
"Excellent, now sit. The court shall begin in a short time."
The dolls sat down, giving me the dirtiest of looks.
The girl walked up to me and said, "Ah, Kyle. How nice of you to join us. Do you know why you are here?"
I looked up at her, in pain and fear, and said, "No, ma'am. Why am I here? And what is this place? Who are you?"
She grinned an evil grin, and said, "I am Alice Margatroid, leader of the dolls, and their persecuter. This is the doll court, a sacred place for persecutions of people and dolls. You are here because of the way you make dolls. They are not perfect, not like me."
I look at all the dolls and notice. All of them. They each have a feature of her. A Japanese doll with her golden hair, an Asian doll with her blue eyes, an American doll with her blue laced dress.
"Let's get to buisness, shall we," She said as she went and sat in her chair. "So, Kyle. You make dolls, am I correct?"
I sit up and say, "Yes, ma'am."
She got out a pad and said, "Very well. That is good. Do you make them like me?"
I hopped over to a chair and sat. "No, because I didn't know what you looked like until now."
She wrote more stuff on her pad and said, "OK, and why is that?"
I settled myself in the chair, trying to decipher what was going on.
"Because you never showed up until now." She threw a glowing orb at me, and yelled, "Unacceptable! You must make the dolls like me! You are a worthless disgrace to the doll makers! I sentance you to a slow, painful, and horribly gruesome death!!!"
The dolls got up, and walked over to me. They hastilly brought out whips and pulled me to a secret room. They took turns whipping me with the divine light, and glowing orbs. The blood in my body started pouring out, each hit growing in pain the less blood I had.
After about 5 minutes, they dragged out knives and stabbed my heart. My body shrunk from blood loss, and they continued to stab my heart, as well as my brain. In about 2 minutes, I only had a pint of blood left. I groaned and whined. Then, the head doll, got up, pulled out a katana, and stabbed it through me. I let out one final breath, and died.
Trust me. You do not want to go to the doll court.
Credited to PkmnTrainerKyle10293
Originally uploaded on June 16, 2012
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