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Hello.

May I introduce myself? My name is Andinah. I suppose I'm here to tell you a story tonight. That's if you can stay long enough to hear me out. Or do you not care? Fine, then ignore me and drink your beer. I'll be sitting here, waiting until you change your bleedin' mind.

…Oh, that quick, was it? Or maybe you just can't leave a pretty girl hanging.

Tee hee. I can leave a pretty girl hanging. Several of them hanging, in fact! But that's not the story.

You see, it begins with a little girl. That little girl had an obsession with dolls. Beautiful, rosy cheeked porcelain dolls. She loved them to pieces, sometimes quite literally. They were the centre of her life, her only and everything. But as she grew older, her fondness for dolls began to decrease, and soon she forgot altogether about her beautiful ceramic friends.

They didn't care for that too much, however. In fact, they didn't care for it at all! Of course, all jilted toys go through this phase. But no toy took it quite as hard as these dolls did. They were battered and abused by this girl, and she just forgot them? One heartbeat she was loving them, and the next heartbeat she'd found something new to fixate on. How dare she?

They wouldn't let her get away with it.

One night, the girl came home with a boy. And, quite naturally, they did the things that boys and girls do when left in a room together for a long period of time. And the dolls were furious! She didn't even bother to turn them away from this hideous action, forcing them to watch every single minute of it!

They were positively livid!

The dolls suggested many ways to get the girl's affection's back. One suggested they pick her flowers, and another suggested they bake her cookies. But one doll was so angry that she refused to even think of getting the girl's love back. No, she would make the girl pay for all the transgressions she had committed. So, that night, while no one was looking, that doll stole a lovely, sharp paring knife.

And proceeded to cut off the girl's left thumb.

Needless to say, the girl attempted to scream. But thoughtful dolls were these, and they had already gagged her. The lead doll held up the thumb proudly and giggled, "See what happens when you don't love us anymore?" She tossed aside the thumb and placed the paring knife in the girl's hand, "Now, since we were made to entertain you so many years ago, you will entertain us."

The girl was outmatched and outclassed, so all she could do was numbly nod her head, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"You see, we want friends. Since you've left us all alone…" The doll gestured to their place upon the girl's toy chest, "The least you could do is provide us with some entertainment. You will go out, and you will make us dolls, until we have deemed your sins to be atoned for. Do you understand?"

All she could do was nod.

Now she wanders the streets, looking for supple flesh and beautiful people to make her dolls happy. She lives for them, just as she did so long ago.

…You know, your skin looks like it would stitch easily.

What was that? Oh, nothing, darling. How about I buy you another drink?

Tee hee.

Description
Hello.

May I introduce myself? My name is Andinah. I suppose I'm here to tell you a story tonight. That's if you can stay long enough to hear me out. Or do you not care? Fine, then ignore me and drink your beer. I'll be sitting here, waiting until you change your bleedin' mind.

…Oh, that quick, was it? Or maybe you just can't leave a pretty girl hanging.

Tee hee. I can leave a pretty girl hanging. Several of them hanging, in fact! But that's not the story.

You see, it begins with a little girl. That little girl had an obsession with dolls. Beautiful, rosy cheeked porcelain dolls. She loved them to pieces, sometimes quite literally. They were the centre of her life, her only and everything. But as she grew older, her fondness for dolls began to decrease, and soon she forgot altogether about her beautiful ceramic friends.

They didn't care for that too much, however. In fact, they didn't care for it at all! Of course, all jilted toys go through this phase. But no toy took it quite as hard as these dolls did. They were battered and abused by this girl, and she just forgot them? One heartbeat she was loving them, and the next heartbeat she'd found something new to fixate on. How dare she?

They wouldn't let her get away with it.

One night, the girl came home with a boy. And, quite naturally, they did the things that boys and girls do when left in a room together for a long period of time. And the dolls were furious! She didn't even bother to turn them away from this hideous action, forcing them to watch every single minute of it!

They were positively livid!

The dolls suggested many ways to get the girl's affection's back. One suggested they pick her flowers, and another suggested they bake her cookies. But one doll was so angry that she refused to even think of getting the girl's love back. No, she would make the girl pay for all the transgressions she had committed. So, that night, while no one was looking, that doll stole a lovely, sharp paring knife.

And proceeded to cut off the girl's left thumb.

Needless to say, the girl attempted to scream. But thoughtful dolls were these, and they had already gagged her. The lead doll held up the thumb proudly and giggled, "See what happens when you don't love us anymore?" She tossed aside the thumb and placed the paring knife in the girl's hand, "Now, since we were made to entertain you so many years ago, you will entertain us."

The girl was outmatched and outclassed, so all she could do was numbly nod her head, tears coursing down her cheeks.

"You see, we want friends. Since you've left us all alone…" The doll gestured to their place upon the girl's toy chest, "The least you could do is provide us with some entertainment. You will go out, and you will make us dolls, until we have deemed your sins to be atoned for. Do you understand?"

All she could do was nod.

Now she wanders the streets, looking for supple flesh and beautiful people to make her dolls happy. She lives for them, just as she did so long ago.

…You know, your skin looks like it would stitch easily.

What was that? Oh, nothing, darling. How about I buy you another drink?

Tee hee.