This choice: Several weeks pass, and you are packed up in a box. • Go Back...Chapter #5Several weeks pass, and you are packed up in a ... by: Derpus   originally by Kentwolf
Your fears prove to be true, as when your Dad comes home, your Mother gushes over her cute new doll to him. However she fails to mention it was from Patty so he doesn't even look at you suspiciously, he simply says "its very cute" giving you a glance and then relaxing after his day at the factory. Your happy doll face was smiling pleasantly but inside you were screaming in frustration at your sisters clever evilness and your own terrible luck.
You figured after a while someone would recognise you, but the most notice you got was from Patty, smirking at you between flicking channels over the first few days, but even that stopped when she got bored of taunting you with no visible reaction. Your Mother dusted over you daily, that and your new dolly sisters as she called them. she had given you the doll name Prisilla, and she fussily made sure every bit of you was perfect like all the others. The days were nothing but boredom and frustration as you stared immobile at the couch and your family moving about their day.
Days turned into weeks and then even months, your parents were worried about your absense when your uncle confessed he hadnt seen you in ages. however, thanks to Patty managing to convince some girls at school to tell teachers you were around for about a week after she dollified you, they assumed you had gone missing after "Prisilla" joined the family. Your parents knew you would turn up sooner or later, once they had lost your father for a full 8 months when he had slipped and fallen unseen into his machinery and ended up as a luxury insole, thankfully Beta4 free, so he wasnt trapped other than being nearly constantly underfoot for some overworked secratary.
Though worried, they kept their hopes up and went about their lives, unaware their daughter was hidden in plain sight. One morning you were filled with dread as you saw your Mother enter the living room with a large trunk from the attic. You knew that trunk, it was where most of your Mothers dolls lived. She had so many collected over the years that she alternated the ones on display,otherwise they would fill the house. Most were kept in storage in the trunk, tucked away in the attic. Some you hadn't seen since you were four years old, every few months she swapped the dolls round and it looked like it was your turn.
You watched in silent, immobile fear as she put the replacements sitting on the couch, and gently wrapped Abigail the doll up and tucked her gently in the trunk on a pile of other carefully stored dolls, then Serenity the angel doll was tucked next to her, soon after followed Esmarelda the Ballerina doll and then it was your turn. Your Mothers hand gently wrapped around your waist and lifted you up, dusting you off and getting ready to store you like the others as Patty walked in with a can of soda. Patty blinked seeing Mom about to store you away in the attic trunk...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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