As Betty looked over ‘The Doll’. She noticed something, something in your body and your movements. She is so use to looking at non-moving dolls, that’s why, when she saw you. She saw little breathing in the dol.
Her eyes went wide, a smile on her face. “No freaking way!” She said in a geeky tone. You hear her hands on the box as eventually it was opened. Her hand came for you, her grabby hand!
Betty raised you up to her smile as she looked down... at your chest. “I can’t believe it, I just can’t believe it!”
Crap, she’s found out. She sees you breathing and realises you are real.
“I can’t believe t-
“I’m real.”
“- This doll has a breathing function!”
Your eyes went wide, realising that you could actually have played it off as a breathing function but...
“Wait... did you just... TALK!” Yep, it was given away. You feel like an idiot, and you are in the situation you didn’t want. If she placed you somewhere thinking you were a doll, you could of just snuck out!
Well not now, now that she knows you can talk.
“Y-yes I can.”
Her eyes go wide, almost as much as Betty’s mouth. “O-Oh wow. Wow... WOW!” She said, taking in big breaths. It was the kind of geeky response you expected. She slowly lowered you down to the kitchen island, taking steps back as she was just... stunned. Eventually, she turned and left the room getting herself together.
She just saw a doll she was holding come to life. It was happened with you and Barbie so you are gonna give her a second. Paying attention, you go ahead and look around the counter you were on.
Nope, it wasn’t like you could get down from there. Which means no escape. You don’t trust this woman, or her interests. Her... DOLL FETISH could prove fatal to you.
Suddenly, you turn your head and see her coming back. Meekly moving, facial expressions galore on her face.
“Y-You are... real.” She said stunned.
“Yeah, I am.” You say back to her walking your way closer.
“Wow, just... wow.” That seems to be a favourite word of hers. She leaned her face in closer and closer. You try not to get intimidated by this giantess, as you see her face come down closer, eyes onto your privates.
Best to ignore that part.
“D-Did you come to life?” She wondered.
“A-Actually no, but I know someone who did.” You say to yourself. “L-listen uh... my name is (your Name), I actually live on Muriel Street.”
“T-That’s across the town.” She said down to you.
“yeah, well I ended up shrunken. I’m not actually a doll. Can you understand me?” You wonder back to her awkwardly.
“Betty!” She blurted out. “My name is Betty Rams. Betty.”
“Okay, got it Betty. Look can you take me home. I know you were so... excited about getting another doll, but yeah. I know you spent money, so i’ll give you some if you take me home. What do you say?”
Get out, that was the main plan that you had. She looked her way down to you, her eyes meeting yours.
“B-But I did pay for you.” She said, a playful smile. She didn’t know how to really do playful, as her face looked a bit odd.
“But you can’t own people.”
“B-But you can own dolls.” She countered. “A real life doll, just for me!”
“I-I told you i’m not a doll.”
“Well, semiotics.” She waved it off literally. “You are a doll now, let me show you around (Your Name!)”
Her hand came for you, much like before as she wrapped her fingers around you. You felt her fingers around you, gripping hard. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t move. You couldn’t move, no matter how much you wanted.
Her fingers were wrapped around you, holding you so you could see, and so she could see your little package.
“Betty, you can’t keep me here!”
“Hmm... I guess,” Betty said. “With moving dolls they might run away. W-Well you won’t be able to.” She laughed, a snort and a pig laugh as you look at her. She walked over through her home, showing you around.
Against your will. She seemed to love feeling your small body between her fingers. She showed you the computer, the bathroom, the bedroom, and her large collection of dolls. She seemed proud of it, but you didn’t care.
Finally Betty walked over to the model neighbourhood she made.
“You wanna live here!” Betty said crouching down. The doll obsessed girl dropping you at the entrance.
She welcomed you into the neighbourhood. Seeing models the same size of you, not moving. This was not the life that you wanted.
You finally had your chance to run, so you took it. Betty didn’t expect it. Seeing you turn around and sprint between her legs. You didn’t look up her skirt.
“W-Wait, don’t run! You gotta see this!” She said angrily. You didn’t listen, you just keep running. Until her fingers came for you.
She reached for you, and although you tried your hardest to fight against her fingers, she raised you up.
“N-No!” You shout back to her as she pulled you back to her face. Her grip a bit harder, as she stood tall.
“Wow, you can’t run from me silly!” She didn’t even seem mad when she said this. If anything she seemed to adore the fact you ran. “I was gonna let you walk around with your little legs, but if you are gonna run, I can’t.”
“Let me go!” You shout to her. “I’m not one of your stupid dolls!”
And this got her angry. A quick squeeze, something you defiantly felt. “My dolls aren’t stupid. You are starting to sound like my sister.” She frowned. “You are doll size, so you are a doll.”
What nightmare are you in!?
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