User:Justyouandmeforever

Play-With- Me- Marie

The time was 19th century. The Bells of the Church rang through the sleepy town by the boarder of Paris; France in celebration of the long waited Easter Holiday. Many of the town’s people flood the streets as they walks solemnly to the Church, the bells drowning their ears. Well… Not all of the townspeople…

One young man stayed behind from the crowd, inside the little world he likes to call his basement. He had no tolerance for such petty things as messing around with Church and other holy activities. Besides, he had no GOOD family to spend it with anyways… He would have been able to keep himself entertained with making and selling dolls to the little boys and girls of France… But he had to close it down in observance to this holy Sunday… “Damn it…” he mumbles and scribbles in his sketching pad. His shaky and stiff hand carefully holds his quill as he draws out the plans of a new doll for the day after Easter since that is when most families go shopping anyways.

He huffs quietly as he thinks of the design of his doll. Most of the dolls in his collection consist of cloth dolls with yarn hair and button eyes. But he was bored of such things. He wanted to test his craft in doll making and go even farther in his special art. He looks around his room for inspiration. A few beer bottles, a mannequin, some thread and yarn, and even a life-size porcelain statue of The Virgin Mary that his extremely religious mother kept to keep the home holy… Oh mother… Wait… Porcelain… He finally struck a bit of genius! He rushes to the statue and smirks a tad wickedly. How could he think such thoughts…? But, this was for an innovative cause.

Then again, it was expensive to have an artisan craft it… Oh… TO HELL WITH IT!!! With no hesitation, he grabs a sledge hammer from his work bench and walks to the statue slowly… His shoes making a creaking sound on the old and tattered wooden floor. He raises the hammer in the air and slams it against the statue, winning a sickening ‘crack’ from it. He slams his hammer against the Virgin Mary’s statue a few more times until it was a pulp of nothing but shattered pieces of holiness… He carefully carries away every single piece of the statue, rather happy that his old and wrinkly mother was not there to smack him with a wooden spoon!

He quickly scatters the pieces in a cobblestone pot and starts a fire in the dusty old fireplace he would keep for warmth. He heats the porcelain in the pot and cackles quietly as the broken face of the virgin melts into a puddle of amazing colors… But unfortunately, it fades to a dull black. He shrugs it off and gives himself a mental note to paint over the doll once it is done. He then grabs one of the large molds for the body parts… They were far too small… But the mannequin wasn't… Once the liquid was hot enough, he carefully pours the liquid over the mannequin’s body parts and waits for the mold to get hard.

While the mold was cooling off, the doll maker went to work. He felt something was off once the doll was in the mold… But he soon shook it off and began to draw out the plans for his female, life-sized doll. She would be one of the most beautiful dolls ever created in France. No one could beat his work! She would be graced in fine clothing and would have beautiful smooth features… And no yarn hair, she was better than that! Instead, he would use some of the hair from the barber shops… Yes… This will be the doll of the century…

For month, the doll maker has been searching around Paris for things for his lovely doll that he has not named yet. He searched the barber shops that would permit him to get hard that was left behind after being cut. He would barter with special merchants from faraway lands for special garments and fabrics. He even went as far as to gamble to earn enough money for the doll’s paint.

It was the fifteenth of August, The Virgin Mary’s Assumption Day. The day he has been waiting for this whole time… For months, he has been toiling around to find the perfect items for his little friend. He has been beaten in bars for cheating in gambles for money and has picked up pieces of hair for her beautiful scalp. And most of all, he had to endure through his mother’s harsh complaints… How humorous that she did not discover that her beloved statue is gone… He quietly laughs at the thought as he grips tightly on the silk cloth covering his doll…

In one swift motion, he removes the cloth, allowing the doll’s black, inky strands to hit her dainty and tanned face gently. He smiles in a cheeky way before examining the doll: Her rosy cheeks, her red, rosy lips, her perfect slope nose… And her glorious hazel eyes… She was perfect… He takes a step back as he marvels at her red bow hanging proudly from her white collar and her poufy yellow skirt with its glorious frills on the rims fall perfectly, revealing her rather sexy stripped red and yellow socks and red, sparkly heels… With… Cute bows on them…

Could this be… Lust for his own doll…?! He laughs aloud. As if he would dare make a sexual advantage at an inanimate object! “How scandalous!!!” He proclaims whilst laughing. He looks back at his doll. She was surely a beautiful doll though… But he was doing this for money from the beginning, so alas, he had to sell her. He was certainly not selling her for cheap though! He was getting a lot of money for his efforts! He knew it!

He kept the doll proudly by the shop window, surrounded by freshly picked roses every day. For the next few weeks, he would brush her hair and pick off the lint from her dress and give her a fresh face. When his mother was not complaining and was either at Church or asleep, he would talk to his doll about his problems. It was like as if she was listening to him… She did… He told her about his childhood of having an abusive father would rape his mother every day and would beat him to a pulp when he dared to come home drunk. He told her about his fascination with dolls after the death of his sister due to small pox. He told her about his first love and about his fears and joys in life. The doll felt loved…

Even though the doll knew about him… He knew not a thing about his own creation, for she had many things she wanted to tell her creator, like how much she enjoyed his company and how sorry she was for making him spend so much money on her. She wanted so much to say… But she was too afraid to do so… As a matter of fact, she was confused on how she had such thoughts or feelings… It puzzled her and brought such a sense of confusion, that the doll maker soon noticed her facial features changing. He shook it off as the paint wearing off and would repaint her face.

Every night when the doll maker would fall asleep on his table, the doll would try to move her legs and rams everyday with the bolts that made her joints move. Every night, she would move one inch… After many moons have passed, the doll maker started to lose hope in his creation… Less and less, did he paint her face and remove the lint and dust from her clothing, less and less did he comb her smooth hair… Less and less…

It was the 31st of October… Not one soul has bought the doll. The maker thought of any possible reasons to why no one would buy it “was it the price? The store…? The doll…?” He thought this over to his soon to be grave… If it were not for his doll. That night, he paced across the room, contemplating on what went wrong… The doll maker just gives up… “I… Should just… End it…” He groans through falling tears as he violently grabs a piece of rope and quickly drags his chair to the head lamp. He ties his neck to the rope and stands on the chair. He glances at his doll which is under her blanket and waves “goodbye… My dear…”

The doll can see through the blanket… She does not know what is going on… But when he said goodbye, she knew for certain that she could not make him leave, not now… Not ever!!! She moves the blanket from her face and rushes to the doll maker. He gasps as the doll moves with all of her might to him and fall over, choking himself. He regretted his act of selfishness. The doll finally makes it to him and holds his body up so his neck does not dangle on the rope and unties the knot before letting the doll maker fall into her arms. She stares at her creator and he stares at her… Could this be…?

He dared not to look… But his eyes betrayed him, and he was seen face to face with his own creation. “You… You saved my life… And you… Are MOVING!!!” He almost chokes on the last words before standing up straight and looking into the doll’s eyes “how are you moving?! How is it possible?! What witchcraft is this?! How…” The doll says nothing, instead, she wraps her arms around the doll maker and hugs him tightly. He hesitates at first, wondering if he was truly dead, and soon enough hugs her back. This made the doll almost jump in shock, unaware that he would hug back.

He lets go and scans her. This was so… Unreal… What is making her move…? “C-can you talk…?” He asks raising a curious brow. The doll tries her best to move her jaws, but she had none for her to speak. He shakes his head and swears quietly “would you… LIKE to talk…?” He asks with his hands to his hips as he rubs his pale chin. She shakes her head frantically. He stopped her before giggling “alright now… I don’t want your screws to come loose my dear…” He purrs before stroking her hair. How was this possible…? Could this truly be a gift from the Virgin Mary…? After all he has done to her… Smashing her into bits so that she may live on in a doll. Or so he thought… For Mary has left his soul…

He set the doll down on his studio chair and began to carve her a mouth so that she may open it. He screwed in a few bolts and before he knew it, she could move her jaw… But the question remained: Can she still talk? He blinks before getting her on his feet and gently squeezes her hands “Wha… What do you want me to call you now…? I mean, you do deserve a name…” He notes smiling at her.

His eyes captured her eyes so quickly… She opened her mouth and said the first syllable of her doll-life “Hi…” She smiles more and giggles. He was shocked at how quickly she had learn to speak. And her voice was so… Dainty. Almost like a timid nun… He wrapped his hands around her cold, hard ones and laughs quietly “it still seems so… Unreal.. As if I am dreaming… is this a dream…?” He asks.

The dolls attempts to shake her head, but with failed efforts; she gives up and mumbles a barely audible “no.” There was no way he could tell his mother lest she will sprinkle with holy water and remove him from the house and possibly break his doll. He thinks about his next plan. A talking and moving doll; imagine all the praise he will get for this though… His work would be very popular around France. He could afford enough for his own house and could even hosts shows, presenting his lovely doll… The doll finally breaks the silence “Marie.” She notes quietly with a small smile. The doll maker lifts his head and blinks in confusion “Marie?” He asks. The doll attempts to nods, but fails at that as well “yes… I want… Marie… Name…” She says to the best of her ability. The doll make smiles “oh, alright. Marie it is!” He says as he strokes her smooth and almost shiny skin. If only she could feel it… But alas, she could feel nothing…

For the next few days, the doll maker has been teaching his creation how to speak and move her limbs so that she may be like an actual human girl. He threw away any ideas of this being odd. When you are surrounded by dolls all day, what would one expect? The doll soon began to walk like a girl, she was able to speak in French fluently in only a matter of weeks and she could hold a tea cup. Unfortunately, she could not drink or else the tea would fill her interior which would cause a terrible odor later on.

Soon, it was time for the doll maker to take his little creation for a stroll outside… Luckily, his wrinkly and wart infested mother was not in the house for she went to service on this cloudy sunny day. He had to put a black cloak over her head so that no possible rain water erases her beautiful face. He hesitated at first with this idea. What if someone were to find out…? He threw away such ideas and soon takes his first steps in such a long time with his doll. Despite it being a cloudy day, his eyes were burning from the atmosphere. He gently brings his doll out and closes the door. He looks back at his creation that had her head up and about. Looking around the large but dull area… So this was the human world… Her new home… She smiles at her master and giggles “shall we go…?” She purrs quietly before she nods for him to continue. Of course… There were some difficulties with her nodding.

He smiles at her and takes her hand in a tight grasp. She yearned to feel his touch… Just once… She gives a feign smile to her creator, and he smiles back. He begins to walk with her. Marie was absolutely gob smacked by the many sights of the boarder of Paris. Her heels make a quiet clicking sound with each step. She then jumps up as she hears a bellowing call “hey! Thomas!!!” A tanned and chiseled man calls as he walks to him and Marie… Marie was shocked she didn't know his name earlier. Why didn't he tell her…? She was hurt by this… Could this be… Feeling…? She closes her eyes and opens them so she could just forget…

The newly proclaimed Jason turns to his old childhood friend and laughs “Nathaniel! Hello!!!” He bellows back as he smiles and waves. Nathaniel scans his old friend before hugging him and turns to Marie “why… Hello milady…” He says with a charming grin. Marie tilts her head and mumbles a quiet greeting before glancing at the new character. Thomas hugs his friend “such a long time!” He notes before turning to Marie

“Marie, this is my friend, Nathaniel. Nathaniel… This is… Um… My cousin. Yes, my cousin Marie!” He lies to his friend before smiling at both Marie and Nathaniel.” Nathaniel smirks “oh good, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn't belong to a guy that stays inside all day” Nathaniel jokes with a wink. Marie just stared into the man’s eyes… Thomas… Has another friend…? He friend he would even give his name too…? She forms her hands into a fist and smiles in a cheeky way. He even had the nerve to insult her dearest creator…?

Thomas just laughs, this much to Marie’s surprise. He glares playfully at his friend “oh my, aren't you all talk Nathan” he says laughing with his friend. Marie looks around and stares at the gray sky… Nathaniel stares at Marie “wow… You are a pretty girl, no…?” He purrs in his accent. Marie stares into his eyes, and with no hesitation, she wraps her hands around his neck and squeezes with all of her might. Making him a sickening blue. She continues to grasp onto his neck harder as she hears a few cracking sounds. “Die… Die… Die… Die…” She mumbles as she shakes him.

This absolutely shocked Thomas. He gasped as people began to stare and he soon removed her hands from his friend’s neck. She lets go finally, leaving black and blue rings around his wind-pipe. Thomas was not only shocked, but frightened… Why would she do that…? He catches his friend as he falls and turns to Marie “the hell was that?!” He growled with furrowed brown. Marie blinks and tilts her head in a sickening way “but… I thought… You were my only friend… He made fun of you Thomas…” She takes a step close to him and smiles in a rather odd way… Thomas stared at that smile… “I didn't carve that kind of grin on her…” He thinks as he looks at his friend and sighs before bringing him to a nearby bench and checking his neck. Marie surely bruised him. He dusts off himself and glares at Marie “I think we have had enough time outside…” He says before grabbing her hand by force and dragging her away so that Nathaniel does not get crossed when he wakes up… If he ever wakes up…

Once Thomas and Marie got to the house, he locked the doors and sighs before sliding down the door. He glances at Marie as she removes her cloak and looks at him with her hazel eyes “are you mad?” she asks with a worried look on her face. He glances up at her “why… Would you do that Marie…? What drove you to do that…?” He asks confused. She shrugs again “he… Hurt you… I am your friend… Your only friend…” She says smiling in another demented grin.

He shakes his head “no no no no Marie! I have other friends as well. It is pointless to just go ahead and try to hurt my friends! He did nothing to you! You… You damned contraption!” He hisses. Marie gasps… How could he say such things…? She wasn’t damned… She was made from the shattered Virgin Mary… The Mary he broke with his own hands… Thomas thinks for quite some time “maybe… It was foolish of me to break that statue…” He thinks before raising his head at the sound of… Strange laughter “teheheheeeeeee… “Meilleurs amis pour toujours ... Vous n'en aurez pas, mais moi .. Thomas.” Marie hisses in French before slouching forward and stares at her creator with… Pitch black eyes… “Y-your eyes…” He mumbles shivering in shock and slight fear as he slides away “Marie… Are you alright…?” He asks.

He stares at her mouth and notices her smile has grown from cheek to cheek… “Marie… What has happened to you?!” He yells in fear. She cackles again, instead of her dainty and innocent voice, she was wearing a bitter and bone chilling laughter. “Don’t worry about that my love… It doesn’t matter! You will surely get used to it when I am done with YOU!!!” She yells before grabbing him by the collar. She drags him to the basement. Thomas was now wishing he had his mommy with her wooden spoon.

Marie throws him onto the floor with a sickening ‘thud.’ She smiles and sits on top of his pelvis in a rather sexy manner. “don’t worry love… I won’t let your so called ‘friends’ make fun of you again… You won’t be going outside… Ever!!!” She yelps at him before hugging him lovingly. This brought shivers down his spine. He knew that feeling wasn’t for nothing… Oh how foolish was he… Just then, he hears the door unlocking. Mother! His heart beat increases as he looks upstairs….

Marie also hears the unlatching of the door and looks up. Her pitch black orbs fixated on the opened door to the basement. A shrill sound soon fills the silent home “you filthy worthless pig!!!” His mother yells towards her son as the sound of her elephant-like footsteps echo louder… And Louder… Marie’s grin fades away as she hears the insults that Thomas’ wretched mother threw at him. “How could she…?” Marie hisses.

Marie gasps as she feels something near her eye. She touches around her eye and looks at her hand to see some sort of black liquid. The thought of her feeling soon hits her; “I can feel…?” She asks quietly as she rubs her arms and her legs. This was impossible. Her smile grows even more, if it was even remotely possible. “I can feel! Hahaha… I can feel Thomas! I feel it!!!” She shirlls as she arches her back in a demented and almost possessed manner before howling such a bone shivering laugh, that it madeThomas’ mother from upstairs shiver.

“Thomas you damn fool! What are you doing down there?!” She snaps to her son before marching downstairs to see a young lady on top of her little boy. She gasps in shock: Her son about to have sexual advances in HER basement?! She grunts in anger and marches to the two before gripping Marie’s hair by force, making the doll shriek in pain. But this was not a natural shriek… It was more of a lustful shriek… Marie has never felt such a strange feeling before. The sharp sting it gave to her scalp, the rush of energy and the stinging needles piercing her… She loves it…

Thomas shoots up before getting the sludge hammer he used on the statue. “Mother… Step away… Now.” He orders shivering as he eyes Marie. His mother scowls her son and throws the doll to the floor forcefully before walking to her son… ‘smack!’ she delivers a quick blow to his cheek, making him drop his hammer and fall to the floor with a hand on his cheek. She shakes her head and mumbles a few incoherent words “you were a mistake… You have grown mad in here!!! You don’t deserve to be in this house!!! How dare you raise a hammer at your own mother you worthless wretch!!!” She yells as she kicks him repeatedly, making him lose consciousness…

Marie stares in complete horror before lowering her head. The black liquid running down her porcelain cheeks and onto the floor in a hollow splash. “Arrêtez…” She mumbles quietly “Arrêtez!!!” She shrills before quickly getting up and wrapping her hands around the mother’s fat neck. She then squeezes her hands so hard, she could hear the familiar cracking sounds. Thomas, too injured to help, stares in horror as his creation strangles his mother. He looks over to his mother, who was turning shades of purple and blue whilst struggling to curse. Marie throws the woman on the floor, a bruised neck as a new necklace. Marie pants and accidentally hits her hand against the working bench, making her wince in pain. She loved it. The bench soon gave her an idea…

A playful and sadistic smiles plays on the doll’s face as she stares at the mother; in one swift move, Marie clears everything from his work bench and grabs the mother by the hair before picking her up with ease and slamming her fat body on the table. This shocked Marie, how could such a fat old hag not break this table…? Marie shrugs it off and smiles before digging around one of Thomas’ drawers. Living in the basement most of her life made it possible for her to know where EVERYTHING is in the underground.

Marie takes out twenty eight nails and holds a good five in her mouth, with the rest in her hands. She sets them near the work bench and takes out some working tape. “What are you doing?!” The hag asks in anger mixed with fear as she stares at the pretty girl. The girl smiles with the nails in her mouth and tilts her head “why… There can be only one friend… One part… One soul… One girl… And most importantly… One heart in Thomas’ life. It is certainly not yours doll~” She trills in muffled words before tapping the woman’s hands and feet to the table. Marie looks back at Thomas and smiles sweetly at his direction. He was unable to do anything at the moment due to the pain his mother inflicted on him. He just stares with tears in his eyes, his throat dry of pain…

Marie turns to the mother, and instead of her gentle smile that she gave her creator, she replaced it with a crooked and curled smile. She cradles a nail on one of the fat woman’s finger joints. Her pinky to be exact and digs around for a hammer in the drawer “Hehehe…” She giggles in a high pitched and innocent tone… “It will be quite pleasant to see your soul rot in hell once I am finished with you!” She chirps happily as she presses the nail to her finger, making it bleed a little. The mother shivers and looks up. “Dear Mary… Help me…” She whispers teary eyed, almost to the verge of tears.

That statement made Marie laugh instantly “Oh! You honestly think she is here with you now…? Maybe if you scream loud enough, then she can hear you!!!” Marie yells before cackling madly and slamming the hammer on the nail. A sickening cracking sound rumbles in the air, winning a loud yell from Thomas’ mother. Marie continues to hammer the nail deep nto her pinky bone, making the bone there shatter and separate her pinky ligaments. Marie laughs at the fresh blood cloaking the hag’s chubby hand “maybe this will help you to lose weight!!!” Marie yells again before taking another nail and jabbing it into the other joint of the mother’s pinky. Marie giggles and stares with wide and eager eyes at the little mess before yelling and slamming down another nail, ‘crack!’ Thomas shivers at the cracking sound and looks up, to see his mother’s pinky split in half from that hit. Marie sings loudly the French national Anthem whilst hammer down her nail over… And over… And over… And over… And… Over…

Once the last of the nails were plastered in the mother’s finger joints, Marie steps back and looks at her work. She laughs at the sight of fresh and some dried blood staining the mother’s clothing and hands. Some fingers were dislocated, while others were completely torn off. Parts of bone stick out from her palm due to the bones of her fingers being pushed back. Marie pants and drops her hammer as she walks to the hag and strokes her cheek “oh don’t cry doll… It is my job to make you happy anyways… And I know one way you can be very happy… How about making it up to Virgin Mary and go through your cleansing. Let us take out anything unholy” Marie suggest with an innocent giggle before walking over to the hag and tilting her chin up so her eyes are under Marie’s mouth.

“M… Mercy… Mercy…” The hag begs crying. Marie smiles and shakes her head “as a woman of religion… You should know that I cannot do that…” Marie mumbles before sticking out her snake like tongue. Marie was somewhat surprised at her new feature. She was confused but also blessed for this strange transformation… Marie shrugs it off quickly and opens the hag’s eyes forcefully before licking her eye, her saliva covering her cornea. “No….” The hag groans in pain and discomfort. Marie’s tongue sneaks into the hag’s eye socket and scoops out the eye with her tongue before pulling it out, leaving a long trail of the cord. “mmm” Marie moans in pleasure before biting down the cord with her squared teeth and chew on the eyeball. It gushes in her mouth as the pupil rolls in her tongue and the salty tears fill her throat. The veins surround the eye tangles around her tongue. How delicious!

The hag yells in disgust and in pain “My eye!!! mon oeil!!!!” She yells sobbing from her one eye as she stares at the cord left behind. The sight of her own eyeball being eaten makes her instantly vomit all over herself, much to Marie’s pleasure. Marie swallows the entire eyeball and smiles wickedly before laughing “that was yummy! But… I think I will save the other so you can witness the rest. Oui?” Marie suggests before chuckling. She turns to Thomas and smiles at his fear. “Marie…” He finally manages to say. “How hard did you hit him madam…?” Marie asks shocked to the hag. She does not answer, rather, she moans in pain.

Marie frowns “can you hear me…? I ask… HOW HARD DID YOU HIT HIM?!” She asks. Silence. Marie growls and shrills in annoyance. Once she calms down, she sighs and chuckles “I seemed to have lost… My touch…” She notes with a twisted curtsy before walking to a pot and plucking out each and every nail from the hag’s hands and feet before trowing them in the pot. She begins to heat the pot in the cauldron. While the nails were melting, Marie sits next to Thomas and lays next to him. She strokes his chest and kisses his chest lovingly. “Don’t worry Thomas… Don’t cry… I would never punish you… Because…Je t'aime!” She hisses in his ear before giggling. She bites his ear, making it bleed a little. She gently licks it, making him shiver and blush in disgust and in humiliation. Marie smiles at the fact he cannot move just yet, she wants him to see more…

Marie gets up and skips to the cauldron before with her bare hands, picking it up and placing it next to the workbench. She looks at the hag. She was losing a lot of blood. Marie sighs and giggles “rester éveillé cher, nous avons presque terminé..” She hisses before getting a ladle and mixing the melted metal mixed with blood. Yet again, no answer. “Let us see if you can at least hear me now…” Marie purrs before getting a huge ladle full of the hot liquid and tilts the hag’s head so her ear is facing up. Marie giggles and pours the liquid into that ear, making the hag yell and roll her eye back. All the hag could hear from that ear now was bubbling… And then… Silence. It completely ruined her eardrum, making her deaf.

Marie giggles and licks her lips at the lustful sight, watching the blood form her ear rise up as well as some dead skin and parts of ear wax. “CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” Marie jokes whilst laughing like a maniac. She studies the ear and with the ladle, she hits that ear with her might. The hag rolls her eye back more, almost dead. Marie chuckles and pouts playfully “aww, don’t tell me you are DYING” She says shaking her head before tilting the other side of the hag and doing the same thing. Marie steps back and examines her mess “oh dear… Just look at yourself. Disgusting! Ugh!” Marie hisses in her heavy accent before smiling at the hag and looking at her body. “Now, for our little tea party…” Marie hisses playfully before setting the ladle down and walking upstairs to get a little surprise. As if the hag could hear Marie leave anyways. All she could do was cry and cry and cry…

Thomas finally regains enough strength to sit up. He holds his possibly broken rib and crawls to his mother in pain. He closes his eyes and holds his nose at the putrid sight and stench before falling on his knees and crying. He was crying so loud, he didn't hear the footsteps come in the basement. “Oh! You are awake! Oh joy!” Marie says with a tea set in her hands. She sets the cups down and gets a ladle before pouring the hot metal in each cup. “Care to join us?” Marie asks rather happily, completely unafraid of Thomas to do anything to her. How could he when he knows what he is capable of?! Marie smiles and hands the cup to her lovely creator “you do the honors” she says with a skip to her lou.

Thomas raises a shaky brow “w-what…?” He asks. This won a loud laugh from Marie “FEED IT TO HER SILLY!!!” Marie yells rather insanely as her jaw snaps from yelling. She snaps it back and smiles “please…?” Marie asks. Thomas did not know WHAT to do… If he did that… He could kill her… If not… SHE could kill him. Marie giggles “I understand if you don’t want to… But just remember… Remember the pain she caused you…” Marie says calmly in her creator’s ear. He gasps and stares at his mother in disgust. Years of no support and months of bruises and beatings… No… Now he was just as bad as Marie. He grips onto the cup and slams it on Marie’s head before rushing to the floor for the hammer. Marie gasps and holds her face in pain whilst laughing madly like a maniac. “How lovely!!! How… Sexy!!!” Marie purrs in an insane yet seductive manner. Thomas gasps… How was she still moving.

Marie clicks her tongue and turns to his mother “oh well… If you got to do something… Il suffit de faire vous-même!” She purrs before getting a carving knife and jabbing it into the woman’s temple. The hag rolls her head back and gasps before her one eye loses its color… And she could have sworn she saw the gates of hell call her in… Thomas yells “mamaaaa!!!” He yells before throwing the hammer at his mother, Marie jumps away, making the hammer slam into his mother and… ‘crack!’ her head splits in two, letting all forms of brain matter wash up with her blood. Her entire head was caved in by this point. Marie shivers and stares at her creator before tilting her head and frowning at him… “How… Could you…?” She asks as the black liquid runs down her eyes, making her dress stained in black and red. “How… Could you…?” Marie asks as she lowers her head. Her messy hair falls over her face as her skin turns a sickening gray and her body grows limp. Her eyes completely turn black as her once hazel pupils turn white. Her rosy cheeks turn a sickening black… “Why…?” Marie looks up at Thomas “would you try to hurt me…?” Marie asks one last times before falling to the floor. Limp…

Thomas just stares… What… What just happened…? He looks at his mother and shivers before rushing to her, grabbing the hammer just in case. Just then, Thomas heard banging. He looks up from the stairs and sees Nathaniel, this was too his shock. His mother must have left the door opened. Nathaniel stares in shock before almost vomiting and yelling. Soon, two police officers rush in with Nathaniel and gasp as they stare at the dead woman and the limp doll… Thomas was soon taken into custody. Despite his pleads of innocence and claims of being framed, he was sent to a nut house in terms of insanity… Thomas has lived the rest of his life under the harsh rules of the mad house and the madness of those truly insane.

The scene was soon cleaned and his mother was given a proper burial, a statue of Virgin Mary adorning her grave. And Marie… Well… Since the “mad doll maker’s” shop was closed down and no one left in the house, all the dolls were given to charity. Marie had to be cleaned properly before being given away, but the stains would not come off… So, the charity volunteers adorned the doll in new garments, a black and white dress adorned with cute little striped socks and clean, white bows to the plenty. As Nathaniel saw the dolls leave, he could have sworn that one doll looked, almost familiar…

A little girl by the name of Antoniette soon received the doll. A few months later, Antoniette and her pregnant mother were found murdered in Antoniette’s toy room, the mother was cut opened, the location of the unborn baby still unknown. The little girl’s head was decapitated and her hairs were plucked from her head… One by one… By the dead mother and daughter, was a little drawing made of a young man holding a doll, adorned in bows and striped socks… On it in words written in blood, says “"Salut, mon nom est Marie ... Aimeriez-vous jouer avec moi? Nous pouvons être les meilleurs amis ... pour toujours ... Et jamais ... Et jamais ... " Some say the mother killed herself and ate the baby, other say that a mad man snuck in and stole the baby... Thomas believes that damned doll felt lonely with the new baby coming...

-The End-