dollie & user
Anna & Sou
PG-13
Sou's Apartment
Darkness was the only thing that greeted the small blonde, the only thing that evert greeted him, whenever he slipped through the cracked wooden door leading into his apartment complex.
Lightblubs blown for years, repairmans that were barely paid, but didn't bother to show up anyway, if they dared to come into the rundown excuse for a building anyway.
Perched on the corner of some equally rundown street, wallpaper peeling and a single light flickering every few seconds, painted on numbers fading away or completly gone. But the residents knew where they lived, and they knew just who lived in every small apartment.
The place was cheap, and to Sou, that was all that really mattered. That was all that really mattered to the drug dealers and prostitutes that liked to hide away within the walls.
And as a long time resident, Sou was able to walk through halls darkened by age without an concious effort, only having to stay in the middle so as not to fall to the floor by stumbling over some curled up body who hadn't quite made it inside their door.
Would have been able to make it all the way, would have been able to slip into bed and sleep away the drug and alcohol enduced haze, had he not found himself sprawled on the floor, staring in confusion at a smudge in the darkness that hadn't been there when he had left.
It took a few minutes, but limbs attached to a small body finally managed to move despite the brain that had been screaming at them to function since he had first tripped.
Not sure what he was going to find, Sou wasn't exactly sure what to think of the long wooden box that was revealed when light spilled out of his open apartment door.
Plain with no markings other than the plain stamp of majorinettDOCKA INC., on the top, it gave no other indication of what lay inside. There was no recipent address, and there was no return address. No way to tell who it was for, other than the fact that it was sitting right in front of his door.
Even dragged into the full light of his living room, door locked against what he wasn't sure, the box gave no more answers. Not until the lid had been ripped off and all the cushioning been thrown around the floor.
The dead face that stared back at his own should have scared him, shaken him to the marrow of his bones, but the small blonde only stared, not quite sure what he saw, not quite sure what to think of the female body that lay in the book, fingers curled around a small black book, letters faded away.
Until eyes that had been closed, probably should have stayed closed, opened and Sou found himself staring into eyes that were ice blue, and completely unfeeling.
"Who are you... What are you?"
Sou knew by now that the body housed in wood wasn't, couldn't be human. She It was one of those dollies that only rich, corrupt, people were able to obtain. The logo pressed against dirty carpet was enoug proof.
And when the dollie finally sat up, fingers letting the book slip to the floor, she could only smile. "I am Anna... And I am your dollie."