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Well, this creepy little would be horror crptup on me at insane hours last night after I read a Chrno Crusade fanfiction similar to this entitled "Doll". But you don't care about my questionable mental state, so here's the story stats:
Title: The Doll
Rating: PG
Genre: Horror/Suspense
Status: Complete
Summary: ...she is inescapable...her terrifying beauty...her awesome curse...
The Doll
A beautful doll in a pristine white kimono stands in the window of an antique shop with no name. The shopkeep takes great pride in the doll's appearance: the silky oil-black wig that just touches her chin, the wide, luminous eyes of black glass, and of course the fine, ivory-colored bisque porcelain her delicate body is crafted of.
The doll stands always in the display window, outshining her peers as the sun would an oil-lamp, making the people exclaim over her as they pass by, or go in for a closer look. "How lovely!"
"Look at those eyes! They look so real!" and they fawn over the petulant pout her rosy lips have been crafted into.
The shopkeep is immensely proud of her doll. Every day she goes through her private ritual with the doll just for the huddled masses beyond the window. She picks the doll up as tenderly as she would a child, runs a lint-roller over every inch of the white kimono, then sits down with the doll and carefully brushes through her wig with a tiny brush made specifically for that wig and that doll. The last step before she sets the doll back in her place before the admiring bog outside is to carefully, carefully brush the dust off her lovely face and the tiny bisque hands no bigger than her own thumb. Then he puts her doll back and smiles, because she(the doll) is better than a sing or name to advertise the store. Everyone who passes talks of the store, and the beautiful doll in the white kimono who is the star of the window display.
She goes through the ritual daily, cleaning and holding the doll to show her ownership, her exclusive right to do so. She(shopkeep) is the only one who can touch her, the kimono maiden, as some have call her doll. And every day she begins to hate the doll more for that. Those sparkling black eyes seem to constantly be entreating her to play, to protect the helpless kimono maiden from those scary people outsideher window. She wishes she could throw the doll through the window with all her strength, shout to the people that they can have the damn thing, but she never does. She sets the doll gently back in the window and politely but firmly tells potential buyers that she isn't for sale.
The next day, entering the store, the doll sits on the counter, waiting for her. Always waiting, damnit! "You won't leave me again, right?" those glistening eyes seem to ask. "You'll stay and care for me forever, won't you?" And she's under the spell like everyone else, or she wouldn't say "Yes," and pick the doll up and cradle it like an infant. The doll's hold strengthens.
"Stay with me."
"Play with me."
"Love me."
"Never leave me, Nee-chan!"
And she doesn't, if only because she can't.
The sun rises early the next morning, and people wanting to see the lovely kimono maiden follow it. They stare into the window and are as enchanted as usual by her childlike loveliness. They are captivated by her luminous obsidian eyes.
But something seems to be missing. Shouldn't there be something behind her? Another display, a store employee? Was there ever one there? There's a vague, collective memory of a pair of hands tending to the doll, but beyond that, nothing.
It doesn't matter, anyway. Their kimono maiden is so lovely in her white kimono with the red patterns down the front, and the sweet smile her rosy lips have been crafted into makes her face so much the lovelier.
Ummm...yeah. I have no excuse, other than I saw a ChrnoxRosette fanfic like this and, having been wanting to write something creepy involving Fatal Frame and dolls forever now, came up with this creepy little ficlet at about midnight last night. The doll was Sae(I think either the white kimono or the white kimono with red patterns down the front probably gave that one away), and the shopkeep is a bit ambiguous, even to me. I was originally trying to go for one of the Amakura twins, but the with the part about the dollie-Sae waiting for her and the "you won't leave me again, right?" it came out seeming more like the shopkeep would be Yae. So you get to choose who the shopkeep is for your own self: Mio, Mayu, or Yae.
Title: The Doll
Rating: PG
Genre: Horror/Suspense
Status: Complete
Summary: ...she is inescapable...her terrifying beauty...her awesome curse...
The Doll
A beautful doll in a pristine white kimono stands in the window of an antique shop with no name. The shopkeep takes great pride in the doll's appearance: the silky oil-black wig that just touches her chin, the wide, luminous eyes of black glass, and of course the fine, ivory-colored bisque porcelain her delicate body is crafted of.
The doll stands always in the display window, outshining her peers as the sun would an oil-lamp, making the people exclaim over her as they pass by, or go in for a closer look. "How lovely!"
"Look at those eyes! They look so real!" and they fawn over the petulant pout her rosy lips have been crafted into.
The shopkeep is immensely proud of her doll. Every day she goes through her private ritual with the doll just for the huddled masses beyond the window. She picks the doll up as tenderly as she would a child, runs a lint-roller over every inch of the white kimono, then sits down with the doll and carefully brushes through her wig with a tiny brush made specifically for that wig and that doll. The last step before she sets the doll back in her place before the admiring bog outside is to carefully, carefully brush the dust off her lovely face and the tiny bisque hands no bigger than her own thumb. Then he puts her doll back and smiles, because she(the doll) is better than a sing or name to advertise the store. Everyone who passes talks of the store, and the beautiful doll in the white kimono who is the star of the window display.
She goes through the ritual daily, cleaning and holding the doll to show her ownership, her exclusive right to do so. She(shopkeep) is the only one who can touch her, the kimono maiden, as some have call her doll. And every day she begins to hate the doll more for that. Those sparkling black eyes seem to constantly be entreating her to play, to protect the helpless kimono maiden from those scary people outsideher window. She wishes she could throw the doll through the window with all her strength, shout to the people that they can have the damn thing, but she never does. She sets the doll gently back in the window and politely but firmly tells potential buyers that she isn't for sale.
The next day, entering the store, the doll sits on the counter, waiting for her. Always waiting, damnit! "You won't leave me again, right?" those glistening eyes seem to ask. "You'll stay and care for me forever, won't you?" And she's under the spell like everyone else, or she wouldn't say "Yes," and pick the doll up and cradle it like an infant. The doll's hold strengthens.
"Stay with me."
"Play with me."
"Love me."
"Never leave me, Nee-chan!"
And she doesn't, if only because she can't.
The sun rises early the next morning, and people wanting to see the lovely kimono maiden follow it. They stare into the window and are as enchanted as usual by her childlike loveliness. They are captivated by her luminous obsidian eyes.
But something seems to be missing. Shouldn't there be something behind her? Another display, a store employee? Was there ever one there? There's a vague, collective memory of a pair of hands tending to the doll, but beyond that, nothing.
It doesn't matter, anyway. Their kimono maiden is so lovely in her white kimono with the red patterns down the front, and the sweet smile her rosy lips have been crafted into makes her face so much the lovelier.
Ummm...yeah. I have no excuse, other than I saw a ChrnoxRosette fanfic like this and, having been wanting to write something creepy involving Fatal Frame and dolls forever now, came up with this creepy little ficlet at about midnight last night. The doll was Sae(I think either the white kimono or the white kimono with red patterns down the front probably gave that one away), and the shopkeep is a bit ambiguous, even to me. I was originally trying to go for one of the Amakura twins, but the with the part about the dollie-Sae waiting for her and the "you won't leave me again, right?" it came out seeming more like the shopkeep would be Yae. So you get to choose who the shopkeep is for your own self: Mio, Mayu, or Yae.