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She died. Burnt at the stake for something her mother did.
And to hell she was dragged by the faith of the spells her mother made, and escaped from.
Now, the little girl was trapped in hell, and sooner or later, her sense of identity was just gone, she was just filled with hate anger and evil, she didn't identify with a gender anymore, her gender didn't matter, what to them mattered now was evil to do and to complete, consumed by the most cruel of sorcery, rotting between the most rotten souls, and from that, their soul rebirthed as of evil.
To be summoned, a man of evil, but not any evil, the evil of those who curse and pray for the heavens, not the evil of those who curse and accept getting dragged along, this man wasn't worth it.
But his soul deserved hell.
And before getting into the doll the man assigned them to, they cursed the man, within seven days he'd get dragged down to hell.
The doll was gifted to a little girl, the 'boy doll' got named Uncle Nasty, as the little girl misunderstood the name of the one gifting it to her, and so, Uncle Nasty was born.
But Uncle Nasty wasn't going to cause harm to the little girl, he'd cause to her horrible family first, and she'd watch each an every one of them leave, die or get arrested.
But she grew up, taking good care of him as she grew old and he grew attached, to protect the little girl, who now was a old lady, she still took wonderful care of him, and, he did protect her from, possibly dangerous romantic or platonic connections.
But a witch found the doll of evil, and stole it, she kept it in a room with specific symbols for months, the demon didn't quite know what any of them meant, nor what she wanted, and they couldn't do anything about it.
One day, she casts a spell which let her see good and bad souls, and out she went with the doll, the sky threatened a thunderstorm, it wasn't a problem to her though, she cast something on the doll, she had a plan, and as she saw the best soul so far leave a store, a couple bags in his hands, she got in action, and he apologised as he bumped into the 'old lady', for her fault.
- Oh it's so rare to find young men so polite like you today! _ Her raspy voice screeched the sentence out, her lips weren't moving but Tommy surely didn't realize that, he didn't understand why she was dragging on her words and somewhat holding him there. _ Please young man, this, this toy I was going to give my grandson.. But oh poor boy.. Poor boy! _ She faked a cry, handing the doll to Tommy. _ He died! Ahhh. Please take it instead of him I can't look at him and not remember my boy! Oh poor boy!! _ And she started walking away, the doll, now bound to Tommy.
- What the hell.. _ And he saw a tag on the back of the toy "Uncle Nasty", written with some old calligraphy. _ Well, Uncle Nasty, I'll take good care of you for that lady. _ He smiled a bit at the doll, he seemed like a happy little old guy, he carefully put it in one of his bags and walked back to his apartment.
He had an extra chair, and he put the doll there, behind his own streaming chair, there was some dust on it, and so he cleaned it, and as thunder stroke, rain started pouring and lightning striking, the night had came so soon, oh so soon, Tommy went to bed, he'd do a stream the next day, but for now, some man dreams would take place in his man brain.
Well, and while he slept, Uncle Nasty was somewhat, taking action, the next morning, Tommy got waken up at five or something in the morning, the landlord phone ringing, after complains about noise, things falling over, thumping, loud speaking and such, Tommy tried explaining that he had been sleeping the whole time, but it wasn't worth of anything, he had to apologise and get some sort of notice of getting kicked out, which sucked.
His usual good mood fighting the way it upset him to get waken up at five in the fucking morning to hear complains from someone he wasn't so fond of.
- Oh hey buddy.. How'd you fall over? _ He picked up the doll again, setting the demonic entity back up, a small sad smile on his lips, somewhat, in just one night, he'd grown attached to the object, but oh wow, maybe it was just how upset he'd gotten.
He started stream, half an hour later the landlord phone literally fucking exploded.
While he was putting out the fire, the people caught a glimpse of uncle nasty, then chat went absolutely fucking nuts about the doll, which Tommy, as a tired man, ignored.
His phone literally fucking died, battery ran out within seconds, his stream camera would glitch out from time to time.
But it was probably nothing, maybe he forgot to put the phone to charge, maybe there was some cable placed wrong.
He had to end stream, send the vod to the landlord of his absolute surprise of the thing blowing up, and his desperation to try to save it, but it wasn't worth of much to the man, he had to pay for a new phone, which the landlord already have, it was some old junk like the other one, but he had to pay for the 'property damage' (which was more like freeing the man from the piece of crap), but it was alright now, right?
He called Wilbur, they chatted for a bit, he showed Will the doll, he found it strange but before he could say anything or allow his 'ghost hunter' to take notice of anything, he had to leave, mans was in america and he had people calling for him.
- Just me and you now Uncle Nasty.. _ He was stressed as hell, but somehow he kept a smile, he decided on taking a nap, leaving his phone to charge, waking up a couple hours later.
It wasn't so dark in the night yet, so he decided to go out for a walk, or something, he sat Uncle Nasty in the better chair (his gaming chair), and he left to take the walk.
And once he arrived again, the doll had moved, to what could only be a more comfortable position, and as he opened the door, he saw the chair still spinning and stopping in such way the doll would be directly facing him.
- What the fuck.. _ He looked at the window, closed, but his brain decided to not deal with the possibility of a demon doll, instead, some bit of the window being open and spinning the chair and doll around, and he probably didn't remember how he left the doll, it was just the stress, right?
But from that, Uncle Nasty started to decide that he wouldn't harm Tommy, changing a bit his plans, which well, wasn't a problem, who was going to say what he could or not do?