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The pitter patter of dolls’ feet echoed throughout the halls of Site 12.
Two skull-masked dolls lugged a larger-than-average, patchwork doll covered in bruises and cuts. towards an operating table. At the head of said operating table was a third skull-faced doll, sporting a set of large glasses and a flowing, white labcoat. It was clear he was in some kind of leadership role.
“This one’s control chip is fried, Dr. Kikky.”
“Tch. I suppose it’ll just be a matter of installing a new one, then. The Boss was right when she said these lost little dolls can’t take care of themselves... they look horrible.”
The larger doll groaned in pain, before being smacked in the back of the head by one of the minions, and roughly thrown onto the operating table. Clamps strapped his arms and legs to the table, tightly pinning him in place. He desperately tried to wrench himself free, but his efforts were naught.
Seeing the Doctor take out his scalpel, he got ready for the end… only for him to see a white blur knock said doctor aside, rocketing into a nearby set of drawers. Another pass of that white blur smashed open the restraints; a few more dashes and he witnessed the two guards finding themselves each with a knife wound in the skull, red blood crying out.
Finally, he saw the perpetrator, a white-furred rabbit doll, stand above him on the table, a knife in hand… and the cat immediately began to beg for his life.
“Please, don’t hurt me!”
What he got wasn’t a fresh new wound, but instead an outstretched hand in his face, and the white rabbit telling him, “Take my hand.”
Hesitantly, he took a hold of that furry hand, and found himself rapidly whisked away from the lab, into the unknown. The last thing he heard before fainting was the alarms of the hellish, concrete facility fading out.
Where the patchwork cat found himself next was… a lot nicer. A bamboo cottage, with sunlight streaming in through the window. A few dolls were there; a sloth-looking fellow, the white rabbit who saved him, and another plushie of… indeterminate species, similarly patchwork like himself. All he could do was
“Good morning. Sorry for the rough introduction.”
The larger patchwork could only stare for a minute in dumbfoundedness…. First he was hiding for days in the Dollworks Lab, then he was just about to suffer a death of personality, and now he’s in a cottage in some kind of forest? Shaking his head, he stammered out “Thanks, uh… what’s your, uh, names?”
The pale rabbit replied “Bloody Bunny.”, the smaller patchwork chirped out “Mumu!!”, while the Sloth just told him “Just call me Sensei.”
What caught him off guard is when Bunny asked “What’s yours?”, and as he tried to recall his name, he came across something horrible.
He couldn’t remember his name.
He could hardly remember much of anything. There were a few scenes he could remember, like going on a hunting trip with his father, or his bedroom… but he couldn’t remember what he looked like, or even his old name.
“I… I don’t know…”
Staring despondently at the floor, he tried to remember something, anything of his previous life that could jog his memory… until Bunny put a hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, that just means you can make a new one.”
Thinking about it… she was right. He might just have to find his own identity here. “Then uh… give me a sec…”
Some more time passed, thinking about his experiences ever since he went through dollification. How he was scrutinized, how the procedure failed him… and the naming scheme of the one who saved his ass.
“I think it’ll be Punished Patchwork.”
Dr. Kikky slowly and anxiously made his way across a metal walkway into a large, circular chamber, a large bay window giving a good view of the landscape, especially Dizzyland; a hellish amusement park that doubled as a hub of Dollworks activity and production. Training dummies, many cut to pieces or covered in slash marks, were strewn about the place; in the center was a desk, and sitting at was a black-furred rabbit doll, gripping onto a katana, gently slotted into a special place on the desk. At her side was an utterly hulking skull-faced minion like the rest.
The scientist couldn’t help but avoid eye contact and stammer, “D-Dark Rabbit, I, uhm…”, shaking in his nonexistent boots.
Suddenly, his stumbling over his words was cut short by the black-furred plush growling, in a low voice, “Speak, Kikky.”
Instantly, the doctor stood up straight and rigid. “I’ve bad news. Another Unique has escaped.”
“So that brings us to 4 wandering around out there. I’m assuming it was the work of the white rabbit?”
“Yes, boss.”
“Hmm… I suppose we’ll have to use this as an opportunity, and nip this problem in the bud sooner rather than later. Isolate them, and send that fancy prototype you’ve been working on after them. It could give this some useful information.”
Kikky’s ears perked up, and a gleeful giggling started to bubble out of him as he rubbed his hands together. “I would be happy to test out the first iteration on that little pest!”
“Good. Send it to attack at whatever time you see fit.”
Dark Rabbit sat and watched as the bad doctor excitedly ran off, giggling to himself about how his innovation will bring further greatness to the Dollworks... and more importantly, greater glory to himself. At most mildly concerned, Dark Rabbit leaned to her oversized bodyguard.
"Mr. K?"
"Yes, boss?"
"Remind me to keep an eye on Kikky."