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Frenzy sat bolt upright in bed.
Why was she in bed?
She wasn't wearing her dress. She didn't have her knife with her. She blinked. Why was she in bed? She couldn't remember a thing. She hadn't slept in years.
Getting out of bed , Frenzy found her dress slumped over the bedframe. She threw it on. How had she allowed herself to sleep? Unbelievable! Her knife was on the bedside table.
Frenzy did the bed covers. Ash got all over them, staining the velvet green patterns across the bed sheet, turning everything black. As Frenzy left, it dissipated. She rushed out into the living room.
"Look! The hag's awake!"
"Shut up." Hooked doll slapped Clicky hard. "Don't talk about mother like that. Manners."
"Manners!", Clicky spoke in a mocking tone, sticking her tongue out at Hooked Doll before receiving a death glare from Frenzy and stopping instantly.
"W-w.. why are you all.. what? Why didn't any of you wake me?" Frenzy shook as she spoke, agitated.
"B...b...Ben."
"Wooowwww! Grrrreat job, Woormy!"
"Shut up, Clicky."
Frenzy stood in complete shock. It was all rushing back to her now. What had she let him to do her? This was awful. Awful. She set her knife down on the table before running into the kitchen. The dolls watched.
"Heyyy! She better not mess up my breakfast."
"Shut up, Clicky."
"You're like a broken recor- OW! HEY, STOP PULLING AT MY HAIR!"
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Frenzy grimaced. She couldn't bear the sight of it. Awful. Disgraceful. She felt sick to her stomach just LOOKING AT IT!
It was Ben, shirtless, with an apron on, cooking breakfast.
"I am cooking."
"I could see that. Could you put a shirt on?"
"I am cooking eggs and bacon! We had a majority vote."
"Could you put a shirt on?"
"The only one who disagreed with the vote was Clicky. She wanted bacon only."
"COULD YOU PUT A FUCKING SHIRT ON?"
"Oh my me! Okay. I will."
Frenzy watched as he waltzed out the room, as if nothing had happened. The eggs were done. Probably overdone. The bacon looked... Adequate. She put the designated servings for each doll on their own plates, poured some juice and stomped back into the dining hall. She took a moment to look back.
His needle was there on the countertop.
As if things couldn't get any worse, the Clown decided to join them for breakfast. Frenzy sipped at her coffee, glaring at the colourful character with an indescribable hatred.
"Can't you two adults lighten up a little?"
"No." Ben was also rather resentful of the Clown.
"Yeahhhhhh. Lighten up!"
"Shut up, Clicky."
The rest of breakfast was silent. Clown tried to talk to both Ben and Frenzy several times. He took note of how they looked so similar when they scowled and spat at him! After everyone finished, he felt like pointing it out.
"Y'know, you two would make a great couple!"
"...Are you.. dull? Perhaps a bit.. block headed, my friend?" Ben responded through gritted teeth.
"We've been "happily married" for... A millennial." Frenzy added.
"WOW! Such dedication! I bet you two can't stand each other now, eh?"
Everyone went silent again. They all left to their respective rooms. Clown didn't really see what he had did wrong.
"I think you were great!" Clicky giggled. She scampered away, not providing an explanation.
"Hmm. I'm glad!"
A few hours later (perchance) .......
Clicky, Hooked Doll and Charles peered through the door crack, stacked atop on another like they were in a cartoon. Hooked doll groaned as Clicky squealed with "excitement".
"Ooooooo! Look, look! Isn't this sooo embarrassing for you! Say it is! Say it."
"It is, I guess." Hooked doll muttered. Deep down she rather liked seeing her parents together, without them arguing.
"W..w..what...a..r..ee...they....ddddoinnng?" Woormy stuttered, happy, but confused.
"They're snuggling on the couch! Isn't that disgusting! LOOK! THEY KISSED!"
"Clicky, they didn't-"
"This is sooooo gross. I'm gonna throw up, I think! Yucky!" Clicky's bow turned a sickly shade of green before she gagged, hopping off Hooked Doll's shoulders. "Okay, this is getting boring, we sho-"
"Hello, you three!!!" It was Healing Doll. Considering her inability to walk without being held, Frenzy had made her a makeshift wheelchair a few months ago. "What are you all up to? It looks like fun!"
"Uh.. we have a guest, that's all. Frenzy is with them." Hooked Doll stood directly in front of the door.
"A guest? Who! Are they nice?"
"Uhh... You wouldn't really like them. They can be scary."
"Awwww. Why is Frenzy with them, then?"
"BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LOVEE! NOW FUCK OFF!!!" Clicky yelled, before ramming herself into the Healing Doll's wheelchair, sending her backwards.
"How CUTTEEEEKKKKK! EEEEEEK! FRENZYYYYY!"
"....MA! IT'S FINE, I'LL DEAL WITH IT, OKAY!" Hooked Doll hoped Frenzy would hear her. Just for once, she really wanted her mother to be at peace. Just for an hour or so...
"... What's going on out there? I left them for one second. I should reall-"
Frenzy couldn't move. Ben had gotten a lot stronger. She recalled him being a weak, puny mess with sticks for arms, not some big beefy guy. He held her down, hugging her tight.
"Mmmm..... They'll be fine, my dear... Besides, perhaps you are a bit too careful?"
"That's rich, coming from you."
Ben chuckled. She hated his stupid smile. She couldn't bear being so close to him. He buried his face into her hair.
"You smell nice."
"I smell of ash. Are you fucking stupid?"
"Mmm. I like the smell of ash, then."
"Get off me." Frenzy wriggled in his grip.
She was beginning to feel quite sleepy. Was Ben doing this to her? What a cunt. He smelt awfully nice. This was the worst situation she had ever ended up in. She felt so safe, so secure. She hated it. She hated it. She... Hated...it....
Ben smiled. How peaceful she looked like this.
"Hey, you. The one reading this. You should go do something else!" Ben is... Uh...
...What the fuck.
"Yeahhhh. Goooo awayyy! Like the Weezer song."
I'm ending it here. I can't stand this guy.
"Awwww....."