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The dollhouse on Sweet Street was already empty with sound but it's even more apparent ever since…..”The Tea party”. All I ever wanted was friends yet it seemed as if everyone hated me. The only person who even seemed like he cared about me……ended up trying to kill me once the party was ruined BY HIM as there is no way the Prototype could have ruined it.
Alone. I was alone again. For what seemed to be a year according to a clock I found when I had woken up from my slumber and roamed around my ruined home. I would have not left Sweet Street if it was not for the fact that The Prototype seemed to be missing so I had to find him and maybe even assist him in finding the outsider. Luckily for me I found him……just not in the way I wanted. I found the body of The Prototype near an exit all rotten with bits of metal and flesh torn from each part of the body as the corpse remained lifeless. I bursted into tears which attracted bad toys. I took care of them when I saw them try to attack me and realized it was best to mourn the loss of the only person who ever talked to me and soon quickly got back to Sweet Street before anyone else could try and get me.
Once I returned to my ruined home I buried the corpse in a little garden she found, plucking up the flowers to allow him to rest. I wished others were here but it seemed as if just like me he had no friends…..and now he was gone as well. I knew I must hunt for food now although….maybe I could make Ms Gracie proud by killing bad toys for survival? Maybe?
Oh look at that there is…..is that Him?.
Oh no I will not let him escape after what he did. I will not let him get away with WHAT HE DID. My braids then slithered themselves across the floor as I ran towards the outsider and tackled them with my hair. They began to form a tornado of sorts around the toys and the outsider’s body and all I needed to do wa-
When I saw her she looked familiar but I couldn’t pinpoint where I recognized her. I also realized that she sort of looked like “The Outsider” but it was not him. No. She looked old. Maybe around 50 as her grey hair reached her shoulders while she was unfazed by my hair practically choking her and the other toys. I gently then put her down and decided to apologize as I thought she was the bad toy I was after. She seemed calm at everything but said:
“Well I appreciate your apology however I would like you to let those 5 go as I need them for my um....."research" there love", the woman commanded me while I felt a sting enter my heart as I felt like something that had left me a long time ago was back inside of me. However I then realized what she commanded and questioned what she meant by 5 toys?.
Once I asked that question she rolled her eyes as if she was both annoyed but also amused as if I was an old friend of hers. She then walked towards the big red chunky toy who I think was Chum Chompkins and revealed to me that another human was hiding inside his stomach(which is yucky), a hoppy hopscotch toy and….a weird damaged looking robot who seems to be off.
After showing me who was here, I realized I was not being a good toy as I had not let my new friend into my house. I shrieked a bit in worry and grabbed everyone with my braids quickly trying to bring them into the house so that we could have a real tea party and surprisingly the older women did not object to being carried by my hair making me smile and hope that at least she can be my friend.
Once we got inside the house I set up the table and put everyone in their chairs while I began to work on the crumpets and tea. I was happy that I had basically gotten a new friend but….why is she familiar and why does she look like The outsider almost like they are related. I decided to shrug it off and decided that I will ask her myself those questions…
”OH NO I FORGOT TO ASK HER FOR HER NAME”, my mind thought before I realized that I must ask her for her name…..but then I realized that my dress had been slightly ruined so I quickly went to my room and started rummaging through my closet for some good outfits to adorn. Soon I was able to find a good enough dress and went downstairs and took the crumpets and tea out of the kitchen and knew that this was about to be the best tea party I ever hosted.