dolltofall

fall away, little doll, and they'll find you in the junkyard. on here, it will mostly be writing posts about dolls (occasional NSFW)

[dolltofall]

the world is quiet. nobody here, other than the doll, and the ever-flowing grass.

bright stars watch it from above. they keep it safe.

perhaps if it dreamt, it could walk through them. whisper its quiet thanks.

it closes its eyes.

...

it would be wonderful to see the stars.

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perhaps one day, it thinks it has enough.

to break through its window, and fly away from here. jump from field to field, and touch the stars with its very own fingertips.

...

it runs its fingers across the cracks in its shell instead.

it will be one with the stars.

one day.

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an alternate world flickers through its mind.

the world where this place wasn't venomous. the world where this place was a haven.

the world where a doll was able to breathe.

…

it looks to the stars, shining upon both worlds.

it asks to go back.

…

they don't respond.

[dolltofall]

// nsfw; dollsex and dollgore and dollcnc

"aa!! it— it cracked its shell!! llittle sister, do you—do you know, how to fix this,,? ccan this be fixed,?"

a doll cries out to another doll. cracks web across its wrist.

one doll is panicked. the other only stares.

it stares at the wound,

"ssis,,?"

...

and firmly takes the other doll's wrist.

"aa! gent— gentle ,,"

"you need to be fixed .."

it stares closer at the wound.

...

it plants a gentle kiss upon the crack, and licks across its length.

"hh,!!"

the wounded doll reflexively covers its face.

"what—what are—"

"shh. you need to be fixed ..."

it takes the wounded doll's other hand, whose eyes tilt downwards, and away. its pupils dilate.

in a single moment, one doll has pushed the other over. it's fully pinned down. one hand against the bed, the other firmly held. a knee in-between its legs.

the doll presses its knee in. it clamps its jaws around the wound.

"you need ... to be fixed ..."

it whispers its mantra under its warm breath. it stares coldly at the doll beneath.

the doll beneath who can only shut its tear-filled eyes. it can't respond. it only whimpers.

it can only whimper as it feels a tongue re-enter the cracks.

wetness pools at its legs.

...

the hour hand of the clock ticks.

a doll gently layers duct tape across cracks in another doll's wrist. to be mended later.

"you— you really ... like the taste of your big sister's flesh, don't you,?"

its little sister only looks back with hearts in its eyes.

[dolltofall]

the world is quiet. nobody here, other than the doll, and the ever-flowing grass.

bright stars watch it from above. they keep it safe.

perhaps if it dreamt, it could walk through them. whisper its quiet thanks.

it closes its eyes.

...

it would be wonderful to see the stars.

[dolltofall]

perhaps one day, it thinks it has enough.

to break through its window, and fly away from here. jump from field to field, and touch the stars with its very own fingertips.

...

it runs its fingers across the cracks in its shell instead.

it will be one with the stars.

one day.

[dolltofall]

the world is quiet. nobody here, other than the doll, and the ever-flowing grass.

bright stars watch it from above. they keep it safe.

perhaps if it dreamt, it could walk through them. whisper its quiet thanks.

it closes its eyes.

...

it would be wonderful to see the stars.

[dolltofall]

it continues to wade through the old doll pile. the component Miss is looking for must be here, somewhere—

a sound.

a doll is emitting a sound.

it springs back to its Miss, burying itself in Her side. She cautiously walks up to the old doll.

...

it springs to life.

"AWAWWA"

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she's awake.

she's shaking.

she can't breathe.

...

it's on the other side of the room, curled up in a pet bed. it looks so peaceful ..

she wants to call out to her doll. she needs it.

...

but, she's going to hurt it. her voice comes out shriveled. she doesn't deserve a voice.

she doesn't deserve it.

her nightmare, her memory, loops again through her head.

it's real. it happened. it's happening again.

she can't let it hurt her. she can't let it hurt her doll. she wants to reach out, to grab her doll, to keep it safe.

her body does not respond because it isn't her body.

she can't do anything.

she can't do anything she can't do anything she can't do anything she can't d

...

She's awake.

...

what had just happened? was that real? how long was She out for?

She looks down. Her doll is gently clung around Her torso. after a moment, it looks up.

"Miss, You made such an odd sound, and woke it up. it went to check on You. You were shaking .."

She remains silent.

"oh—it's sorry—it knows it's not supposed to—it knows You can't sleep like that—it just—"

She hugs it tight.

"Please ... don't go dolly ... please ..."

...

it squeezes back.

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small little dolly with its hair getting all nicely brushed.

it's so comfortable, so still. not a thought left in its pretty little head.

...

it comes to with a perfect, smooth head of hair,

before shaking its head vigorously, creating new tangles, and giggling. brush time!

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little dolly, don't shake. don't cry. don't make a sound.

hush now. quiet your pretty little mind. it'll aaalll be over soon.

just don't

move

an inch.

…

click! see? screwdrivers aren't scary, silly!! your loose piece is aall better now!

…

why, are you blushing so hard,?

[dolltofall]

little miss glass dolly looks at you with hearts painted in its eyes as it hands over the metal bat

[dolltofall]

little sister, little dolly, little teeth,

yet when it finds its big sister, it will leave no inch unmarked.

it will show her its love, even if it lacks the strength to. 🤍

[dolltofall]

a light turns on. it radiates off of two dolls surrounding it. it radiates off the of walls that surround them.

some may find discomfort in their little nook. but they only find closeness.

darkness.

quiet.

warmth.

they embrace, and the light flickers off.

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"aa!!"

it's awake. it tilts its head back and forth. its surroundings blur together.

"where— where is it??"

it lifts its hand. it tries to lift its hand.

...

its hand doesn't respond.

...

"aaa!! hello? help, it's stuck, and it doesn't know where it is, and it wants its Miss, and—"

"Hush, sweet thing."

a familiar voice. Miss' voice.

"Miss!! it's scared, it's scared, it's really scared!! where are you, it can't see you, it—"

"Shhhhh. Silly thing. You weren't supposed to wake up yet. Shhhhhh ..."

"mmnn .. hhuh? whhaa .. what's h—whaat's happening? wwai—"

"Shhhhhh."

the doll falls silent. its mind goes silent.

no thoughts. no words.

quiet.

still.

"Good doll. Just breathe in. And out."

its body obliges.

"Just let yourself go limp once again. No thoughts. No memories. Completely and utterly still."

...

"Good doll."

...

...

"Hi sweet thing! Did you rest well?"

the doll awakens. it's in Miss' bed. she's standing right next to it. it blinks.

"wwas that a dream?"

She giggles and shakes her head.

"Silly. You slipped, and a joint came undone. I tried to repair you, but, you were really quite distressed."

"huhh? but, it doesn't remember that at all .."

"Mhmm. That's okay, though. I carry that memory for you now. I've repaired your joint, and done a full maintenance routine on you. Now you're stronger than ever!"

She giggles. it only stares at her, unmoving.

...

it rises out of bed.

...

it hugs its kind Miss.

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a torched doll. it blazes on into the night sky above it. here, nobody can touch it. nobody can hurt it.

She can't hurt it.

it looks up at the sky. beautiful stars shimmer in its burnt eyes.

the stars burn too.

...

"awwawaww .. dolly?"

a voice breaks through its fixation. it looks down, frightened.

its sister doll.

its shoulders ease back into their resting position, aching from their sudden movement.

the other doll says nothing. it merely holds it tight.

it winces. but even in spite of the pain, this warmth is welcome.

because in its sister's eyes, the starlight is reflected too.

[dolltofall]

a doll's joints, no matter how pretty, are delicate, and fragile. the poor thing tries to stand, and yet, it may stumble, trip, and even fall over.

a shame. but that's why our owners are here to help!!

will you help it? pretty pretty please?

[dolltofall]

// nsfw

it's on a train. beautiful lights blaze past in dazzling trails. its eyes cannot focus on them.

they focus on Her.

She's on the other side of the glass.

it looks down, averting its gaze. it toys with its finger.

popping it in, and out.

in,

and out.

and it thinks of Her. She's on the other side of its mind.

the train is an empty room. far too late for any other passengers. a room with no others but Her, standing in the opposite corner.

She stares into it.

the train thrums. its gears turn.

it doesn't look back through Her.

and when the train stops, it wobbles off, trudging its way home. She follows, from a distance.

it does not look back. its joints simply march it forward.

...

and it's home. and it's in its room.

a small room, lit only by faint digital lights bedazzling every other surface.

in the darkest corner, that which no light emanates from,

She stares at it.

it cannot avert its eyes from Her any longer.

a wonderful being, the perfect woman,

the perfect owner.

She's posed so prettily. it can't hold itself back. its gears grind against one another as it grinds itself against its hands.

the clock ticks, and the doll's gears tick faster.

they tick faster, and faster, and faster.

and then, they slow.

its perception of Her becomes blurry.

its eyes dart around wildly, they're trying to recapture the scene,

but She's gone.

She's far away.

too far away.

it can't see Her anymore.

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a dizzy and silly and spinny dollie, going around and around and around on its turntable.

faster and faster and faster!! around and around and around!!

it hangs on, it stays still, it's a good doll!!

until.

it tragically goes flying.

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it stands in front of the mirror, and looks itself in the eyes. cracks and dirt cover its shell.

it dislodges the porcelain plating covering an arm. it looks at the metal skeleton below.

rust.

it was built into a bad place. the world and those around it gave it none of the care it needed. slowly, its joints rusted.

it hurts so much. it thinks about the past, and it burns.

"Dollie, are you in there?"

its head shoots up. movement. danger.

...

no, that's not it. it's a friendly voice.

...

it pieces itself together.

"go away .."

"Alright dear. I'll be outside if you need anything."

"... hh, no please ... sorry ..."

the door opens. it averts its gaze. She walks in, and places a hand on its shoulder. it flinches, but quietly settles into the touch after a moment.

"mmnn .. sorry ..."

"There's no need, sweet thing."

She looks down at the display. at its opened arm.

"We should get you cleaned up. Is this okay?"

She slides Her hand down its arm and squeezes it in Her hand. it nods.

She picks up the removed shell piece, holding it firmly. with Her other hand, She leads the doll into another room.

placing the porcelain on a clean cloth, She rummages through a cupboard, ensuring She keeps hold of the doll.

a gentle acid. a clean sponge.

She eases the doll down into a nearby chair, and gets onto Her knees in front of it. She studies the exposed metal frame.

"This may sting, but that's okay. You're a strong dollie. It won't hurt for much longer."

...

it loves Her.