"Those who are forgotten return to the mold".

Mold Crawler AU | Roleplay ask blog for OC and Canon characters.

[moldcrawlers]

"Left me hangin' at the station, but you'll be back for me soon. I'm 'bout to die but the only thing I find worried about is you.".

ABOUT THIS BLOG:

This is an OC and Canon character based ask blog for my AU called The Mold Hunters which is about a group of lost souls defending themselves from the literal terrors in the Village! As this blog is Multi-Muse, my way of organizing their scenarios will be through dividers and tags. This blog is new, so I'm going to be starting with only a few characters as I plan to introduce more as the story goes on.

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[damaged-dollmaker]

@moldcrawlers

Nightfall; what an awful time to be outside.

To be fair, dying of starvation was not a pleasant thing either. It was either checking buildings or fighting some god forsaken creature for some dead animal or something, and Jasper honestly preferred not having an open wound in this place.

Their team had told them to check House Beneviento; No one had been there since..well, they didn't even know. No one they knew, at least. To put a cherry on top to this horrid supply mission, The batteries in their handheld radio had died out on the way over. Great! They didn't know if breaking in was illegal in this place, but they dreaded the fact that they would have to do it alone.

They felt sick to their stomach, clenching their hood over their head. Jasper approaches the front door but chooses not to knock. They decide on checking the vacancy of the building by peering into the windows the best they could. After no luck getting a decent glimpse inside the building, they tap a nail against the window. Was that smart? No. It's like tapping a shark tank.

All that greeted them was blissful silence.

The house behind the glass seemed suspended in time, dust coating most of the dolls that lined the shelves and lie slumped against walls, chairs left half-pulled-out from their respective tables. Even the marks from their move away from the table were coated in a thick layer of dust.

It was tastefully decorated, at the very least, all dark woods, pale cream walls, and green accents. Rugs, decor, the occasional throw pillow on an errant couch.

Most of the windows were covered by hastily adjusted lace curtains, only half-across their windows and yellowed with time and long exposure to the sun. At each window, two plants grew- some sort of pine, by the sharp smell and the needles, bearing a sort of odd flower that smelled sickeningly sweet and let out puffs of pollen with even the slightest wind.

The door was unlocked. An invitation? A mistake?

Perhaps. Why not try to take a peek?

[moldcrawlers]

"They have a fantastic sense in decor at least.". Jasper poked one of the flowers, stepping back once a puff of pollen emerged. Something to note for later; Learn if that flower was poisonous or not.

A sudden wave of discomfort and terror washed over them when they realized the door was unlocked. Jasper stares at the door handle for a decent minute before gently pushing open the door with their shaking palm. Their other hand is curled tightly into a fist.

They don't say anything at first, taking a few steps inside the room they had just seen. They DID close the door behind them, However. This is a household, not a barn. Manners matter! The slight tap of their platformed shoes creates a sort of rhythm with the creaking floorboards.

"Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die..".

Their tone of voice became more hesitant with each step before stopping completely at one point. The door was just a sprint away, they could always leave if they wanted. Their fear wouldn't let them move, like a weeping angel stuck like stone. The phrase they repeated was common amongst the other survivors. It was best not exactly to acknowledge the creatures or beasts that roam here.

[damaged-dollmaker]

The house stayed silent, nary a creak nor a breath stirring the dust that blanketed every surface.

It was only when they made it inside that Jasper could see the small footsteps that dotted the dust- mouse tracks and something slightly bigger, more human-like. The pollen had settled onto their shoes, dotting them with yellow-white specks that fell and joined the dust on the floor.

...

And then there was a wailing. Faint, quiet, and distant, but within the house nonetheless, as if something was in pain. It grew in pitch and closeness until it was ear-splitting and headache-inducing, cries like a siren going off.

Louder, louder- and then silent again. Perfectly silent. Nothing moved. Yet it felt like something- someone -was aware. Was looking straight at poor Jasper.

The door was locked, now. It had clicked shut sometime during the commotion.

[moldcrawlers]

Jasper's eyes squeezed shut, their frown contorting into a full on grimace. After another minute, their eyes opened while trying to catch their breath. Jasper's main goal was getting the FUCK out of there, bolting to the door— Realizing the door was somehow locked.

"What— What what what— Nonono you were just open!— Fuck!".

They drag their fingers through their hair, a dark brown with orange dyed highlights, now frizzy from all the traveling. Jasper takes the hood off their head with a swift motion to cool their body down.

"It was just the wind. Probably. There's a back exit..". They pause, "Somewhere? Maybe?".

Their tone was somehow more uncertain than before. The building was unfamiliar to them, the wailing from earlier lingered in the form of an ill feeling in their stomach, and now the door is just locked. Their ears were still ringing. It was a total sensory overload for them.

[damaged-dollmaker]

Something was watching.

It could be felt in the way the stale, still air shifted slightly, the way that a nervous prickling ran up Jasper's spine. This something was watching intently.

When Jasper returned to looking at the house in front of them, something was different in that slight way that made you notice, but not notice. Had a doll moved? A chair? Had the lights dimmed? It was impossible to tell.

Then there was a clattering, wood against wood, and when Jasper blinked, a tattered old doll sat on the rocking chair in front of them, wearing a grey-white... wedding dress? A veil covered her face, but snatches of a shattered and repaired face could be seen through the thin material, and tangled, wavy blonde hair peeked from beneath.

The doll did not move, did not shift. It sat there, slumped over, head angled so that the beady eyes could watch Jasper's next move.

Go on. Say hello.

[moldcrawlers]

Oh HELL no.

Jasper hates dolls with a burning passion; Something about something so innocent have it's innocence stripped away from them with time. It made their stomach churn even more than it already had.

This doll, however, activated all of their fear responses at once. Jasper froze in place just to understand what the hell had just happened. They remembered the tiny footprints on the floor. If this doll was alive they were going to start crying.

It was lovely to have a moment of actual quiet. For now, It was just Jasper, This Doll, and the house. They look around the area one more time before carefully— The best they could manage— taking Itty bitty steps towards the doll.

"How the hell did you get in here?".

They don't expect a response, talking to the mirror image of thin air. Their hands shook, entangling them in the strings from their pajama pants. "You have a really pretty dress though," They sheepishly smile, "I think you look lovely..and I think you need a trip so a toy shop. You need a spa day.".

Silence. It was expected. "..Jesus fuck I'm talking to a doll.". They mumble. None of this was on their bingo card. Jasper grimaced at themselves before standing still for a solid minute. Curiosity.

They inch a little bit closer.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Awww, I live here, silly! What’re YOU doing here, huh?” 

The doll sat up with a jolt, those blank eyes locking onto Jasper as she pushed the veil from her face, displaying greyed wooden limbs and a shattered face—one side rotten and worn while the other seemed just a little bit yellowed with age. 

“Thannnnk you for the compliment, though. What a CUTIE you are!” 

Her hands clasped together, the careful tilt of her head following suit as if she was regarding the kid in front of her, sizing them up. With a little grunt of effort, she jumped from her spot on the chair and stumbled over to Jasper, limbs creaking from age and effort. The sliding footprints she left behind were almost identical to the ones seen beforehand, although these were fresh in the dust. 

“Little, itty-bitty kid in MYYYYY house? What! A! Funny! Thing! Huh? You’re dressed in pajamas— are you trying to have a sleepover? Ouhhh we can do eachother’s hair! Wouldn’t that be fun?” The doll giggled, shrill and terrifyingly manic. “You have such NICE hair! I could just rip it from your head and keep it foreeeever!” 

[moldcrawlers]

"WOAHAGH!—"

A hand grabs onto their shirt, their breath becoming suddenly faster than it was minutes ago. Jasper's hair falls right into their face, stringy bits all over the place. It takes them a good while to recoup themselves.

"Uh..Okay! Woah. Hi! Uh—". They trip on their words, "Nice to meet you? I'm so sorry but uhm— I DO have to return back to my camp!". They pull their hair out of their face, their hands shaking excessively.

They remember the Mantra that they were taught. What if this doll was connected to those major creature fellas? What were they called? Lords? They thought made their skin crawl, or maybe it was just the dust clinging onto them. Or pollen.

"I would love to stay really, but I do really need to head back soon..". Jasper waves their hands politely. They do however pause at the compliments.

"You think my hair is pretty?". They tilt their head.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Leaving so soon?” The doll coos, voice thick with feigned disappointment. “You JUUUUST got here, silly PJ!” 

With a cacophony of wooden joints, all of the dolls on the walls and the shelves twisted to look at poor Jasper, dull eyes boring through their skull. Harsh whispers sounded from the room around them and the other doors to the other rooms, overlapping and fast and so loud. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!” 

The main doll stomped her foot onto the ground, screeching at a pitch that was ear-piercing. The whispering stopped at once, and all of the dolls continued their staring in silence. The main doll huffed and puffed, despite… not particularly needing air, and turned back to Jasper. 

“Sorryyyyy about them, PJ! I promise they’re usually MUUUUCH nicer.” 

Starting back up on her hyper giggling, the doll sticks out a hand towards Jasper with an expectant glance upwards at them. 

“I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!!! I’m Angie. Angie Beneviento!!!!!” The doll retracts her hand before Jasper could shake it, prancing off to the other side of the room. “You— you you you! You can’t leave, silly. You CAN’T. Donna’s gonna get vvvvvery mad.” 

[moldcrawlers]

"Ah— Who is Donna?". They question before sighing. "Oh! My name's Jasper, PJ is okay too! It sort of fits!". Jasper shuffles against the floor to Follow Angie. "It's very nice to meet you though! I've never seen a talking doll before.". I don't think anyone has, honey.

Donna. That name sounded familiar; like a distant memory you cant tell if it faded or you forcefully buried it down. A chilling recollection of sorts. Wasn't she— There's no way. How can a DOLL be related to one of those all powerful lords? It was almost funny.

The thought worried them the more they thought about it. Jasper couldn't have accidentally walked right into the jaws of a BEAST, right? Then again, knowing how Jasper got here, no one would really be shocked. One mental hospital trip to ending up where most of the crazy ones went— Okay, enough of that, No spiraling right now.

At least not infront of these stupid dolls.

Well, not particularly stupid. They haven't hurt them yet, why should they even be afraid? The longer that they're on this house, the more Jasper feels like they're spiraling down a deeper rabbit hole.

[damaged-dollmaker]

"Jasper! Ooouh what a pretty name!"

Flitting about, Angie comes to a stop right in front of the new arrival, peering up with a delighted giggle. It was hard to be scared of her when she acted like this, all happy-go-lucky and excited, even if she looked like she had been chewed by a dog on one half of her face.

"You should meet Doooonnna. She'll love you. Ouh! I just KNOW she will." The doll did a little twirl, hands mimicking that of a ballet dancer. "You would make such a nice playmate!"

Ignoring the question of who Donna was- because surely everyone would know Donna -Angie hummed to herself as she looked up at the other dolls.

"I would LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE! To see what your scream sounds like when you get scared. You're scared of dolls, aren't you? Right?"

The way her voice dropped to a rasped whisper was terrifying, and suddenly the eyes of the dolls around them felt much more alive than they should. Angie waited expectantly for just a moment, eyes zeroed in on Jasper.

"It's okay. We can find out soon!"

And when Jasper blinked again, Angie was... gone. The dolls were back in their rightful places, looking blankly ahead as if nothing had ever happened.

[moldcrawlers]

The moment Angie disappeared, their mask slipped almost instantly. A hand shoots up to their mouth to prevent any stray screeches from sneaking out. Their eyes became squeezed shut; Like someone had but superglue on them, yet the glue wasn't very stable because Jasper started to straight up cry.

They couldn't decide if they should sit down on an actual chair or not. Would it be rude? In the spot second they yelled inside their head, Jasper comes tumbling to the floor, their hands hitting the ground to hoist them up. Who even knew of they were being watched right now? They HAD to breath or else they'd pass the hell out.

Jasper gasps for air, taking the time to sniffle as well. After a good four minutes of pure sobbing they glance up and look around, their hands shaking and lips quivering. Out of a nervous habit, they start picking at the scars littering their arms. Was it stimulation? Distraction? Not even Jasper knew.

[damaged-dollmaker]

It was silent, again, save for the idle sounds of the house, which wasn’t very many. That eerie feeling of being watched subsided to a quiet, everpresent hum, lesser now, but always there. Always unsettling. 

The dolls lining the walls remained fixed into their places, although when Jasper turned their back to them, it felt as if something was breathing down their neck— that freaky feeling you get when you know something is behind you, close but not close enough to touch. If they turned around… nothing was there.

For now, it seemed, there was no immediate threat from whatever-the-hell lived here. The Lord. The dolls. Angie. Of course, the doors and windows were locked tight, but that was beside the point. 

[moldcrawlers]

They stand after a while, hands tightly holding onto the opposite arms. Jasper moves the hair out of their face and looks for an open door. Every door they tried was locked tight and every window couldn't be yanked. The end result was them walking into a hallway.

The handheld radio in their bag beeps, which they immediately grabbed.

"Jasper, are you there kiddo??".

The familiar voice almost brought Jasper to tears for the fight time today.

"Maisie..! I'm stuck in this— hhouusee..and— and there's moving dolls and I think— one of them's gonna get— a lorrdd..". Jasper's words paused in between their cries and gasps for air.

"Nono, hey! Jazzy, listen. We'll find a way over! Duke probably has a few keys on em..". The woman over the walkie talkie spoke with a gentle tone of voice. "We'll go ask! Just hang tight and we'll be over in a little!

Dylan get the shotgun—".

The radio cut out.

Jasper slid down the wall, covering their head in between their knees. This was a literal nightmare.

[damaged-dollmaker]

As soon as the radio cut out, Angie’s eerie giggle sounded right beside Jasper’s ear, and her rasped voice could be heard as well. Despite that, she was nowhere nearby— it was as if she was invisible, in a sense. 

“Awwww, poor PJ! You’re inviting more people?? This is gonna be like a PARTY!” Angie’s shrieking laughter seemed to multiply, as if there were dozens of her scattered about the house. Maybe it was the other dolls, slumped and lifeless in their dust-coated spots on the walls and the floors. “Donna does LOOOVE a family gathering, and I PINKY PROMISE she’s gonna make it fun!!!! She says hello, by the way, PJ.” 

There was a clattering in the kitchen, as if a pile of precariously stacked plates in the sink had toppled over and shattered, and Angie seemed to stop in her little monologue. For just a blessed moment, the house went completely silent again, before Angie seemed to sigh annoyedly. 

“Aw, well that’s no fun. Donna’s gonna KILL ME! We’re hosting a little PARTY AND THE DISHES BROKE?! PJ! PPPPPPJJJJJJJ! PJPJPJPJ. GO CLEAN THAT. YOU INVITED MORE PEOPLE HERE WITHOUT OUR PERMISSION. That means that YOU get to set up the pretty party.” 

It was as if Jasper blinked and Angie was standing in front of them again, arms crossed indignantly before she realized that poor Jasper had been crying. 

“Whassamatter, PJ? Are you cryyyyyyingggg? PFTAHAHHAAA! Did I scare you that badly? Just you WAIT PJ, you’re gonna see WAY cooler stuff at the little gathering you’re bringing.”

[moldcrawlers]

Now listen.

Jasper considers themselves a good person, a great person at that.

If this is the case; Why are they contemplating punting this doll across this hallway? Why did they expect a mold ridden village to be better than the mental hospital? Who knows. One thing is for sure; Jasper, under certain circumstances, has a very difficult time masking exactly why they got into that hospital in the first place.

"L-Look Miss..Angie, was it?". They swallow, "I'll help you clean up, I will. You— you just have to promise not to hurt me while I'm here, and just..hand me over to the others when they come. Okay? I really don't want to hurt you or myself in the process—". It was so sad because Jasper seemed so genuine with their words, genuine fear mixing with the sympathy that they felt.

Of course, They didn't really expect to be taken seriously. Knowing that Donna was also listening made their skin crawl even more than it did. To be in direct contact with one of those murderous, apathetic lords was a concept that terrified them to their core. "I promise to help, i really do.".

Jasper had this face. The face you see in the mirror when you're having a genuine mental breakdown at 4 am, the face of someone begging, pleading. For what? many things. For now, it was simply just a plead for life. Sure, they're starting to become a little bit frantic. Sure, They have a smile that's wobbling. But it's genuine.

Jasper stands, nearly tripping on their own feet. "You can—". Sniffle, "You can show me where the kitchen is and I'll help you clean everything up.". They offer, Picking at their nails.

[thestaronstage]

Okay I PROMISE The next chapters for Recollections of Fear and Mold Crawlers will be out soon! I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been grinding on missing schoolwork and I have a lot of after-school/during school events coming up but I PROMISE I'll write this weekend <3

[thestaronstage]

Expression practice with Vivienne! I love the horrors guys

[raesource]

headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

[the-rp-atelier]

|| ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

(Add "+🔁" or "+ reverse" for the reverse)

“Don’t panic, but I may have accidentally joined a cult.”

“Good news: I found a sword. Bad news: It’s haunted.”

“How many chickens are too many chickens?”

“The raccoon is not our pet. Put it down.”

“I need you to distract the cops for… reasons.”

“The good couch is on fire.”

“Do you think we could fight God? Hypothetically.”

“I replaced all your mugs with skulls.”

“There’s no law that says we can’t rob the mayor.”

“The plan is flawless. Step one: chaos. Step two: profit.”

“That’s not my blood, and that’s all I’m willing to say.”

“I bought a cannon.”

“Quick—pick a crime!”

“You can’t prove I’m the one who summoned it.”

“This is fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. (It’s not fine.)”

“Why is there a medieval knight in our kitchen?”

“I think the fridge is possessed.”

“You said you wanted excitement!”

“They can’t arrest both of us.”

[damaged-dollmaker]

@moldcrawlers

Nightfall; what an awful time to be outside.

To be fair, dying of starvation was not a pleasant thing either. It was either checking buildings or fighting some god forsaken creature for some dead animal or something, and Jasper honestly preferred not having an open wound in this place.

Their team had told them to check House Beneviento; No one had been there since..well, they didn't even know. No one they knew, at least. To put a cherry on top to this horrid supply mission, The batteries in their handheld radio had died out on the way over. Great! They didn't know if breaking in was illegal in this place, but they dreaded the fact that they would have to do it alone.

They felt sick to their stomach, clenching their hood over their head. Jasper approaches the front door but chooses not to knock. They decide on checking the vacancy of the building by peering into the windows the best they could. After no luck getting a decent glimpse inside the building, they tap a nail against the window. Was that smart? No. It's like tapping a shark tank.

All that greeted them was blissful silence.

The house behind the glass seemed suspended in time, dust coating most of the dolls that lined the shelves and lie slumped against walls, chairs left half-pulled-out from their respective tables. Even the marks from their move away from the table were coated in a thick layer of dust.

It was tastefully decorated, at the very least, all dark woods, pale cream walls, and green accents. Rugs, decor, the occasional throw pillow on an errant couch.

Most of the windows were covered by hastily adjusted lace curtains, only half-across their windows and yellowed with time and long exposure to the sun. At each window, two plants grew- some sort of pine, by the sharp smell and the needles, bearing a sort of odd flower that smelled sickeningly sweet and let out puffs of pollen with even the slightest wind.

The door was unlocked. An invitation? A mistake?

Perhaps. Why not try to take a peek?

[moldcrawlers]

"They have a fantastic sense in decor at least.". Jasper poked one of the flowers, stepping back once a puff of pollen emerged. Something to note for later; Learn if that flower was poisonous or not.

A sudden wave of discomfort and terror washed over them when they realized the door was unlocked. Jasper stares at the door handle for a decent minute before gently pushing open the door with their shaking palm. Their other hand is curled tightly into a fist.

They don't say anything at first, taking a few steps inside the room they had just seen. They DID close the door behind them, However. This is a household, not a barn. Manners matter! The slight tap of their platformed shoes creates a sort of rhythm with the creaking floorboards.

"Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die..".

Their tone of voice became more hesitant with each step before stopping completely at one point. The door was just a sprint away, they could always leave if they wanted. Their fear wouldn't let them move, like a weeping angel stuck like stone. The phrase they repeated was common amongst the other survivors. It was best not exactly to acknowledge the creatures or beasts that roam here.

[damaged-dollmaker]

The house stayed silent, nary a creak nor a breath stirring the dust that blanketed every surface.

It was only when they made it inside that Jasper could see the small footsteps that dotted the dust- mouse tracks and something slightly bigger, more human-like. The pollen had settled onto their shoes, dotting them with yellow-white specks that fell and joined the dust on the floor.

...

And then there was a wailing. Faint, quiet, and distant, but within the house nonetheless, as if something was in pain. It grew in pitch and closeness until it was ear-splitting and headache-inducing, cries like a siren going off.

Louder, louder- and then silent again. Perfectly silent. Nothing moved. Yet it felt like something- someone -was aware. Was looking straight at poor Jasper.

The door was locked, now. It had clicked shut sometime during the commotion.

[moldcrawlers]

Jasper's eyes squeezed shut, their frown contorting into a full on grimace. After another minute, their eyes opened while trying to catch their breath. Jasper's main goal was getting the FUCK out of there, bolting to the door— Realizing the door was somehow locked.

"What— What what what— Nonono you were just open!— Fuck!".

They drag their fingers through their hair, a dark brown with orange dyed highlights, now frizzy from all the traveling. Jasper takes the hood off their head with a swift motion to cool their body down.

"It was just the wind. Probably. There's a back exit..". They pause, "Somewhere? Maybe?".

Their tone was somehow more uncertain than before. The building was unfamiliar to them, the wailing from earlier lingered in the form of an ill feeling in their stomach, and now the door is just locked. Their ears were still ringing. It was a total sensory overload for them.

[damaged-dollmaker]

Something was watching.

It could be felt in the way the stale, still air shifted slightly, the way that a nervous prickling ran up Jasper's spine. This something was watching intently.

When Jasper returned to looking at the house in front of them, something was different in that slight way that made you notice, but not notice. Had a doll moved? A chair? Had the lights dimmed? It was impossible to tell.

Then there was a clattering, wood against wood, and when Jasper blinked, a tattered old doll sat on the rocking chair in front of them, wearing a grey-white... wedding dress? A veil covered her face, but snatches of a shattered and repaired face could be seen through the thin material, and tangled, wavy blonde hair peeked from beneath.

The doll did not move, did not shift. It sat there, slumped over, head angled so that the beady eyes could watch Jasper's next move.

Go on. Say hello.

[moldcrawlers]

Oh HELL no.

Jasper hates dolls with a burning passion; Something about something so innocent have it's innocence stripped away from them with time. It made their stomach churn even more than it already had.

This doll, however, activated all of their fear responses at once. Jasper froze in place just to understand what the hell had just happened. They remembered the tiny footprints on the floor. If this doll was alive they were going to start crying.

It was lovely to have a moment of actual quiet. For now, It was just Jasper, This Doll, and the house. They look around the area one more time before carefully— The best they could manage— taking Itty bitty steps towards the doll.

"How the hell did you get in here?".

They don't expect a response, talking to the mirror image of thin air. Their hands shook, entangling them in the strings from their pajama pants. "You have a really pretty dress though," They sheepishly smile, "I think you look lovely..and I think you need a trip so a toy shop. You need a spa day.".

Silence. It was expected. "..Jesus fuck I'm talking to a doll.". They mumble. None of this was on their bingo card. Jasper grimaced at themselves before standing still for a solid minute. Curiosity.

They inch a little bit closer.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Awww, I live here, silly! What’re YOU doing here, huh?” 

The doll sat up with a jolt, those blank eyes locking onto Jasper as she pushed the veil from her face, displaying greyed wooden limbs and a shattered face—one side rotten and worn while the other seemed just a little bit yellowed with age. 

“Thannnnk you for the compliment, though. What a CUTIE you are!” 

Her hands clasped together, the careful tilt of her head following suit as if she was regarding the kid in front of her, sizing them up. With a little grunt of effort, she jumped from her spot on the chair and stumbled over to Jasper, limbs creaking from age and effort. The sliding footprints she left behind were almost identical to the ones seen beforehand, although these were fresh in the dust. 

“Little, itty-bitty kid in MYYYYY house? What! A! Funny! Thing! Huh? You’re dressed in pajamas— are you trying to have a sleepover? Ouhhh we can do eachother’s hair! Wouldn’t that be fun?” The doll giggled, shrill and terrifyingly manic. “You have such NICE hair! I could just rip it from your head and keep it foreeeever!” 

[moldcrawlers]

"WOAHAGH!—"

A hand grabs onto their shirt, their breath becoming suddenly faster than it was minutes ago. Jasper's hair falls right into their face, stringy bits all over the place. It takes them a good while to recoup themselves.

"Uh..Okay! Woah. Hi! Uh—". They trip on their words, "Nice to meet you? I'm so sorry but uhm— I DO have to return back to my camp!". They pull their hair out of their face, their hands shaking excessively.

They remember the Mantra that they were taught. What if this doll was connected to those major creature fellas? What were they called? Lords? They thought made their skin crawl, or maybe it was just the dust clinging onto them. Or pollen.

"I would love to stay really, but I do really need to head back soon..". Jasper waves their hands politely. They do however pause at the compliments.

"You think my hair is pretty?". They tilt their head.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Leaving so soon?” The doll coos, voice thick with feigned disappointment. “You JUUUUST got here, silly PJ!” 

With a cacophony of wooden joints, all of the dolls on the walls and the shelves twisted to look at poor Jasper, dull eyes boring through their skull. Harsh whispers sounded from the room around them and the other doors to the other rooms, overlapping and fast and so loud. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!” 

The main doll stomped her foot onto the ground, screeching at a pitch that was ear-piercing. The whispering stopped at once, and all of the dolls continued their staring in silence. The main doll huffed and puffed, despite… not particularly needing air, and turned back to Jasper. 

“Sorryyyyy about them, PJ! I promise they’re usually MUUUUCH nicer.” 

Starting back up on her hyper giggling, the doll sticks out a hand towards Jasper with an expectant glance upwards at them. 

“I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!!! I’m Angie. Angie Beneviento!!!!!” The doll retracts her hand before Jasper could shake it, prancing off to the other side of the room. “You— you you you! You can’t leave, silly. You CAN’T. Donna’s gonna get vvvvvery mad.” 

[moldcrawlers]

"Ah— Who is Donna?". They question before sighing. "Oh! My name's Jasper, PJ is okay too! It sort of fits!". Jasper shuffles against the floor to Follow Angie. "It's very nice to meet you though! I've never seen a talking doll before.". I don't think anyone has, honey.

Donna. That name sounded familiar; like a distant memory you cant tell if it faded or you forcefully buried it down. A chilling recollection of sorts. Wasn't she— There's no way. How can a DOLL be related to one of those all powerful lords? It was almost funny.

The thought worried them the more they thought about it. Jasper couldn't have accidentally walked right into the jaws of a BEAST, right? Then again, knowing how Jasper got here, no one would really be shocked. One mental hospital trip to ending up where most of the crazy ones went— Okay, enough of that, No spiraling right now.

At least not infront of these stupid dolls.

Well, not particularly stupid. They haven't hurt them yet, why should they even be afraid? The longer that they're on this house, the more Jasper feels like they're spiraling down a deeper rabbit hole.

[damaged-dollmaker]

"Jasper! Ooouh what a pretty name!"

Flitting about, Angie comes to a stop right in front of the new arrival, peering up with a delighted giggle. It was hard to be scared of her when she acted like this, all happy-go-lucky and excited, even if she looked like she had been chewed by a dog on one half of her face.

"You should meet Doooonnna. She'll love you. Ouh! I just KNOW she will." The doll did a little twirl, hands mimicking that of a ballet dancer. "You would make such a nice playmate!"

Ignoring the question of who Donna was- because surely everyone would know Donna -Angie hummed to herself as she looked up at the other dolls.

"I would LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE! To see what your scream sounds like when you get scared. You're scared of dolls, aren't you? Right?"

The way her voice dropped to a rasped whisper was terrifying, and suddenly the eyes of the dolls around them felt much more alive than they should. Angie waited expectantly for just a moment, eyes zeroed in on Jasper.

"It's okay. We can find out soon!"

And when Jasper blinked again, Angie was... gone. The dolls were back in their rightful places, looking blankly ahead as if nothing had ever happened.

[moldcrawlers]

The moment Angie disappeared, their mask slipped almost instantly. A hand shoots up to their mouth to prevent any stray screeches from sneaking out. Their eyes became squeezed shut; Like someone had but superglue on them, yet the glue wasn't very stable because Jasper started to straight up cry.

They couldn't decide if they should sit down on an actual chair or not. Would it be rude? In the spot second they yelled inside their head, Jasper comes tumbling to the floor, their hands hitting the ground to hoist them up. Who even knew of they were being watched right now? They HAD to breath or else they'd pass the hell out.

Jasper gasps for air, taking the time to sniffle as well. After a good four minutes of pure sobbing they glance up and look around, their hands shaking and lips quivering. Out of a nervous habit, they start picking at the scars littering their arms. Was it stimulation? Distraction? Not even Jasper knew.

[damaged-dollmaker]

It was silent, again, save for the idle sounds of the house, which wasn’t very many. That eerie feeling of being watched subsided to a quiet, everpresent hum, lesser now, but always there. Always unsettling. 

The dolls lining the walls remained fixed into their places, although when Jasper turned their back to them, it felt as if something was breathing down their neck— that freaky feeling you get when you know something is behind you, close but not close enough to touch. If they turned around… nothing was there.

For now, it seemed, there was no immediate threat from whatever-the-hell lived here. The Lord. The dolls. Angie. Of course, the doors and windows were locked tight, but that was beside the point. 

[moldcrawlers]

They stand after a while, hands tightly holding onto the opposite arms. Jasper moves the hair out of their face and looks for an open door. Every door they tried was locked tight and every window couldn't be yanked. The end result was them walking into a hallway.

The handheld radio in their bag beeps, which they immediately grabbed.

"Jasper, are you there kiddo??".

The familiar voice almost brought Jasper to tears for the fight time today.

"Maisie..! I'm stuck in this— hhouusee..and— and there's moving dolls and I think— one of them's gonna get— a lorrdd..". Jasper's words paused in between their cries and gasps for air.

"Nono, hey! Jazzy, listen. We'll find a way over! Duke probably has a few keys on em..". The woman over the walkie talkie spoke with a gentle tone of voice. "We'll go ask! Just hang tight and we'll be over in a little!

Dylan get the shotgun—".

The radio cut out.

Jasper slid down the wall, covering their head in between their knees. This was a literal nightmare.

[moldcrawlers]

Okay I'm so sorry abt the chapter two delay, I've been rlly busy n my writing motivation has gone out the window but I PROMISE it'll be out friday or during the weekend!//

[damaged-dollmaker]

@moldcrawlers

Nightfall; what an awful time to be outside.

To be fair, dying of starvation was not a pleasant thing either. It was either checking buildings or fighting some god forsaken creature for some dead animal or something, and Jasper honestly preferred not having an open wound in this place.

Their team had told them to check House Beneviento; No one had been there since..well, they didn't even know. No one they knew, at least. To put a cherry on top to this horrid supply mission, The batteries in their handheld radio had died out on the way over. Great! They didn't know if breaking in was illegal in this place, but they dreaded the fact that they would have to do it alone.

They felt sick to their stomach, clenching their hood over their head. Jasper approaches the front door but chooses not to knock. They decide on checking the vacancy of the building by peering into the windows the best they could. After no luck getting a decent glimpse inside the building, they tap a nail against the window. Was that smart? No. It's like tapping a shark tank.

All that greeted them was blissful silence.

The house behind the glass seemed suspended in time, dust coating most of the dolls that lined the shelves and lie slumped against walls, chairs left half-pulled-out from their respective tables. Even the marks from their move away from the table were coated in a thick layer of dust.

It was tastefully decorated, at the very least, all dark woods, pale cream walls, and green accents. Rugs, decor, the occasional throw pillow on an errant couch.

Most of the windows were covered by hastily adjusted lace curtains, only half-across their windows and yellowed with time and long exposure to the sun. At each window, two plants grew- some sort of pine, by the sharp smell and the needles, bearing a sort of odd flower that smelled sickeningly sweet and let out puffs of pollen with even the slightest wind.

The door was unlocked. An invitation? A mistake?

Perhaps. Why not try to take a peek?

[moldcrawlers]

"They have a fantastic sense in decor at least.". Jasper poked one of the flowers, stepping back once a puff of pollen emerged. Something to note for later; Learn if that flower was poisonous or not.

A sudden wave of discomfort and terror washed over them when they realized the door was unlocked. Jasper stares at the door handle for a decent minute before gently pushing open the door with their shaking palm. Their other hand is curled tightly into a fist.

They don't say anything at first, taking a few steps inside the room they had just seen. They DID close the door behind them, However. This is a household, not a barn. Manners matter! The slight tap of their platformed shoes creates a sort of rhythm with the creaking floorboards.

"Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die..".

Their tone of voice became more hesitant with each step before stopping completely at one point. The door was just a sprint away, they could always leave if they wanted. Their fear wouldn't let them move, like a weeping angel stuck like stone. The phrase they repeated was common amongst the other survivors. It was best not exactly to acknowledge the creatures or beasts that roam here.

[damaged-dollmaker]

The house stayed silent, nary a creak nor a breath stirring the dust that blanketed every surface.

It was only when they made it inside that Jasper could see the small footsteps that dotted the dust- mouse tracks and something slightly bigger, more human-like. The pollen had settled onto their shoes, dotting them with yellow-white specks that fell and joined the dust on the floor.

...

And then there was a wailing. Faint, quiet, and distant, but within the house nonetheless, as if something was in pain. It grew in pitch and closeness until it was ear-splitting and headache-inducing, cries like a siren going off.

Louder, louder- and then silent again. Perfectly silent. Nothing moved. Yet it felt like something- someone -was aware. Was looking straight at poor Jasper.

The door was locked, now. It had clicked shut sometime during the commotion.

[moldcrawlers]

Jasper's eyes squeezed shut, their frown contorting into a full on grimace. After another minute, their eyes opened while trying to catch their breath. Jasper's main goal was getting the FUCK out of there, bolting to the door— Realizing the door was somehow locked.

"What— What what what— Nonono you were just open!— Fuck!".

They drag their fingers through their hair, a dark brown with orange dyed highlights, now frizzy from all the traveling. Jasper takes the hood off their head with a swift motion to cool their body down.

"It was just the wind. Probably. There's a back exit..". They pause, "Somewhere? Maybe?".

Their tone was somehow more uncertain than before. The building was unfamiliar to them, the wailing from earlier lingered in the form of an ill feeling in their stomach, and now the door is just locked. Their ears were still ringing. It was a total sensory overload for them.

[damaged-dollmaker]

Something was watching.

It could be felt in the way the stale, still air shifted slightly, the way that a nervous prickling ran up Jasper's spine. This something was watching intently.

When Jasper returned to looking at the house in front of them, something was different in that slight way that made you notice, but not notice. Had a doll moved? A chair? Had the lights dimmed? It was impossible to tell.

Then there was a clattering, wood against wood, and when Jasper blinked, a tattered old doll sat on the rocking chair in front of them, wearing a grey-white... wedding dress? A veil covered her face, but snatches of a shattered and repaired face could be seen through the thin material, and tangled, wavy blonde hair peeked from beneath.

The doll did not move, did not shift. It sat there, slumped over, head angled so that the beady eyes could watch Jasper's next move.

Go on. Say hello.

[moldcrawlers]

Oh HELL no.

Jasper hates dolls with a burning passion; Something about something so innocent have it's innocence stripped away from them with time. It made their stomach churn even more than it already had.

This doll, however, activated all of their fear responses at once. Jasper froze in place just to understand what the hell had just happened. They remembered the tiny footprints on the floor. If this doll was alive they were going to start crying.

It was lovely to have a moment of actual quiet. For now, It was just Jasper, This Doll, and the house. They look around the area one more time before carefully— The best they could manage— taking Itty bitty steps towards the doll.

"How the hell did you get in here?".

They don't expect a response, talking to the mirror image of thin air. Their hands shook, entangling them in the strings from their pajama pants. "You have a really pretty dress though," They sheepishly smile, "I think you look lovely..and I think you need a trip so a toy shop. You need a spa day.".

Silence. It was expected. "..Jesus fuck I'm talking to a doll.". They mumble. None of this was on their bingo card. Jasper grimaced at themselves before standing still for a solid minute. Curiosity.

They inch a little bit closer.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Awww, I live here, silly! What’re YOU doing here, huh?” 

The doll sat up with a jolt, those blank eyes locking onto Jasper as she pushed the veil from her face, displaying greyed wooden limbs and a shattered face—one side rotten and worn while the other seemed just a little bit yellowed with age. 

“Thannnnk you for the compliment, though. What a CUTIE you are!” 

Her hands clasped together, the careful tilt of her head following suit as if she was regarding the kid in front of her, sizing them up. With a little grunt of effort, she jumped from her spot on the chair and stumbled over to Jasper, limbs creaking from age and effort. The sliding footprints she left behind were almost identical to the ones seen beforehand, although these were fresh in the dust. 

“Little, itty-bitty kid in MYYYYY house? What! A! Funny! Thing! Huh? You’re dressed in pajamas— are you trying to have a sleepover? Ouhhh we can do eachother’s hair! Wouldn’t that be fun?” The doll giggled, shrill and terrifyingly manic. “You have such NICE hair! I could just rip it from your head and keep it foreeeever!” 

[moldcrawlers]

"WOAHAGH!—"

A hand grabs onto their shirt, their breath becoming suddenly faster than it was minutes ago. Jasper's hair falls right into their face, stringy bits all over the place. It takes them a good while to recoup themselves.

"Uh..Okay! Woah. Hi! Uh—". They trip on their words, "Nice to meet you? I'm so sorry but uhm— I DO have to return back to my camp!". They pull their hair out of their face, their hands shaking excessively.

They remember the Mantra that they were taught. What if this doll was connected to those major creature fellas? What were they called? Lords? They thought made their skin crawl, or maybe it was just the dust clinging onto them. Or pollen.

"I would love to stay really, but I do really need to head back soon..". Jasper waves their hands politely. They do however pause at the compliments.

"You think my hair is pretty?". They tilt their head.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Leaving so soon?” The doll coos, voice thick with feigned disappointment. “You JUUUUST got here, silly PJ!” 

With a cacophony of wooden joints, all of the dolls on the walls and the shelves twisted to look at poor Jasper, dull eyes boring through their skull. Harsh whispers sounded from the room around them and the other doors to the other rooms, overlapping and fast and so loud. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!” 

The main doll stomped her foot onto the ground, screeching at a pitch that was ear-piercing. The whispering stopped at once, and all of the dolls continued their staring in silence. The main doll huffed and puffed, despite… not particularly needing air, and turned back to Jasper. 

“Sorryyyyy about them, PJ! I promise they’re usually MUUUUCH nicer.” 

Starting back up on her hyper giggling, the doll sticks out a hand towards Jasper with an expectant glance upwards at them. 

“I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!!! I’m Angie. Angie Beneviento!!!!!” The doll retracts her hand before Jasper could shake it, prancing off to the other side of the room. “You— you you you! You can’t leave, silly. You CAN’T. Donna’s gonna get vvvvvery mad.” 

[moldcrawlers]

"Ah— Who is Donna?". They question before sighing. "Oh! My name's Jasper, PJ is okay too! It sort of fits!". Jasper shuffles against the floor to Follow Angie. "It's very nice to meet you though! I've never seen a talking doll before.". I don't think anyone has, honey.

Donna. That name sounded familiar; like a distant memory you cant tell if it faded or you forcefully buried it down. A chilling recollection of sorts. Wasn't she— There's no way. How can a DOLL be related to one of those all powerful lords? It was almost funny.

The thought worried them the more they thought about it. Jasper couldn't have accidentally walked right into the jaws of a BEAST, right? Then again, knowing how Jasper got here, no one would really be shocked. One mental hospital trip to ending up where most of the crazy ones went— Okay, enough of that, No spiraling right now.

At least not infront of these stupid dolls.

Well, not particularly stupid. They haven't hurt them yet, why should they even be afraid? The longer that they're on this house, the more Jasper feels like they're spiraling down a deeper rabbit hole.

[damaged-dollmaker]

"Jasper! Ooouh what a pretty name!"

Flitting about, Angie comes to a stop right in front of the new arrival, peering up with a delighted giggle. It was hard to be scared of her when she acted like this, all happy-go-lucky and excited, even if she looked like she had been chewed by a dog on one half of her face.

"You should meet Doooonnna. She'll love you. Ouh! I just KNOW she will." The doll did a little twirl, hands mimicking that of a ballet dancer. "You would make such a nice playmate!"

Ignoring the question of who Donna was- because surely everyone would know Donna -Angie hummed to herself as she looked up at the other dolls.

"I would LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE! To see what your scream sounds like when you get scared. You're scared of dolls, aren't you? Right?"

The way her voice dropped to a rasped whisper was terrifying, and suddenly the eyes of the dolls around them felt much more alive than they should. Angie waited expectantly for just a moment, eyes zeroed in on Jasper.

"It's okay. We can find out soon!"

And when Jasper blinked again, Angie was... gone. The dolls were back in their rightful places, looking blankly ahead as if nothing had ever happened.

[moldcrawlers]

The moment Angie disappeared, their mask slipped almost instantly. A hand shoots up to their mouth to prevent any stray screeches from sneaking out. Their eyes became squeezed shut; Like someone had but superglue on them, yet the glue wasn't very stable because Jasper started to straight up cry.

They couldn't decide if they should sit down on an actual chair or not. Would it be rude? In the spot second they yelled inside their head, Jasper comes tumbling to the floor, their hands hitting the ground to hoist them up. Who even knew of they were being watched right now? They HAD to breath or else they'd pass the hell out.

Jasper gasps for air, taking the time to sniffle as well. After a good four minutes of pure sobbing they glance up and look around, their hands shaking and lips quivering. Out of a nervous habit, they start picking at the scars littering their arms. Was it stimulation? Distraction? Not even Jasper knew.

[damaged-dollmaker]

@moldcrawlers

Nightfall; what an awful time to be outside.

To be fair, dying of starvation was not a pleasant thing either. It was either checking buildings or fighting some god forsaken creature for some dead animal or something, and Jasper honestly preferred not having an open wound in this place.

Their team had told them to check House Beneviento; No one had been there since..well, they didn't even know. No one they knew, at least. To put a cherry on top to this horrid supply mission, The batteries in their handheld radio had died out on the way over. Great! They didn't know if breaking in was illegal in this place, but they dreaded the fact that they would have to do it alone.

They felt sick to their stomach, clenching their hood over their head. Jasper approaches the front door but chooses not to knock. They decide on checking the vacancy of the building by peering into the windows the best they could. After no luck getting a decent glimpse inside the building, they tap a nail against the window. Was that smart? No. It's like tapping a shark tank.

All that greeted them was blissful silence.

The house behind the glass seemed suspended in time, dust coating most of the dolls that lined the shelves and lie slumped against walls, chairs left half-pulled-out from their respective tables. Even the marks from their move away from the table were coated in a thick layer of dust.

It was tastefully decorated, at the very least, all dark woods, pale cream walls, and green accents. Rugs, decor, the occasional throw pillow on an errant couch.

Most of the windows were covered by hastily adjusted lace curtains, only half-across their windows and yellowed with time and long exposure to the sun. At each window, two plants grew- some sort of pine, by the sharp smell and the needles, bearing a sort of odd flower that smelled sickeningly sweet and let out puffs of pollen with even the slightest wind.

The door was unlocked. An invitation? A mistake?

Perhaps. Why not try to take a peek?

[moldcrawlers]

"They have a fantastic sense in decor at least.". Jasper poked one of the flowers, stepping back once a puff of pollen emerged. Something to note for later; Learn if that flower was poisonous or not.

A sudden wave of discomfort and terror washed over them when they realized the door was unlocked. Jasper stares at the door handle for a decent minute before gently pushing open the door with their shaking palm. Their other hand is curled tightly into a fist.

They don't say anything at first, taking a few steps inside the room they had just seen. They DID close the door behind them, However. This is a household, not a barn. Manners matter! The slight tap of their platformed shoes creates a sort of rhythm with the creaking floorboards.

"Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die..".

Their tone of voice became more hesitant with each step before stopping completely at one point. The door was just a sprint away, they could always leave if they wanted. Their fear wouldn't let them move, like a weeping angel stuck like stone. The phrase they repeated was common amongst the other survivors. It was best not exactly to acknowledge the creatures or beasts that roam here.

[damaged-dollmaker]

The house stayed silent, nary a creak nor a breath stirring the dust that blanketed every surface.

It was only when they made it inside that Jasper could see the small footsteps that dotted the dust- mouse tracks and something slightly bigger, more human-like. The pollen had settled onto their shoes, dotting them with yellow-white specks that fell and joined the dust on the floor.

...

And then there was a wailing. Faint, quiet, and distant, but within the house nonetheless, as if something was in pain. It grew in pitch and closeness until it was ear-splitting and headache-inducing, cries like a siren going off.

Louder, louder- and then silent again. Perfectly silent. Nothing moved. Yet it felt like something- someone -was aware. Was looking straight at poor Jasper.

The door was locked, now. It had clicked shut sometime during the commotion.

[moldcrawlers]

Jasper's eyes squeezed shut, their frown contorting into a full on grimace. After another minute, their eyes opened while trying to catch their breath. Jasper's main goal was getting the FUCK out of there, bolting to the door— Realizing the door was somehow locked.

"What— What what what— Nonono you were just open!— Fuck!".

They drag their fingers through their hair, a dark brown with orange dyed highlights, now frizzy from all the traveling. Jasper takes the hood off their head with a swift motion to cool their body down.

"It was just the wind. Probably. There's a back exit..". They pause, "Somewhere? Maybe?".

Their tone was somehow more uncertain than before. The building was unfamiliar to them, the wailing from earlier lingered in the form of an ill feeling in their stomach, and now the door is just locked. Their ears were still ringing. It was a total sensory overload for them.

[damaged-dollmaker]

Something was watching.

It could be felt in the way the stale, still air shifted slightly, the way that a nervous prickling ran up Jasper's spine. This something was watching intently.

When Jasper returned to looking at the house in front of them, something was different in that slight way that made you notice, but not notice. Had a doll moved? A chair? Had the lights dimmed? It was impossible to tell.

Then there was a clattering, wood against wood, and when Jasper blinked, a tattered old doll sat on the rocking chair in front of them, wearing a grey-white... wedding dress? A veil covered her face, but snatches of a shattered and repaired face could be seen through the thin material, and tangled, wavy blonde hair peeked from beneath.

The doll did not move, did not shift. It sat there, slumped over, head angled so that the beady eyes could watch Jasper's next move.

Go on. Say hello.

[moldcrawlers]

Oh HELL no.

Jasper hates dolls with a burning passion; Something about something so innocent have it's innocence stripped away from them with time. It made their stomach churn even more than it already had.

This doll, however, activated all of their fear responses at once. Jasper froze in place just to understand what the hell had just happened. They remembered the tiny footprints on the floor. If this doll was alive they were going to start crying.

It was lovely to have a moment of actual quiet. For now, It was just Jasper, This Doll, and the house. They look around the area one more time before carefully— The best they could manage— taking Itty bitty steps towards the doll.

"How the hell did you get in here?".

They don't expect a response, talking to the mirror image of thin air. Their hands shook, entangling them in the strings from their pajama pants. "You have a really pretty dress though," They sheepishly smile, "I think you look lovely..and I think you need a trip so a toy shop. You need a spa day.".

Silence. It was expected. "..Jesus fuck I'm talking to a doll.". They mumble. None of this was on their bingo card. Jasper grimaced at themselves before standing still for a solid minute. Curiosity.

They inch a little bit closer.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Awww, I live here, silly! What’re YOU doing here, huh?” 

The doll sat up with a jolt, those blank eyes locking onto Jasper as she pushed the veil from her face, displaying greyed wooden limbs and a shattered face—one side rotten and worn while the other seemed just a little bit yellowed with age. 

“Thannnnk you for the compliment, though. What a CUTIE you are!” 

Her hands clasped together, the careful tilt of her head following suit as if she was regarding the kid in front of her, sizing them up. With a little grunt of effort, she jumped from her spot on the chair and stumbled over to Jasper, limbs creaking from age and effort. The sliding footprints she left behind were almost identical to the ones seen beforehand, although these were fresh in the dust. 

“Little, itty-bitty kid in MYYYYY house? What! A! Funny! Thing! Huh? You’re dressed in pajamas— are you trying to have a sleepover? Ouhhh we can do eachother’s hair! Wouldn’t that be fun?” The doll giggled, shrill and terrifyingly manic. “You have such NICE hair! I could just rip it from your head and keep it foreeeever!” 

[moldcrawlers]

"WOAHAGH!—"

A hand grabs onto their shirt, their breath becoming suddenly faster than it was minutes ago. Jasper's hair falls right into their face, stringy bits all over the place. It takes them a good while to recoup themselves.

"Uh..Okay! Woah. Hi! Uh—". They trip on their words, "Nice to meet you? I'm so sorry but uhm— I DO have to return back to my camp!". They pull their hair out of their face, their hands shaking excessively.

They remember the Mantra that they were taught. What if this doll was connected to those major creature fellas? What were they called? Lords? They thought made their skin crawl, or maybe it was just the dust clinging onto them. Or pollen.

"I would love to stay really, but I do really need to head back soon..". Jasper waves their hands politely. They do however pause at the compliments.

"You think my hair is pretty?". They tilt their head.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Leaving so soon?” The doll coos, voice thick with feigned disappointment. “You JUUUUST got here, silly PJ!” 

With a cacophony of wooden joints, all of the dolls on the walls and the shelves twisted to look at poor Jasper, dull eyes boring through their skull. Harsh whispers sounded from the room around them and the other doors to the other rooms, overlapping and fast and so loud. 

“SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!” 

The main doll stomped her foot onto the ground, screeching at a pitch that was ear-piercing. The whispering stopped at once, and all of the dolls continued their staring in silence. The main doll huffed and puffed, despite… not particularly needing air, and turned back to Jasper. 

“Sorryyyyy about them, PJ! I promise they’re usually MUUUUCH nicer.” 

Starting back up on her hyper giggling, the doll sticks out a hand towards Jasper with an expectant glance upwards at them. 

“I FORGOT TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!!! I’m Angie. Angie Beneviento!!!!!” The doll retracts her hand before Jasper could shake it, prancing off to the other side of the room. “You— you you you! You can’t leave, silly. You CAN’T. Donna’s gonna get vvvvvery mad.” 

[moldcrawlers]

"Ah— Who is Donna?". They question before sighing. "Oh! My name's Jasper, PJ is okay too! It sort of fits!". Jasper shuffles against the floor to Follow Angie. "It's very nice to meet you though! I've never seen a talking doll before.". I don't think anyone has, honey.

Donna. That name sounded familiar; like a distant memory you cant tell if it faded or you forcefully buried it down. A chilling recollection of sorts. Wasn't she— There's no way. How can a DOLL be related to one of those all powerful lords? It was almost funny.

The thought worried them the more they thought about it. Jasper couldn't have accidentally walked right into the jaws of a BEAST, right? Then again, knowing how Jasper got here, no one would really be shocked. One mental hospital trip to ending up where most of the crazy ones went— Okay, enough of that, No spiraling right now.

At least not infront of these stupid dolls.

Well, not particularly stupid. They haven't hurt them yet, why should they even be afraid? The longer that they're on this house, the more Jasper feels like they're spiraling down a deeper rabbit hole.

[moldcrawlers]

I'm working on Chapter two right now and I really want to use The Archiver in a scenario REALLY BAD bc they're so stupid and silly. Dumbass angel 😭😭 //

[moldcrawlers]

@damaged-dollmaker

I found your crib LMAO//

[moldcrawlers]

Update on this:

She took everything I had and for some reason has a doll of my wife//

[damaged-dollmaker]

{{I DID WHAT?????

[moldcrawlers]

I DON'T HAVE A PHOTO BUT I WAS LOCKED IN A FUCKING ROOM WITH A PUZZLE OF MIA 😭😭😭//

[moldcrawlers]

@damaged-dollmaker

I found your crib LMAO//

[moldcrawlers]

Update on this:

She took everything I had and for some reason has a doll of my wife//

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[promptcalender]

Types of Screams

PAINED: through gritted teeth, unaware of the sound because of the pain, head falling back, curling around the source of pain in an attempt to shield self

CELEBRATORY: jumping up and down, screeching with surprise then quickly covering mouth and laughing, grabbing hand of loved ones, grinning widely after

HORRIFIED: backing up, wide eyed, shaking, involuntary sound quickly muffled with a hand, followed by teary eyes

ANGRY: guttural, screaming until there is no air left, approaching the source of anger, turning red, eyes brimming with tears of rage

EXCITED: higher pitched, frantic, unable to contain noise, suffocating on the emotions

GRIEF: guttural and wordless, coming from deep in their chest, dropping to knees, doubling over, repeated sounds of agony

[Prompt Calender: April 24th, Scream Day]

[moldcrawlers]

@damaged-dollmaker

I found your crib LMAO//

[damaged-dollmaker]

@moldcrawlers

Nightfall; what an awful time to be outside.

To be fair, dying of starvation was not a pleasant thing either. It was either checking buildings or fighting some god forsaken creature for some dead animal or something, and Jasper honestly preferred not having an open wound in this place.

Their team had told them to check House Beneviento; No one had been there since..well, they didn't even know. No one they knew, at least. To put a cherry on top to this horrid supply mission, The batteries in their handheld radio had died out on the way over. Great! They didn't know if breaking in was illegal in this place, but they dreaded the fact that they would have to do it alone.

They felt sick to their stomach, clenching their hood over their head. Jasper approaches the front door but chooses not to knock. They decide on checking the vacancy of the building by peering into the windows the best they could. After no luck getting a decent glimpse inside the building, they tap a nail against the window. Was that smart? No. It's like tapping a shark tank.

All that greeted them was blissful silence.

The house behind the glass seemed suspended in time, dust coating most of the dolls that lined the shelves and lie slumped against walls, chairs left half-pulled-out from their respective tables. Even the marks from their move away from the table were coated in a thick layer of dust.

It was tastefully decorated, at the very least, all dark woods, pale cream walls, and green accents. Rugs, decor, the occasional throw pillow on an errant couch.

Most of the windows were covered by hastily adjusted lace curtains, only half-across their windows and yellowed with time and long exposure to the sun. At each window, two plants grew- some sort of pine, by the sharp smell and the needles, bearing a sort of odd flower that smelled sickeningly sweet and let out puffs of pollen with even the slightest wind.

The door was unlocked. An invitation? A mistake?

Perhaps. Why not try to take a peek?

[moldcrawlers]

"They have a fantastic sense in decor at least.". Jasper poked one of the flowers, stepping back once a puff of pollen emerged. Something to note for later; Learn if that flower was poisonous or not.

A sudden wave of discomfort and terror washed over them when they realized the door was unlocked. Jasper stares at the door handle for a decent minute before gently pushing open the door with their shaking palm. Their other hand is curled tightly into a fist.

They don't say anything at first, taking a few steps inside the room they had just seen. They DID close the door behind them, However. This is a household, not a barn. Manners matter! The slight tap of their platformed shoes creates a sort of rhythm with the creaking floorboards.

"Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die, Don't listen, Don't die..".

Their tone of voice became more hesitant with each step before stopping completely at one point. The door was just a sprint away, they could always leave if they wanted. Their fear wouldn't let them move, like a weeping angel stuck like stone. The phrase they repeated was common amongst the other survivors. It was best not exactly to acknowledge the creatures or beasts that roam here.

[damaged-dollmaker]

The house stayed silent, nary a creak nor a breath stirring the dust that blanketed every surface.

It was only when they made it inside that Jasper could see the small footsteps that dotted the dust- mouse tracks and something slightly bigger, more human-like. The pollen had settled onto their shoes, dotting them with yellow-white specks that fell and joined the dust on the floor.

...

And then there was a wailing. Faint, quiet, and distant, but within the house nonetheless, as if something was in pain. It grew in pitch and closeness until it was ear-splitting and headache-inducing, cries like a siren going off.

Louder, louder- and then silent again. Perfectly silent. Nothing moved. Yet it felt like something- someone -was aware. Was looking straight at poor Jasper.

The door was locked, now. It had clicked shut sometime during the commotion.

[moldcrawlers]

Jasper's eyes squeezed shut, their frown contorting into a full on grimace. After another minute, their eyes opened while trying to catch their breath. Jasper's main goal was getting the FUCK out of there, bolting to the door— Realizing the door was somehow locked.

"What— What what what— Nonono you were just open!— Fuck!".

They drag their fingers through their hair, a dark brown with orange dyed highlights, now frizzy from all the traveling. Jasper takes the hood off their head with a swift motion to cool their body down.

"It was just the wind. Probably. There's a back exit..". They pause, "Somewhere? Maybe?".

Their tone was somehow more uncertain than before. The building was unfamiliar to them, the wailing from earlier lingered in the form of an ill feeling in their stomach, and now the door is just locked. Their ears were still ringing. It was a total sensory overload for them.

[damaged-dollmaker]

Something was watching.

It could be felt in the way the stale, still air shifted slightly, the way that a nervous prickling ran up Jasper's spine. This something was watching intently.

When Jasper returned to looking at the house in front of them, something was different in that slight way that made you notice, but not notice. Had a doll moved? A chair? Had the lights dimmed? It was impossible to tell.

Then there was a clattering, wood against wood, and when Jasper blinked, a tattered old doll sat on the rocking chair in front of them, wearing a grey-white... wedding dress? A veil covered her face, but snatches of a shattered and repaired face could be seen through the thin material, and tangled, wavy blonde hair peeked from beneath.

The doll did not move, did not shift. It sat there, slumped over, head angled so that the beady eyes could watch Jasper's next move.

Go on. Say hello.

[moldcrawlers]

Oh HELL no.

Jasper hates dolls with a burning passion; Something about something so innocent have it's innocence stripped away from them with time. It made their stomach churn even more than it already had.

This doll, however, activated all of their fear responses at once. Jasper froze in place just to understand what the hell had just happened. They remembered the tiny footprints on the floor. If this doll was alive they were going to start crying.

It was lovely to have a moment of actual quiet. For now, It was just Jasper, This Doll, and the house. They look around the area one more time before carefully— The best they could manage— taking Itty bitty steps towards the doll.

"How the hell did you get in here?".

They don't expect a response, talking to the mirror image of thin air. Their hands shook, entangling them in the strings from their pajama pants. "You have a really pretty dress though," They sheepishly smile, "I think you look lovely..and I think you need a trip so a toy shop. You need a spa day.".

Silence. It was expected. "..Jesus fuck I'm talking to a doll.". They mumble. None of this was on their bingo card. Jasper grimaced at themselves before standing still for a solid minute. Curiosity.

They inch a little bit closer.

[damaged-dollmaker]

“Awww, I live here, silly! What’re YOU doing here, huh?” 

The doll sat up with a jolt, those blank eyes locking onto Jasper as she pushed the veil from her face, displaying greyed wooden limbs and a shattered face—one side rotten and worn while the other seemed just a little bit yellowed with age. 

“Thannnnk you for the compliment, though. What a CUTIE you are!” 

Her hands clasped together, the careful tilt of her head following suit as if she was regarding the kid in front of her, sizing them up. With a little grunt of effort, she jumped from her spot on the chair and stumbled over to Jasper, limbs creaking from age and effort. The sliding footprints she left behind were almost identical to the ones seen beforehand, although these were fresh in the dust. 

“Little, itty-bitty kid in MYYYYY house? What! A! Funny! Thing! Huh? You’re dressed in pajamas— are you trying to have a sleepover? Ouhhh we can do eachother’s hair! Wouldn’t that be fun?” The doll giggled, shrill and terrifyingly manic. “You have such NICE hair! I could just rip it from your head and keep it foreeeever!” 

[moldcrawlers]

"WOAHAGH!—"

A hand grabs onto their shirt, their breath becoming suddenly faster than it was minutes ago. Jasper's hair falls right into their face, stringy bits all over the place. It takes them a good while to recoup themselves.

"Uh..Okay! Woah. Hi! Uh—". They trip on their words, "Nice to meet you? I'm so sorry but uhm— I DO have to return back to my camp!". They pull their hair out of their face, their hands shaking excessively.

They remember the Mantra that they were taught. What if this doll was connected to those major creature fellas? What were they called? Lords? They thought made their skin crawl, or maybe it was just the dust clinging onto them. Or pollen.

"I would love to stay really, but I do really need to head back soon..". Jasper waves their hands politely. They do however pause at the compliments.

"You think my hair is pretty?". They tilt their head.