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Thage from Eternal Poison, made for my sis. Sis is in the background holding up the doll.
Pattern By BabyLondonStar now known as TheHauntedNeedle
Wait silly me. This isn't a UFO style doll. Sorry. This is my original pattern, the end result is similar, but the pattern is completely different and my own design. I was on a roll with saying BabyLondonStar. But honestly this is my personal pattern.
Lust and Envy from FMA made for my sis
Pattern By BabyLondonStar now known as TheHauntedNeedle
C.C. made for my sis years ago.
I decided to post some of my early works as a doll maker.
Pattern By BabyLondonStar now known as TheHauntedNeedle
Misfortune in the Family (@clairvoyant-mysteries)
It didn’t take much for her to carefully watch him mess around. His cravenous sense of stability was nothing short of pathetic to her. And, had she not been better at holding herself back, she probably would’ve laughed at it. It was probably clear from the start that she was rather sadistic in a way. Still, she tried to keep a close eye out.
Of course she didn’t want the money. None of the three did. The only thing on her mind was revenge at the time, and that was going to cloud her better judgment instead of trying to get rich off everything so simply like that. Not very wise of her, no, but she wasn’t really the wise type of woman. Sometimes, it seemed as if she was just as much of a child in that sense as, well, an ordinary child. Still, nothing would distract her from her main goal.
It's true, Stitch wasn't as graceful as his siblings, he wasn't as smart as his youngest daughter, and he sure as hell was not as talented as his father, but... Well I lost the point to what I was talking about.
"That's not very nice, if you are gonna start narrating about my flaws at least mention some of my good points."
Stitch had a way of breaking the fourth wall, he inherited this ability from his father. For people on the outside looking in, it seemed that he suffered a mental illness.
"Well it's a good thing no one is here to witness this." Stitch was in a huff now, a bit insulted by the words of the narrator.
Yes, most certainly, if anyone from the outside looked at him talking to himself, they would deem him a lunatic, but I digress, I'm only pulling away from the main story.
Stitch slammed the vault shut, someone was here, in his home, in the place where his children sleeps. He was happy his children weren't here, he didn't want them to be in danger, but more so he didn't want Mary to lecture him about the importance of locking up.
"O-okay! I know you are here!" He looks around, pistol readied, his hand was shaking a bit in fear.
Grave Intentions
She shook her head, “It’s all right. I wish I had known they’d be there, I wouldn’t have brought you. It’s my fault.”
Running her fingers through her bangs, she shuddered. She wouldn’t have expected that their little visit to the grave would have turned out like it had, but she was glad they were leaving.
“They are going to leave me alone, right?”
"No, it's not your fault. And if you didn't bring me here... I don't know what they would have done. I don't know what their intentions are." Stitch seemed saddened. "It's my fault you got involved, not yours."
Stitch wasn't at fault, but he wanted to make sure Madison didn't blame herself for this mess. The question still remained though... "I don't know why my father's grave is here... or why you was able to see him. Maybe you do have a special quality in you Madison."
Misfortune in the Family (@clairvoyant-mysteries)
She still seemed uninterested in everything. The only thing on her mind was making sure things were the way she wanted them to be, and that wouldn’t happen until she knew for sure nothing else would stand in her way when she got rid of her granddaughter.
But the clatter broke her concentration. Something had caught the man’s attention, and she was very much aware of it.
“Something’s startled him,” she commented. “Quick, get over here and shut up.”
The old woman quickly hobbled over to the two and pulled them into her. With probably not too much time to spare, she cloaked the two with her invisibility and sat completely still. The dog-like ‘Nightmares’ merely sulked their way back outside, only knowing they’d be able to get back in by shadow had the door been locked.
A gun was useless without bullets. Stitch truly did not believe in violence, but perhaps a gun was enough to scare away an intruder.
The stairs creaked softly as he slowly walked down them. He surveyed the room, it seemed empty, but a small glimmer of light caught his eyes.
Jessica realized at that point that magically enchanted eye-wear that always shows the truth might not be concealed in any invisible veil, she quickly covered them.
A car drove by, temporarily lighting the dark room. It must have just been his imagination. Maybe he only heard things.
Bump, it was something small, but it rolled into his foot. "What's this?" He bent down to pick up the object, it was a spool of thread. "What the..." He held the gun out looking around the room again. "Who's there! Show yourself!"
It was silence. Stitch backed away out of the room slowly. He was absent-minded, the thought crossed his mind that he may have taken it out without putting it back. He clutched the thread spool tightly in his fist.
Then he saw it, the safe. It was open. He knew that he carefully shut it after he got his sleeve out.
-Timer Reset: 0 Hours-
He let out a gasp and ran to check on it... surprisingly the contents were still all there. "What the hell... if they didn't want money what did they want?"
Grave Intentions
Gently, Madison took hold on one of Stitch’s sleeves. She tugged it and leaned her head close to his, hoping the others wouldn’t hear her whispering to him.
“I think that’s just as important as any life made by… y’know… I like your daughters. They seemed real enough to me, and they still are. Yeah, it’s… weird, but I have no right to judge.”
She glanced to his brother and sister, then back to him. “I mean it this time, let’s go.”
Stitch followed Madison's advice and walked away with her.
"Aww, leaving so soon Brother?" laughed Jessica.
"You should... invite us over sometime, so we can catch up!"
Stitch didn't talk until he felt they were out of their sight and ears. "I-I'm so sorry Madison, you had to experience all of that..."
Misfortune in the Family (@clairvoyant-mysteries)
The old woman seemed to take no interest in the money there, but she did stare at it for an elongated period of time. What an obvious place to keep earnings. Anyone not depositing it somewhere ran the risk of getting robbed in a heartbeat, and that stupidity made the old woman chuckle. Then again, she never trusted any brats with her own possessions, either. Maybe it wasn’t that stupid.
“The codes are the same for both of the safes,” she repeated what she had heard in the conversation she observed and listened to. “Attempt to reenter the combination in that lock.”
Jessica entered the code into the hidden safe. There was just a spool of thread in there.
Egon was shocked. "What the hell? Did he really keep it there?"
"No..." Jessica readjusts her glasses. "This is just a regular spool of thread."
The two siblings were talking about a subject Irene didn't know of, they seem to know something about a special spool of thread, but it wasn't their original goal.
Jessica dropped the spool. "This is useless to us."
There was the sound of clatter downstairs.
"What was that?" Stitch got up from his bed, something fell downstairs. "Damn it... I didn't lock the front door..." He looked toward the safe next to his bed.
He slowly got up and went to it, carefully turning the nob to the correct numbers...
*click*
He was hoping he'd never have to use it, but he kept it with him, locked up tight.
It was a pistol.
Grave Intentions
Madison’s motherly side made her lean towards Stitch and defending him. She couldn’t help it, “Excuse you. I don’t CARE how they got here, but I’m curious. If he loves them, then I’m gonna ask you to shut your mouth.”
She looked to Stitch, “Honestly, I’ve seen so many weird things… Just answer me, please.”
"It was something passed down to me from my father. It's not so much a skill as it is a tool... It's a special spool of thread called 'The Thread of Life'. It had the power to heal any wound, mend any break..."
"Create a new life..." muttered Egon.
"A Frankenstein!" sneered Jessica.
"Shut up... It's not like that. Mary was my greatest work ever. Every part of her delicately hand made. I poured my heart and soul into her to give her life. Fabric made into flesh, that is the power the thread had. She is alive."
"A doll's a doll brother, you're so busy dressing up like one you can't even tell the difference. Some sort of fancy string wouldn't make a difference."
Grave Intentions
“Wait, wait—” Madison waved her hand at Jessica and the… guy whose name she couldn’t remember. “Shut up, I want to ask some questions now!”
There was a moment’s pause and she frowned, “I’m sorry… I just really want to get this straight. Stitch, those girls… The ones I met, they’re really dolls? But they don’t look like—”
She shook her head, “How?”
"Madison, she just took a gun apart with her bare hands." Stitch pointed at his sister. "Is now really the time to ask these sort of questions?"
"Please brother, enlighten the girl, tell her how did you make such monstrosities of nature?" cackled Jessica.
"SHUT UP! They aren't monstrosities... How dare you call my daughters that."
Misfortune in the Family (@clairvoyant-mysteries)
If there was one thing that brought back memories she’d like to forget, it was eyes. Everything was about everyone’s eyes. There was nothing fruitful about them, and they were merely a body part to the old woman. More than that, they were deceitful ones. Looking at the painting almost made her gag, but she merely cleared her throat instead.
“Do not focus too much on the art, child… it is merely a romanticized version of an eye. The safe is over this way, after all. Let us see if there really is anything important we could find here.”
She walked over to it, only to take note of the paper note he had dropped with the code on the ground. Oh, now it really was too easy. How boring. She expected more, somehow.
“I take it this is the combination… what a shame.”
The safe behind the room held all the earnings and a few important documents dealing with the shop itself. It wasn't anything of great interest unless Irene enjoyed money, she literally could rob the place blind if she wanted to, but Theodore's siblings didn't care about earthly trinkets.
"What a bore, you'd think he would keep something more important here."
"Well this is a business brother, it's possible he has another personal safe... Oh look here, there is a safe hidden under the register."
A small safe was hidden in the counter. Considering the location, one would assume this safe probably wouldn't hold much importance to their cause, but it may be worth poking around.
Upstairs Stitch was getting ready for bed, he wasn't up for any late night work. His head was poking into another safe by his bed, he placed something inside to lock up.
Grave Intentions
Madison shook her head and took the tiniest step away, rustling the grass under her feet. These people were quickly starting to freak her out, and she was starting to consider going home again. But, of course, they had to say things that bothered her or made her wonder.
“Dolls? They’re not…”
Again, she looked at Stitch. Madison groaned, “Don’t tell me…”
"Does it matter how they were born? They are alive, breathing, feeling beings. Mary may not have been born like a normal child but she came to be because of the love and soul a father poured into her, and I took in Blossom fully knowing what she was. It doesn't mean I love either of them any less because of it."
"You abandoned your own brother and sister for your toys."
"No! I abandoned you because you two are bat-shit crazy! You wanted money, and when that wasn't enough you wanted power. I'm not about to help you feed into that sickness."
Grave Intentions
For one long moment, Madison stared at the two. When she finally shook her head, she sighed and rubbed at the side of her face. “I never said I was going to agree to—”
A gun? Madison gave Stitch a look of surprise. Even if it wasn’t loaded, it still concerned her a bit that he felt he needed to carry one on him.
Jessica hands the mangled gun back to Stitch. "In case you need this bro."
"Um... thanks." there was a monotone to his voice, the didn't know exactly how to react to this. He looked over at Madison, who had the looked startled. "I didn't mean to scare you, I just... I always carry my gun with me. I've heard bad things about this city... and I can't risk orphaning two girls."
His siblings laughed. "Girls..." snarked Jessica.
"You still into your little dolls brother? Haven't you outgrown them yet?"
Grave Intentions
Madison frowned and shuddered. That wasn’t a nice feeling at all. She felt slightly disturbed, knowing that they had an eye on her — even for a few seconds. “I’m just doin’ what anyone else should. They needed someone…”
She supposed she was only roving their point.
"No Miss Grey, if anyone else would have, why have they not yet? Machi had lived here alone for a year, and that pale girl..." Egon frowned, "I don't even know where she came from..."
"You have a special quality Miss Grey." Jessica reached into her pocket and pulled out a glasses case, carefully she placed the glasses on her face. "Yes Miss Grey, you are a special person indeed... You are a possible candidate for this title... But even so, we are foreign to this world, the title would have to be given to a native. It's not impossible for you to be a guardian of this place though." Jessica walked over to Stitch and stroked his face. "It's good to see you brother... but you should know better." She reached into his hoodie out a pistol and playfully dangles it infront of his face. "You can't hide these things from me."
"Was he suspecting us sister?"
"Unlikely, he probably carries one at all times." She dismantles the gun. "Oh, no bullets? What a shame, I thought you was finally growing a set of balls, Teddy-Bear."
Grave Intentions
“So…” She scratched her head and looked from Jessica to Egon, “You mean that, since it’s not just my blood, I have a chance to have whatever that title is? But I don’t create or protect…”
Madison shook her head and swept some hair from her face, “All I do is arrange flowers.”
"Give yourself more credit Miss Grey. I'm sure you've done stuff to be... worthy of the title." Reassured Egon.
"Like maybe... Adopt two lost children?" Jessica gave a disturbing smile to Madison.
"Y-you said you wasn't following her!" Snapped Stitch.
"I wasn't lying, we weren't actively following Miss Grey, but a few things are hard to... ignore." said Jessica. "That red sky a few months ago... a weird building that suddenly appears and vanishes, and no one even remembers... That weird pale child... that young pianist... You've been a busy woman Miss Grey..."
Misfortune in the Family (@clairvoyant-mysteries)
The sound of him walking upstairs rung in the old woman’s ears… as well of the ears of her so acclaimed ‘Nightmares’, who quickly took that as a sign to approach the barrier of the home and start spitting at it. If anything else, it would melt under the acidic properties of their decaying saliva. They were quiet about it, but it all sounded very, very nasty. She sat back and merely waited for them to attempt to get it all the way down as quickly and as quietly as they could. There was an impatient look on her face.
Each drop corroded the barrier, it gave a soft groan as if it was in pain. It receded after a few moments, as if it gave up.
"That's amazing." It was an understatement, but they couldn't think of any words to show their awe.
The two step inside, unhindered. The shop was slightly cluttered with clothing and dolls. Their brother wasn't the best at displaying his wares. There were a few gaudy paintings hanging on the wall.
"Oh god, what the hell is that." whispered Jessica.
"Our brother has weird taste in art."
Misfortune in the Family (@clairvoyant-mysteries)
Oh, for the love of God. What an idiot… Irene was clearly not impressed with what she was getting and reading past the door. She could hear him struggling with the handle on some sort of device, and it was rather obnoxious, to say the least. Even his barricades didn’t hold back the noise he was making, even if it was soft. She was a lot more acute in her senses than most women her age. Hell, ANY woman her age, for that matter. She was seventy-two.
“We will require some sort of clue, then. I do not know of what.. but that is where we will simply have to wait.” She seemed upset with that fact. “Oh, how I simply despite waiting for something. I have revenge to get to, you know.”
The next few minutes was spent with Stitch talking on his phone. An angry voice is on the other line.
<I can't believe you are that stupid daddy...>
"Just... just... tell me the code..."
<Fine, I'll have to reset the code when I come home, the emergency code to bypass the lock down is 12282012 that will set the timer to 0. The code is the same for both safes in case you somehow get your hand stuck in the other one.>
"Wait, I need to write it down."
<No Daddy don't... arrg...>
"My arm's free!"
<Good for you... bye Daddy>
"I love-"
<Click>
"- you..." Stitch gives out a sad sigh, he drops the note and walks upstairs to the apartment.
