#31-40

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America’s Got Talent Contract: 31-40 of45

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Source, Source

[haushinkaisarealgirl]

Finn Faces 4/?

[the-cglre-matchmaker]

Age Regressor (Little) Application

-About Me-

Name: Doll/Dolly

Age: 26 years old

Gender: Female

Sexual/Romantic Attraction: Panromantic Demisexual

Poly/Mono/No Preference: No preference

Are you interested in a family? (Multiple littles or caregivers): Multiple littles, yes; multiple caregivers, yes if both/all are female/female-identified

Little age: 2-6 years old

Little gear used: sippy, paci, plushies, toys, coloring books, video games

Appearance (describe, add a pic, or ignore): 4'10", pale skin, reddish hair, green eyes, curvy

Location: Southern USA

Contact info (Tumblr required, other optional): tiny-kawaii-doll on Tumblr, Kawaii Doll #8730 on Discord

Extra info: I am trying to cope with GAD, depression, and trauma. I have a Bachelor's degree. I work full-time. I am engaged.

-Looking For-

Type of relationship (friends, platonic, romantic, etc.): friends/platonic

Are you okay with physical or mental illness? Yes, I am trying to cope with the latter myself.

Are you okay if they are a switch? Yes.

Age range (must be 18+): 18+, 26+ preferred

Gender: Female/Female-identified

Personality/caregiver type (strict, cuddly, silly)? Gentle, cuddly

Location preferred (LDR or IRL): Either, bonus points if IRL!

[nekasamazon]

[talesfromdarkness]

40. Never Look Back

How many years has it been since I last came to this dreadful place? How many years did it take for me to forget it? How many years have I been pressing myself to go back? I would say all too many. Despite all that had happened, I was staring down the large dark hole that lead to the large black maze. The very same place that was once nearly filled to the brim with people. Some never came back out. The government managed to hush it all up and shut the place down. It was under quarantine, but over time it just stood forgotten. I would bet even the officials forgot what was down there. I never did, and I wouldn't expect anybody else, who made it out, to either. I don't know what it was. Nobody ever really understood what it was. I only ever saw a glimpse of it and that was enough to drill its way right into my memory.

All I know is that there is no way that thing is part of this world. It started many years back. Back in the days of the cold war and the red threat. I worked down there once. Drafted into the military, as so many men were in those days. At the time I thanked my lucky stars that I never made it overseas, but now I wish I had been. At the time the giant labyrinth was a phony missile silo. Used for some kind of research that supposedly would have ended the war. Nobody truly understood what those scientists were doing down there, but that thing surely was not the expected result. I was a paper pusher. All I did all day every day was store and retrieve files. Not good work, but I was not displeased with it.

There was a lot of commotion around the place. They claimed they were close to a break through, but I had heard of that before. There was some buzz going around about it being opened. There was no way they were creating anything down there. The equipment was all wrong. Whatever that thing is. Either they found it or it found them. I don't remember much of what happened that last day. It was mostly a rush of adrenaline and getting lost in a crowd of people all flooding out of the only entrance hatch before they sealed it down there. What I remember the most was seeing it. It was only for a second and that was almost a second too long. It had crashed through some doors, while I was making my way out. It was like some large, red tongue. It was smeared with blood and slime. It was attacking some guys. Gashing them. Eating them. Crunching on their bones. After that, all I remember is gunfire and me running faster than I ever have in my entire life. I ran out. I would have kept on running if something hadn't stopped me. It's fuzzy I don't remember much from there. I think I passed out, cause I woke up a few days later in a hospital.

Soon some top brass showed up. They told me the incident never happened. I would have to keep my mouth shut about it or else. Who would have believed me that the government is hiding a monster? Either way I was honorably discharged. They never really said why, but I always had my suspicions. The whole thing seemed too unbelievable to be real. Like I had some bad dream, but it must have happened. I almost feel like I have to prove to myself it really did happen. With flashlight in hand I descended into those depths. It was almost going back to an old school or something. Except for signs of age, the place was almost like I remember it. I was halfway to my old office, before I came to my senses. I was there for a reason. I soon found out it was still there. Almost like it had been waiting for my return after all those years. It was just like I remember it large, red, slimy nothing more than a mess of creatures. It almost seemed to remember me. However, unlike before I was an old man and I had no one with me. Maybe it would have been better if I never came back at all.

[talesfromdarkness]

39. A Family Thing

Many things are hidden out in the Louisiana swamps. Some are left well alone and some that should be left forgotten. Out in the slime and muck lived a family as strange of a family as ever was. Almost inhuman in appearance. Some say they are aliens from another world. Others claim they crawled out of the swamps one day. Wherever they came from they liked to stick to themselves out deeper in the swamps, farther than most people cared to go. Nobody really knew just how many there were.

Most people at town know of a rotund man with a soggy pair of overalls and big flat feet. He was always a sickly shade of green and had big black eyes almost too large for his head. He hardly ever had any coin on him. Most of the time he went to the general store trading in fish and alligator heads for nails, barrels, salt, and occasionally lantern oil. Nobody ever figured out what he needed all that for. The store keeper by the name of Sam Charles always though the man liked to pickle a lot of fish, but some stranger theories floated by his ears. Something like they farmed frogs by the dozens or they pickled people and ate them. It was a small town and that family was all too weird. Of course if anybody really wanted to find out they could just go and visit them. It's not so much that they were hostile once in a blue moon. They even invited people over, but nobody ever went. Even the bravest man in town would shake in his boots at the idea of actually going inside their house.

A few derelict teens would test their courage by going out into the swamps in hopes of finding their home, but they would always rush back as soon as they spotted anyone. Those men who wanted to go night fishing by the light of a full moon would hear a strange sound echoing out in the woods. Something like the mix of a wolf howl and a croaking frog. They just did their best to stay clear away from whatever it was. Every lost kitten and missing boat was blamed on that family, although it was never warranted and always had another explanation. Those with a better head on their shoulders thought they were just people who liked doing strange things and wanted to be left alone, cause of how normal people reacted to them. However this does not account for the unusual amount of foreigners that have gone missing out in the swamps nor the strange creatures occasionally seen out in the swamps. They have been described as not quite fish, alligator, or frog, but something like them all. Furthermore there are supposedly many more members of this family that have never been seen. The few others that have been spotted look weirder and weirder. Some hardly seem to be human at all. One brave soul went out looking for their house only to find a field of pot marked ground with human sized holes. Nobody could figure what they were even used for. Not that anybody dared to find them again.

The town could only breathe easy if there was any sign of snowfall in the winter. For if there was all signs of the family seemed to stop and the townsfolk went on pretending they were never there in the first place. Only to be wary once more come next spring. The people wanted to forget their wayward neighbors. They did their best to ignore the family that set itself apart, but their presence loomed over the whole town. Never letting them rest. Some things should be left well enough alone. The townsmen have learned this all too well. For whatever is going on in those swamps will stay a secret. No matter who tries to find them. No matter how hard they try to escape. They always get reeled back into that swamp by that family all too strange.

[talesfromdarkness]

38. Raft

The sun baked overhead only to be cooled by a chilled ocean wind. There was nothing around for miles just me, an inflated raft, and more water than I ever cared to see. I had only a bit of drinkable water remaining. Even though I had a filter device, I dared not touch that water. I felt as though it would be the last thing I ever did. As the slow ocean hills bobbed me up and down, I thought on how I got in a position so horrible I could never have imagined it. It was some dumb party on a boat, not a yacht or anything, but a lot of people were excited just to party out on the water.

I was invited by a friend of a friend. He was just some snob, who liked to show more than he actually had. I think he even rented the boat and claimed to have 3 more. They really don't matter anymore they are all long gone. I never should have went. There were a lot of people almost too many for us all on the craft, but we really didn't care. Who could think about safety, when there was enough beer going around to get an elephant drunk and some sick beats playing out on a maxed out system. Now that I think about it. There were so many things that we did wrong. It was like the place was a powder keg. The noise could have attracted anything, people yerping off the sides muddied the water, and a boat way over loaded. I hardly took notice. I was too busy beating the literal pants off my boys in beer pong. I was real drunk, but nothing I haven't done before. I can keep my head about me while intoxicated. Sometimes I do better, when I have a bit of a buzz on.

By the end of the games some of my boys were either passed out or too busy macking on some girls. I would have done the same, but the female dice tonight were article cold. I did not want to over booze myself, cause that is the best way to be a complete fool. Instead, I went inside and played some games on my phone. Some chill time is good, when there is a lot of buzz going around. At first I felt it in my bones with a teeth rattling smash. Junk flew everywhere as they slid off the tables. Something had tipped the boat, but not enough to sink it. It just rocked like crazy. Everybody was enjoying themselves too much or too drunk to think anything of it, myself included.

Some high wannabes off the bow saw it first. It was big and blue, rushing at our little boat like a weaponized tsunami. I was inside the whole time with some passed out losers, who had way too much. I only spotted it for a brief second as a wall of water hit us. The impact sent us spiraling. Most were washed away, but others like myself clung to the now upside down ship. The boat was sinking fast. With everything floating around like crazy I sized the yellow package of an inflatable raft. I swam out and pulled the cord, forcing me to the surface. People were sputtering everywhere, the boat looked more like a dead whale, and I could only barely see flashes of something in the water. If that had been it most of them would have survived, but it was only me. Whatever was swarming around in the water started picking people off dragging them down to the depths. Nobody could escape. No matter how fast they swum or if they tried climbing the ship. In a flash the boat was gone. Giant blue near translucent tentacles erupted out of the water and swallowed it whole. I honestly tried my best to help, but there was nothing I could do. Only a single girl made it to my raft, but as I was pulling her up, something pulled her down. She slipped right out of my wet hands. Everybody else was gone. I can still feel it looking for some sign of survivors down in the deep.

[talesfromdarkness]

37. I Watched Them

It was night, when I crawled out of my home of a dingy sewer pipe that laid adjacent to a beach. I was rather thankful this place was almost completely deserted most of the day, so I could keep my little home. I liked the ocean too much to leave it, even if it was harder to find scraps of food around. I took a night swim to clean myself off. One of the few pleasures of being alone on the beach or at least I thought I was alone.

Bunches of people arrived on the beach much to my interest. Some people like to have parties out by the ocean late at night, and sometimes I could get food out of them. At the same time, most people thought I was extremely unsightly and sometimes they would outright run away. Tantalized by the promise of food, but hidden so as to not make them flee. I floated just out of sight, but I could see them prominently. There must have been a dozen of them or so all piled out of several trucks with many large full bags in tow. As do most people at the beach at night, they lit a fire on the sands.

Unlike most people they drew a circle around the fire with the bags. It seemed like nothing of note, until one of the men took out a knife and stabbed one of the bags. It twitched around like crazy, before staying still as stone. Red liquid leaked all over the sand. The contents of the bag was disposed of as several of the others assisted the man with the knife to push the bag onto the fire. They hollered and cheered at this. They seemed to be rather enjoying themselves, as they did this funny little dance around their fire. It was no concern of mine. I was just out in the waves watching them, and getting ever so very hungry. They might have food and maybe that's what those little bags were. They continued their strange ritual of stabbing and burning those black bags. As they did their fire grew larger and larger. Suddenly one of the people started shouting out to the waters. Soon the other joined him. They seemed to have spotted me and were quite angry about it. Not like I really cared what they were doing on the beach. That was until the most pleasant aroma wafted its way over to me. They did have food, and I was keen on getting it. I swam my way over to the strange people.

Quickly, their anger dropped to fear, as I ungulated myself out of the surf. They took off running, but not before I caught one by the heel and dragged him into my slimy green body. He tasted so good. I wanted more. I rapidly slithered my way to a bunch of them attempting to flee in one of their trucks. I liquefied those in the back and oozed my way in, before they could take off. They were indeed good. Some had managed to run down the road. I felt a little too lazy and too full to go chasing after more, especially when I had a feast still on the beach. Those black bags took some work, but I still ate the juicy contents inside. I ate the shoes, cloths, bones, and that sweet flesh. I admit I may have pigged out a bit much. Over a dozen humans might have been a bit too much for me. I sank out in the ocean to swim off all those humans. I just did not feel good at all. Maybe it was eating too many shoes? I could hardly ever control myself, when I get hungry. I really do love the ocean. I could live somewhere else like those big cities and get more food, but sometimes I get these nice little feasts on the beach. So long as nobody finds me out here, I really have no reason to move. With the way I eat they won't ever be finding any bodies, but sometimes shoe with a foot still in it.