Welcome to the Dollhouse
°ꕥ°Admin Bibi Presents
°ꕥ°Pairing: Ji Changmin X Bianca (OC) 1st pov
°ꕥ°Genre/trope/au: Horror, smut, non established relationships
°ꕥ°Rating: 18+ MDNI R rated
°ꕥ°Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, swearing, (smut in future chapters)
°ꕥ°Word count: 2,315
°ꕥ°Credits to: @kitsunecafe
°ꕥ°Synopsis: Bianca has been kidnapped and wakes up, with no memory of the night before. She and the hostages must follow the rules of the game master or suffer the consequences
°ꕥ°A/n: I live and breathe horror and K-pop, and this is my first time openly sharing my writing. I want to share this with people who love the same things I do, so enjoy, please🖤
Why is it so cold? Why does my body feel so heavy? Why does my head hurt so fucking much…?
Opening her eyes, Bianca is met with nothingness. It was pitch black wherever she was and she could practically hear her own heart beating out of her chest in the eerie silence surrounding her. Bianca was sitting on something cushiony, assuming it was a couch. She brought her legs up to her chest to calm her racing heart. Taking a few deep breaths, Bia's head started to pound immensely. Fuck! Did someone knock me over the head?
Feeling movement next to her, she covered her mouth so as to not let out a single sound. Unsure of the situation she was tangled in. Bianca didn't want to make any sudden movements, considering her memory was wiped clean at the moment.
"Is someone here next to me?" A man's voice whispered out.
Bia hesitated to respond. "Uh yeah.. who are you?" She squeaked out, hugging her legs tighter to her chest.
He remained silent for a split second before answering. "I'm - I'm not sure." His voice trembled, causing Bia's stomach to drop.
"Where the fuck am I?" A high pitched voice shrieked out in the darkness. Startling Bia, she subconsciously clutched to the random stranger next to her, gripping tightly to his arm. He flinched, but quickly relaxed.
"Hey, someone turn on the fucking lights!" Another voice boomed out, deeper and very aggressive this time.
Bianca heard sniffling coming from somewhere in the dark room but couldn't pinpoint which direction it was coming from. Feeling a little more comfortable, knowing that there were more people around her, she stretched her legs out but couldn't fight that bad feeling in her gut. Telling her that this was a situation she didn't want to be a part of. Bia let go of the stranger and stood up to test the waters and instantly regretted it. Her legs felt like jello, yet her body felt as heavy as bricks. It was as though she had been dragged around by a pickup truck.
"Hey, are you okay there?" The voice next to her spoke out again as she felt his nimble fingers wrap around her wrist protectively.
Chuckling nervously, Bia stretched her body a little more. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel like I've been hibernating for ages." She fiddled with her left ear with her free hand.
"How could you be laughing at a time like this?" He asked Bianca, fear and shock very evident in his voice. He was right. She shouldn't be laughing in such a situation, but Bia couldn't help it. The stranger let go of her once she seemed okay, but she couldn't drop the feeling of him staring at her, even through the dark.
Apologizing, Bia waved her hands in front of her, hoping she was facing the right direction of his voice. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh, but we don't know what's going on, and I'm a nervous giggler." He hummed in response.
There were a few more groans heard around them, as more people were starting to wake up one by one. "Ohhh, what's this? Are we in some sort of Febreze commercial?" Another female voice appeared, fairly close to Bianca.
"I doubt this is a Febreze commercial," She snorted. "It smells dusty and old in here." Bia added, massaging her temples, trying to get this intense headache to dissipate.
"Okay, how many people are in here?" The aggressive voice called out to the room. Before anyone could reply, though, the lights dimly flickered on. The guests had looks of confusion and worry. Some had been crying, and some were still unconscious. Bianca squinted at the sudden lighting, taking in all her surroundings, but nothing and no one looked familiar to her. This place looked like it had never seen a living soul, an old Victorian home with its windows boarded up completely, drapes covering the furniture, cobwebs, and dust all over. It was like a scene out of a horror movie.
This has to be some kind of joke…right?
"Hey you! The one with the curly brown hair. What's your name?" That deep voice startled Bia from behind. Turning around to see who it belonged to, she silently stared at him. Going through her mind if she recognized him, to which she didn't. He had a head of wavy brunette hair and sensitive eyes that sucked you in.
Blinking a few times, it hit Bia. "I'm? I actually have no clue what my name is." She stood there dumbfounded. She had no recollection of what she had been doing before waking up in this house.
"What do you mean you don't know what your name is? Do you have dementia or something?" A girl with long red orange hair exclaimed at Bia, who she thought was the one that shrieked earlier.
"Okey carrot top, what the fuck is your name then?" Bia crossed her arms, immediately getting defensive at the redhead's attitude towards her.
"...." She pursed her pink lips and stared at the ground "I'm not sure either."
"Ahh exactly, so calmada mi tia." Bia snapped her fingers at the girl.
"Okay calm down you two, it seems none of us can remember our names, or how the fuck we even got here." A muscular, angelic like man came between the two before a brawl started.
Looking around, Bia noticed there were seven of them in total, four men and three women. The stranger next to her had been sitting so quiet. She almost forgot he was there till he spoke up. "Do you guys think we're in some sort of danger?" He asked, barely above a whisper. He looked plain in her eyes, glasses, dull raven locks, like he couldn't even harm a fly and probably read books about rocks for fun.
I don't know any of these people. Have I run across them before? Bianca thought to herself as she took a good look at everyone.
"Fuck me, that must have been some party." A brunette girl with a bowl haircut rubbed her eyes, taking everything in. "Hmm? Wait? Who are you people?" She asked everyone, her face mimicking their confusion.
One of the guys whose voice was smooth as butter, kneeled in front of the newly awoken women. "Can you remember anything that's happened recently? Or your own name?" He gently spoke to her. Ms. Mullet's eyes widened as she tried desperately to think back on how she got here.
"The only thing I can recall was being shit faced at a party and then nothing." She gasped, panic settling comfortably in her green orbs.
"I see everyone is awake now! Welcome to my Dollhouse." A robotic sounding voice came from a nearby speaker.
"Dollhouse?" Bianca asked quietly to no one in particular. The timid man she was sitting next to, stood up beside her and stayed close to her, feeling his warmth near was comforting for Bia.
The statuesque man walks up to the speaker with no hesitation. "Is this some sort of game or trick? Why are we here? And why can't we remember anything?" He growled.
The stranger's voice was terrifyingly menacing for a robotic tone. "There are clues in this room as to who you are. Figure out your names. Once you think you have the answer, I want you to look through one of the eight paintings with your supposed name above them." The voice explained.
The hostages looked around the room and noticed there were eight similar paintings, each portraying a gruesome death scene. "What the actual fuck…" the annoying red head whispered to herself. Above them were names, just as the voice said.
Seulgi, Yeosang, Hyerin, James, Bianca, Kevin, Yerin, and Vernon. They read, and right underneath the canvases were two eyeholes.
"If you happen to get your name right. You should see a photo of yourself. But if you get it wrong…well there will be a little surprise for you. Good luck, my little toys~" With those final instructions, the speaker went silent.
"What kind of fuckery is this?!" The kind eyed man angrily punched the wall beside him.
Bianca flinched at his reaction. She sat quietly on the couch, hugging herself as panic washed over her whole body. "I think we should follow his instructions." She whispered.
"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Ms. Curly, we don't know what this person is capable of." The smooth voiced guy agreed with her. He stood up straight and started walking around to examine the photos and names.
Kind eyed man glared between the speaker and the group of strangers. "Please, what can this punk do? He didn't even have the balls to show his face to us. Telling us we're his precious "dolls." He's nothing but some pussy hiding behind a wall who has nothing better to do." He spat bitterly, flipping off the speaker.
Well... I guess we know who's dying first. Bianca raised her eyebrows.
"He's a pussy that managed to somehow get us all in here and not remember anything?" The platinum mullet girl rolled her eyes, repeating everything he just said because it sounded so stupid. "You need to calm down your testosterone. We're all scared."
Nodding along, Bia was about to ask the timid man next to her what his thoughts were, but her words stopped in her throat as soon as she looked into his eyes. They were dark and sharp, staring daggers at the bigger man. It sent a bad feeling in the pit of Bianca's stomach and she didn't want to sit near him any longer. Standing up and walking around to look for clues of who she could be, she tripped over one more person who had yet to wake up.
Gently nudging them, they didn't move. After a few more times, Bia finally smacked the back of their head and got a groan in response. "What's going on over here?" The angelic guy rushed over to help the person up.
They were sporting a short blue pixie cut. Oh? Another woman, so it's an even amount of us… she sat up and looked like hell, makeup running down her face, hair matted and in every direction, eyes bloodshot.
"Damn girl, you look terrible." Bianca accidentally said out loud. The angel man gave her a look of disapproval as she immediately apologized.
The new girl groaned again and chuckled. "I feel terrible, too. Where the hell are we?... actually, who are you guys?" She turned her head in every direction.
"That's what we're trying to figure out." Kind eyes appeared before them. "Do you have any recollection of what you were doing in the last 24 hours or so?" He asked, aggression clearly part of his tone.
Pixie girl had no clue what was going on and simply shook her head. Bianca stepped away and continued to look for clues. Studying the gruesome portraits, she noticed that they almost resembled them. But the names above them, do they match? Or is it to throw us off?
Bianca found a portrait with someone that resembled her, but the name above it read Kevin. Something was telling her that her name was probably not kevin. Looking around the room, studying the strangers in here, her eyes landed on Mr. Smooth voice.
Calling him over, she pointed to her photo. "This is me, but I don't think my name is Kevin. You look more like a Kevin." Bia took a good look at him again and felt positive that his portrait was behind those two little holes.
"Tch- do I give Kevin vibes?" He gives her a dirty–but playful look. Her eyes widened, embarrassed and not wanting to offend anyone.
"I mean… kinda." She gave him a sheepish smile. He busted out laughing, a laugh so loud, it surprised her that someone with such a soft voice could elicit such a sound.
"Ahhh, you're right, I do look like a Kevin. Should I look through it?" He raised his eyebrows, asking Bianca. "I'm scared to look, but it would be a start to figuring shit out."
Bia chewed on the inside of her cheek and nodded. "I think you should do it." Before he leaned in though, the speaker went off again, startling everyone, a few curses slipping.
"You guys have less than an hour and no one has looked through the peep holes yet. Maybe I should just kill everyone now and get a new set of dolls." The voice threatened, clicking off. The room was filled with gasps and cries.
"What does he mean by kill us all?" The redhead shrieked.
"What do you think he means carrot top?!" Bianca rolled her eyes, but fear had taken over, and she was trying hard not to scream and cry. Who she had assumed was Kevin, set his hand on her shoulder to relax her, and gave Bia a small smile.
"Are you going to look through that one, man?" Mullet girl asked worriedly, eyeing the canvas and the name above it. "I guess you do look like a Kevin, but that image ain't you." She commented.
He nodded and took a deep breath. The tension in the room was high. Suddenly, everyone was surrounding the three as the first person was preparing to look into the eyeholes. Bia felt her hands get clammy as she lightly grabbed his arm to give him some comfort. There was a moment of silence where everyone held their breath as he leaned his face closer and closer, his dark orbs full of dread finally peeking through the holes…