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"We'll make her perfect," he said, quickly glancing up at me from under his long shaggy bangs. "She'll be wonderful- a live doll, to love and care for us forever."

He smiled an assuring smile at me, as if that would help convince me that this plan was a good one, and chase away my fears. I saw his hands tighten on the lifeless plastic. Lying would help. Lying always helped.

"Of course, hon." I replied, and went back to cleaning up the mess on the lab table. "I'm sure she'll be wonderful."

She "awoke" a few months later, stuffed with wires and chemicals and god only knows what else he shoved into that little shell he wanted to call a doll. From the first moment her eyes opened and I saw him grinning broadly behind her, so oblivious to the monster he'd created, I knew things would never be the same. Those dark grey eyes that showed no emotion, those cold blue lips that never changed, and the fear I felt at that moment I will never forget for the rest of my life. He had even put on little white gloves on her dainty hands, and curled the fake hair into little ringlets that framed her delicate face, though that just made her look more sinister and fragile at the same time.

I don't remember what happened after that- it's pretty much a blur. I just remember that I would see her staring at me at odd hours of the night, and though I was still terribly afraid of her, I was mesmerized by her gaze. She seemed so sad yet cold and emotionless all at the same time and I would never know how to respond other than directing her back to her room and going back to bed in a futile attempt to fall asleep again.

We bought her all she wanted- dolls that were never touched, a little plastic crown to match her hair, anything she ever desired. But it wasn't enough. And he knew, and I knew, and even she knew, that this strange family could never be.

So when we found her in pieces at the bottom of the mansion, neither of us spoke a word, but we both understood it all. We buried her under the magnolia tree, and we left her crude little mechanical heart on top to remind us of all that we wanted and failed to achieve.

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What? It was better than "I got annoyed at a friend of mine a few weeks ago and doodled this in 20 minutes in painter at 2 a.m." right? XD; Nyeh, I'm no writer. If you guys don't like it, I'll take it out, but I think it adds a bit of life to a picture.


I was going to put this into macabre and horror, but it lacks both of those. I wish DA had a dark art section, unless I'm a blind bat and didn't notice it if they already have one. n__n; I stick to the same sections too much. Dx


Full View if you want :3


And yeah, I wanted to keep a really simple style for this one. :3 I like changing things up- it gives life to my gallery. Sorry it's nothing uberfancy like my previous deviations, but a change is good after awhile. ^__^