I'm Not Real

Chapter Five

Chapter Five: Disastrous Dreams

It was a long day, mostly consisting of Pico, Darnell, and Nene getting yelled at by Keith because, god, these dumbasses don't know how to fucking use a screwdriver. Keith wasn't a builder by any means, but did enjoy creating things and was legitimately pissed at their mechanical incompetence. It was fun though, hanging out with them, and they laughed far more than they'd yelled or even been frustrated.
By eight pm they'd gotten all the doors done and set up, and were just tired and hungry.

They just got pizza and went to their respective rooms while Keith slept on the couch.
They used to have a room for him when they'd been planning on them all living there, however they never mentioned anything about it. He wondered what had become of it. Maybe some kinda office or work room? Who was he kidding, it was probably just boxes upon boxes of junk they'd 'use eventually'. He let his curious thoughts drift away as he fell into a slumber.
He had no reason to suspect it being as horrific as it was.

He could see himself from the side of the room, like an open dollhouse. It was like he was the doll.
He WAS a doll.
He was in the kitchen, sitting in a chair, still as a rock.

Suddenly he realized that he could turn his head and move around.
As he turned to look at where he was, and found that he was somewhere that kind of looked like a little girl's bedroom.

Shelves with fairy lights and stuffed animals lining the left wall, a vanity with childish washable makeup, it was almost completely pink and white colored. The bed had a fancy white frame and a pink comforter with a print that looked like a starry sky.

It wasn't long before he glanced behind him. An open door. The door was simple. It was white wood. He couldn't see outside of the room through the doorframe. It was just vantablack. Suddenly, he noticed a red figure stepping into the room. It was Cherry. She entered and closed the door behind her. She bent down and grabbed the doll of Keith and sat on the bed.

She stared at it before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it, only to pick it up once again. Her shoe did enough damage to rip the doll's arm and one of it's button eyes off. She held the ragged toy gently, pulling out a needle and thread. She began sewing it back together, crudely.

The seams were too riped up to be aligned correctly so she just attached stitches wherever was possible. The eye took off some fabric with it as well, so she sewed it a little above the rip. It covered the small patch of stuffing okay enough to be functional.

The arm was now backwards and deformed while the eye was misaligned. It wasn't okay, but it continued to be used as normal. Cherry played with it, pretended to have a conversation with it, and called it nicknames.
After a while of him just staring at the girl and her stuffed toy, she sharply turned to him and stared.

"Y'know, you're nothing without me, and you're barely of use in the first place. I could throw you away any moment and you'd be completely useless and aimless. Maybe, just maybe, that means you're not real at all. And you're just something I control. Once I let go of you, you'd be gone forever. I think I might be onto something, you know. I think that you're not real." She went on and on. Keith was growing tired of her sickly sweet voice and her innocent smile and demeanor.

"And you think that too, don't you?"

He awoke with a jolt upwards looking around frantically. He heard something. And then, black. he could only see black.

He felt himself being pushed along or dragged. He couldn't tell, his senses were oddly... fuzzy. He tried to yell or shout for help but couldn't. Something was stopping him. Was he getting kidnapped? Who's doing this? Why isn't anyone helping me? Where am I?

And that's when I could see again. Everything was still fuzzy, but I recognized where I was. The home of none other than Cherry Dearest.