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Chapter 11

"I was a human before I turned into a doll," Michael confessed. "Huh?" Shelby and I asked in confusion. "Ok, if I told you two how I first turned into a doll, would that help you understand?" Michael asked. "Maybe," Shelby and I said.
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~Michael's Flashback: 1991~
I just got back from the first day of shooting the Black or White short film, and I'm very tired! I went in my bathroom to take a shower and then rest. A while later, after I came out the bathroom, I saw a strange man by my bed. "Um, how did you get in here without the security knowing?" I asked. "It's a long story," the guy answered.

"Who are you, and how did you know where I live?" I asked. "I have been stalking you for two years now," he answered with a creepy smile. "Um.... Ok....? But who are you?" I asked.

"I am Vandal Ramson," the man replied. "Ok, Vandal, why are you here?" I asked. "I am here to take your life," Vandal said. "My life? Why?" I asked, bewildered. "Well, I have been watching you for two years, and I saw that you are the most talented person on Earth, and I'm jealous," he explained.

"Why are you jealous?" I asked. "Because I am very different from you. No one likes me," Vandal replied. "That doesn't mean you have to kill me!" I said in defense. "Oh, I'm not going to actually kill you," Vandal said, "I'm simply going to make myself look and talk just like you."

"And how are you going to do that? You're not a....wizard or anything," I said. "On contrare, my friend-" He pulls out his wand. "I am a wizard." I rolled my eyes and said, "I'm not scared of you." I turned around and started walking to my bed.

Almost instantly, I felt a deep, stinging pain down my back and collapsed on the ground. I touched my back, and I felt blood. I turned around, wincing, and I saw Vandal with a knife in his hand. "What the hell?!?" I screamed. I already had my shirt off, so you would imagine how much pain I'm in.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming to my bedroom, and two of my bodyguards ran in. "Please help me..." I said, starting to feel weak. The two bodyguards started to attack Vandal, but Vandal suddenly said some type of spell, putting the two bodyguards into unconsciousness. Then he pointed his wand at me. "Wait, what are you-?" He interrupted me by turning me into a doll!

I don't know why, but I had on my outfit for Black or White. I can still see and hear what Vandal is doing, though I'm now a doll. I saw him do a spell, and he turned into me! Then, he picked me up, got out a random doll box, and put me in it. In my voice, he said, "Now people will think I'm you, and they'll love me, while you're stuck in a box!"

Vandal laughs maniacally and took me to a toy store to be sold. I honestly don't even know how no one questioned it, though, that's the weird thing. Of course, there are dolls of me, so that's the aisle I'm being in.
~End of Flashback~
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"I was eventually bought by a little girl who never really took me out of the box. She wanted me as a collectible," Michael explained, "24 years later, which was really just the other day, there was a yard sale at the girl's house, and this man bought me." "Oh yeah, and then he gave me you, right?" I asked. "Yes, and then.... Well, you know the rest," he said.

"Wait, if Carly was trying to turn her brother to life....then how did you turn to life instead?" Shelby asked. "When Carly had that book, her uncle came in, and when she was using the bathroom, he picked me up and brushed my hair with that brush on the floor and then put me back down," he said. "Oh, so that's how you came to life!" I exclaimed. "When you told me I was going to turn back into a doll, I started feeling bad because I don't want to be all plastic again," Michael said and looked down. I thought for a minute.

"Tell you what, Michael," I said, "What about I do turn you back, but I'll wait maybe six years or so to turn you back into a human?" "Ok, but why for so long?" Michael asked. "Oh, I don't know...." I said, blushing. Michael smiles and says, "Ok."

"I'm confused, though," Shelby said, "If Carly turned you back into a human in her 20s, wouldn't you be in your 50s?" "Well, first of all, dolls don't age," Michael answered, "Second, not only did Vandal turn me into a doll, but he also took away my aging abilities, so I'll still be 33 years old, unless Vandal somehow dies, and some spell gave them back to me. Even if that happens, I'd still be 33, I would just age each year like everyone else."

"Did Vandal really scratch your back with a knife?" I asked. "Yes, and I have proof of it, too," Michael said and took his shirt off. He turned around and asked, "You see this long line on the upper left side of my back all the way down?" "Yeah," Shelby and I said. "It's a scar," Michael explained, "It was from the scratch he made with his knife."

"Oh wow," I said. He put his shirt back on. "I'm bored," said Shelby, "You guys wanna watch TV?" "Sure," Michael and I said in unison. We all left the room.