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Backstory: This story begins with the death of Amara West, who was hit by a truck trying to get her toy from out of the street. After weeks of mourning her parents decided to create a doll that would their daughter in memory, they named the doll Mallory due to their daughter's unfortunate death but they didn't expect their daughter to stay around, refusing to pass on.
Amara loved the doll so much that she would stay beside the doll for hours to play at night. This would continue until her parents decided to move on and get rid of the doll after a few months. Amara didn't like that idea and tried to put Mallory back to where her parents had her, the doll fell and broke. But did something unexpected,the cracks began to bleed which caused Amara's parents to throw out the doll entirely. This causes an feeling of hate for adults to form but...Amara couldn't bring herself to kill her own parents. She ended up leaving them along with Mallory. Using the doll as a way to get into people's homes.
Name: Mallory Aliases: Mal, Amara Age U̸̫̠̰͈̕n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ Proxy or Killer: Killer Method of Murder: Tricks kids into bringing Mallory into their homes until Amara chooses to show herself and possess Mallory and uses any nearby weapons to kill adults, though she only limits her victims to adults who abuse or harm children. Phobias: N/A Hobbies: Arts and Crafts (Any kind that involves string and beads) Friends among the Creepypasta: Sally Williams, Lazari, Deceased Darby, Oliver Henderson, Ali the Jester
