All right, all right. The Doll flexed their drums in front of the mirror. A couple of minutes more before The Big Event. The Doll made their biceps move. Should be ready.
Ah, The Big Event. The Doll stared at themselves in the mirror. Many of them would be watching. Oh, it would be perfect. The Doll curled their hands into fists. They would make sure of it.
Oh! There it is! Footsteps! Kinda hurried, kinda not. The Doll gave their reflection one final look, their biceps one final flex, and stepped inside the mirror.
The Doll’s feet crunched on gravel. Wind aroused the hair on their flesh, giving way to goosebumps. The Doll shivered, more alive than ever. And hey, there it is! The Doll hurried over.
It, was in front of an open building, with other Its flanking it. This really is The Big Event! The Doll is so happy!
The Doll opened their arms so wide they looked like they were about to fly. They pulled it in an embrace and patted its back. There. That was perfect. The Doll closed their eyes for added effect.
After a few seconds, the Doll pulled back. Or at least, tried to. Ohkaaay… Take two. The Doll decided the embrace was over and let go of it.
The Doll looked at it. And frowned. Weird. What’s that on their…?
OH GOD.
The Doll stumbled back from it, stood up again, and ran. The Doll conjured up the mirror and somersaulted into it.
Once more, the Doll took the nearest object next to them and smashed the mirror with it. They didn’t even know what they were holding. The Doll collapsed to the floor, all the while staring at the mirror.
Wrong Big Event.
|Originally written: April 09, 2020
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Short StorySweetest Decay, Series 1 A collection of my short stories I first published in my writing blog, Sweet Decay.
