The ToyMakers Volume 1

Chapter 2: The Hospital Dolly

Welcome back to The ToyMakers every one I hope you are enjoying it make sure to click the video. Anyway please remember to VOTE and COMMENT it really means a lot to me and I like chatting with you guys in the comments by the way this story is set in the 1950s so I hope that explains the things that are about to come. XOXO BUTTERBALL. (Dedicated to ForeverMiniguin )

"My friends don't walk, they run
Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun
Popping, popping balloons with guns, getting high off helium We paint white roses red, Each shade from a different person's head This dream, dream is a killer Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar.
Where is my prescription? Doctor, doctor please listen. My brain is scattered. You can be Alice, I'll be the mad hatter."

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-Corina-

"Do I have to be tied down again?" I asked the nurse slowly.

She chuckled as she locked my wrist and ankle restraints, the cold chains jingling softly at the movement. "Yes Corina, you do. When your hands are free they do bad things, so this prevents that," she told me.

I frowned at her from my tied-down position on the bed as I struggled to contain my glare. I could hear screaming coming from across the hall as another patient started acting up.

"But it wasn't me! I told you and Doctor Oswald that it was the dolls. If you take them away from me this stuff won't happen! All I need is my stuffed kitten," I protested.

"Corina, we tried listening to you and removing the dolls from your room, but you stole them back and hurt one of the nurses."

I shook my head, "It wasn't me, it was the dolls. No matter how much I throw them away, they come back! That's why I have my stuffed kitten; he protects me from them! ¨

The nurse sighed and rolled her eyes before removing a syringe from her pocket.

"Take your medicine and go to sleep, Corina," she grumbled.

The injection was brief and the medicine fast-acting. All I felt was a small prick and soon my thoughts began to turn fuzzy along with my vision. My body grew warm and I passed out.

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When I woke up, it was cold and dark in my room. I glanced over at the window seeing the full moon in the night sky. As a slight chill blew in through the barred window it filled my nose with the smell of bleach that always circulated through the asylum.

I wonder what time it is.

I suddenly heard a giggle and soft shuffling around the room.

I looked around the best I could but my vision was limited since I was tied down to the bed and still wearing my eye patch.

No, why now of all times!

"Go away, please go away," I pleaded.

For a moment there was silence. Then the giggling came again, this time closer, for a moment I caught sight of a pair of two red eyes staring at me before they disappeared. I heard a small thump as one of the doll houses was pushed over.

I struggled against my restraints but my struggles were met with frantic jingles from the chains.

"Opal? Opal, where are you?" I asked as I called my stuffed cat's name. I looked up at the ceiling fan and noticed two glowing, orange eyes staring down at me as the fan lazily rotated.

"There you are, Opal. Please help me. They're coming and the nurse chained me down again," I begged.

Opal watched me for another minute and then he leaped down off the ceiling fan, landing softly on my chest.

He walked over to my restraints and began coughing like he had a hairball. A moment later he coughed up a pair of keys, along with his stuffing before he returned to licking his black and white paw.

I frantically began fumbling with them as I tried to use one hand to unlock my restraints.

Once I got them unlocked, I had to stumble my way out of bed because the medicine hadn't worn off yet.

My body tingled with each step I took, as I trudged toward the door.

Fucking drugs!

I grabbed the door handle just as something latched onto my back and began biting me. I let out a loud yelp and flung myself against the wall trying to get it off. I tripped over one of my nearby dollhouses and stumbled face first into the cold padded wall.

"Get off of me you stupid doll!" I snarled.

I tried to reach for it but of course, it moved, giggling at my feeble attempts as I swiped at it. I stumbled and tripped over my own feet falling to the floor, the skimpy carpet doing nothing to cushion my fall.

I heard Opal hiss then the doll was gone off of my back. I slowly got to my feet still unsteady the room slightly spinning. I saw the doll rise up off the floor next to Opal and it's bright red eyes settled on me then, it sneered revealing rows of sharp teeth.
It pointed at me with one hand then scuttled away into the shadows still grinning.

I can't stay in here! I have to get out!

I picked up the keys that Opal had given me and went over to my door. After a few unsuccessful attempts all due to my sluggishness, I was finally able to escape my room.

As I ran I could hear high pitched giggling behind me and the scratching of the walls as the dolls scrambled around, my bare feet padding frantically across the cold tile floor. I was suddenly tackled and I went tumbling down a flight of stairs.

For a few moments, my vision went black. I let out a loud groan and my head throbbed. I twitched weakly and then placed a hand on the side of my head.

"Corina!"

Of course, of course.

I winced slightly as my name was called very loudly.

"What are you doing out of your room? How did you get out of your room?!" the nurse asked me.

"The dolls," I groaned. My head was throbbing and I felt sick, in fact, it felt like the whole world was tilting.

"There are no dolls!" she snapped.

I heard a meow nearby.

Opal must be worried about me.

"Little kitty, how did you get here?" I heard the nurse say.

"Opal, it hurts, the dolls did it," I mumbled slowly.

I felt the nurse slowly pick me up and a moment later, she sat me down in a nearby wheelchair.

Opal looked at me and let out another meow. I noticed extra soggy, red stuffing stuck in his orange and white fur.

"Did you kill one of them, Opal?" I asked him slowly.

He let out another meow before jumping up into my lap. I smiled and slowly petted his fur.

"Good boy, Opal."