Warning: May contain a tad of gore/blood. You have been warned.
One day, in a small town, there was a little girl named Dasie who found a doll in a park that her mother took her every weekend. The doll had black buttons for eyes, a white dress, white socks with black shoes, and black yarn for hair. But there were two thing peculiar about it: the mouth was big and poorly stiched at the sides, making a twisted smile; then the arms were normal, but the hands had been replaced with triangular, black, flat disks with three claws each at the ends. Upon seeing the doll's form, the mohter refused to let her daughter bring it home. But after much begging and crying, she agreed to let Dasie keep it. The mother then suggested that they fix up the doll, but Dasie protested against it, saying that "she" was beautiful just how she was and that they'll be best friends and play together forever.
Since then, the girl played with the doll every day and would bring her everywhere she went. But as the years passed, Dasie would slowly stop playing with her as she got older, until eventually leaving the doll underneath her bed. One day, as Dasie was packing for college, she found the dusty thing underneath her bed. As she picked it up, she looked at it in disgust due to the hands and mouth. She immmediately threw it in the trash, muttering "Ugly doll."
That night, before she had to leave, Dasie woke up in the middle of the night after a weird dream and saw a shadowed figure at her doorway. "Who are you?" she asked. The figure chuckled and said in a soft but eerie voice," Don't you remember me? I used to be your best friend." The figure then continued talking and slowly started to walk foreward. "I went everywhere wiht you and you promised that we would be together forever." It moved up towards the moon light from the window. Squinting, Dasie could see shiny obcets that the figure was holding with its strange looking hands. The figure continued talking. "But then you ignored me and pushed me aside. Called me 'ugly'. Threw me in the trash. You promised we'd be together forever. You promised."
Once the figure said the last word, it could be seen clearly now. Dasie could recognize who the person was now. The doll that she had thrown away was now a human being with a carved smile on her face and buttons on her eyelids like they were sewn on. The "shiny" objects that it was holding were her claws covered in blood attached to her flat disks for hands. The yarn had turned into human hair, but was sprawled out as if it touched electricity.
Dasie began to scream for her mother, but the now human doll covered her mouth. "I don't think calling her is a good idea right now," the doll said as sh raised her available claw for the girl to see. The tips were dripping blood. Fresh blood, dripping onto Dasie's PJ's. "But now it's your turn to have fun." Dasie screamed even though her mouth was covered. With the raised claw, the doll curved a smile onto her face. Then it grabbed a needle and black thread and started to stich the girl's mouth together while saying,"Smiling always did make things better." Whe it was finished, the doll looked at Dasie how an artist would look at an empty canvas before doing anything. "But you'll never be happy with those things that you use to see! Let me help you." The girl violently shook her head but with great force, the doll held Dasie's head and jabbed its claw into one eye that was open. It then pulled it straight out as the girl screamed harder, but soon weakened due to the blood loss.
The doll got the other eye out and looked at the girl who was scarcely breathing now. "You don't look so well. Don't worry old friend. I know what to do." The doll then grabbed the remaining thread and held out her own eye, cutting it out before cutting the other one out. It then placed the button and started sewing it onto Dasie's eyelid. "Oh Dear. This will never do. Now I can't see. But I have an idea," the doll said as she jammed the eyeballs into her own sockets. Once done, the doll looked even more human with the eyes but also looked like she was crying blood. "Now where were we?" the doll asked before returning to Dasie, who had stopped breathing a second ago. "There we go," the doll said as she stood back to "admire" her work. "It seems as if you've fallen asleep. good bye, old friend." The doll then laughed as she escaped out the window. But before she left, in blood, she wrote "You promised".
Now she roams the streets, keeping an eye on children and their toys. She disguises herself as a young girl of fourteen and she hides her hands well enough to keep them from being noticed. If one child discards a toy that used to be their favorite, the fate of Dasie will bring itself upon to them. Her current wearabouts are unknown.
