Secrets of Forlorn

Why Forlorn never fights Passive in the Ring

Forlorn still fights Perky- although not as much as Passive - she just however never fights Passive. She did, but only once, and she never did so again. Here's why:

It was just a normal day, and Forlorn was about to continue her normal routine when it changed. Forlorn had just finished telling Perky off for shooting the dog they had got her to play with so soon and was on her way to her bedroom to lie down and read for an hour before Passive would come in and interrupt her, saying the same thing she as everyday at 12:27 exactly: 'Forlorn, hurry up and get lunch ready, Perky's eating herself.' And Passive wasn't lying either. Perky started eating herself when she was hungry, and that just meant more things for Forlorn to do in the Nursery.
Forlorn wouldn't go as far to call herself Perky and Passive's nanny, but she would say that she was like the responsible one out of all of them. She was the one who cooked, who cleaned their clothes and washed the dishes, fixed them up in the Nursery when they injured themselves or each other, and even cleaned the dollhouse once a month. It didn't get very messy besides the bloodstains in the Ring, so other than that it wasn't all that much to complain about. Others would perhaps call her their nanny, but Forlorn didn't give a damn what outsiders thought.
She wasn't their nanny.
And that was final.
But as Forlorn opened the door to her room, instead of the sweet silence that it should have brought, Passive was there, and she was going through Forlorn's chest.
"What. Are. You. Doing." Forlorn snapped each word with utter silent rage.
Passive stood straight up, as if surprised by Forlorn's entrance. "I was just looking for.." Passive began, rolling her eyes as if it were no big deal. Was it? Yes, Forlorn told her stupid conscious, yes it was.
"For what? Things to use against me when the time arises? Trying to find out what secrets I hide from you? As if you don't hide things from me and Perky." Forlorn growled, glaring at the taller doll standing across the room from her who was trying to look defensive. "Well, instead of waiting for me to snap, why don't you get rid of me right now, right here."
Passive said nothing and just stared back at her. Then, after a moment, she said, "What are you saying Forlorn?" Her voice sounded aggressive.
"I'm saying meet me in the Ring, and kill me there if you want to get rid of me so badly."

* * *

Forlorn was standing on the left side of the ring, her preferred side, glaring right into the eyes of Passive, who still looked as though there was something wrong with Forlorn. This just pissed Forlorn off more. But honestly, she didn't care all too much right now, not when Passive, the one person in this house that she thought had common sense besides her, had invaded her privacy and acted like it was no big deal.
Perky was grinning from ear to ear, absolutely loving that Forlorn and Passive were about to rip each other apart. And they would rip each other apart.
Then when Perky dropped her hand down, all hell broke loose.
Forlorn lunged for Passive, who tried to shove her away with her stronger arms. Passive was stronger, but Forlorn was quicker. Passive was bigger, but Forlorn had better endurance. They were evenly matched here, and neither of them it seemed really knew who would win.
Forlorn managed to dig her sharpened nails into Passive's arm, and knowing it would hurt like hell, she tugged downwards, creating jagged lines down Passive's forearm. She backed up, licking her nails. Passive's blood was bitter, and Forlorn wanted to spit it out, but she didn't knowing how much Passive hated it. She wanted Passive's best. She wanted Passive's pure rage unleash itself on her.
Passive lunged this time, and managed to wrap her hands around Forlorn's waist. Seeing the opportunity, Forlorn kneed Passive in the stomach before she could lift her and and throw her like Forlorn had seen her do to Perky before. Passive staggered back, more in shock than in pain.
"Bitch." Passive spat, maddened at Forlorn's strike.
"Same to you." Forlorn said, then moved forward, her hands poised like claws for Passive's chest. Passive blocked her though, pushing Forlorn to the floor. Forlorn hissed like a maddened cat, even posing like one, her back slightly arched. She leaped up then, back flipping right onto Passive, knocking her down to the floor. Forlorn quickly wrapped her legs around Passive's neck, strangling her. But then there was a sharp pain in her legs, and she swore as she looked to see that Passive had her teeth sunk in deep.
Somehow then, Passive managed to wind herself out of Forlorn's lock and got up as fast as a cobra preparing for it's next strike. Forlorn was slightly slower to get up, and as soon as she did, Passive kicked her back down, then straight afterwards let a punch fly. Forlorn dodged it, narrowly, then swept her foot around in a full circle, causing Passive to loose her footing as she made her way towards Forlorn.
Passive regained her balance, but by the time she had, Forlorn let loose a punch, which sent Passive stumbling backwards. Passive recovered quickly, but before she could move, Forlorn punched out again, and Passive staggered. This time Forlorn didn't let Passive recover form the blow and she kicked out into Passive's stomach. This time, Forlorn managed to knock her over.
But there was something wrong about the way Passive was fighting. It was almost like she was letting Forlorn go on the offence. As if this were nothing but a training routine to her.
Passive got back up, and this time Forlorn waited for Passive to come to her.
And she did.
Very quickly.
Forlorn saw the first punch coming, and she blocked it easily. She also saw the kick that came after that, and blocked that too, although not as easily. But as soon as she had finished blocking the kick, a punch came out of nowhere, hitting her right in the eye. Forlorn stumbled back, placing one hand over her eye, as it blurred and filled with red. Great, she had a bloodshot eye now. Blinking away as much pain as possible, she took her hand away from her eye just as Passive picked her up and threw her back down on the other side of the ring.
Forlorn groaned as she slowly dragged herself up. She closed her injured eye, knowing it would only be a distraction. Then she dodged Passive's next blow as she made one of her own. Passive groaned, and lunged again, but Forlorn dodged this one too, making another blow. But when she hit air, she knew that she was unsuccessful this time. She became even more unfortunate when she felt Passive's hand around her ankle, the one that she had sent flying, and used it to flip Forlorn over her shoulder.
Forlorn landed on the unforgiving floor with a short cry, and groaned in pain when she heard something snap in her leg. Almost screaming in pain, Forlorn forced herself to stand, the burning pain searing through her leg screaming at her to stop and rest. But she wouldn't give up. She limped forward towards Passive, who watched her as she raised her fists in battle stance.
Passive continued to watch as Forlorn stood as straight as she could in front of the taller doll. And then, as fast as she could, and as hard as she could, she brought her fist up under Passive's chin, and watched as Passive went flying back a few steps. When Passive had recovered, Forlorn watched as Passive moved her jaw and almost winced at the sound it made when it snapped back into place.
Passive came forward and Forlorn did too, and as soon as she was close enough, Forlorn let out punch after punch into Passive's stomach. It didn't do all that much as Passive let out a blow of her own, knocking Forlorn backwards onto the floor. Forlorn's head hit the ground first, and cracked a tiny bit, she could tell, as her hair slowly started to feel warm and soggy. She let out a long groan in pain, but would not say the word 'mercy', giving Passive no choice but to leap down on top of her and grab her by the shirt, throwing punch after punch across Forlorn's face.
"Say it, Forlorn." She said angrily, and if Forlorn didn't know any better, the was a hint of begging in her tone. But that could just have been Forlorn's imagination.
Still, Forlorn refused to speak. Passive punched her again.
"Say it." Passive snapped. Forlorn said nothing. Passive punched her again. And again.
"Say it, Forlorn! Just say it!" Perky yelled out from the outside of the Ring.
Forlorn said nothing. Passive punched again. Again. Again.
Still nothing. Again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Again.
Forlorn felt like she was about to pass out, but she held on still. Passive punched her again.
"Say it Forlorn!" She screamed, angrily, and a slight desperately. "Just say bloody mercy!'"
Forlorn let out a laugh. Passive stopped. Perky stopped.
"You said it. You said mercy."
Passive said nothing but gaped at her. Forlorn let out another laugh.
"I win."
And then she blacked out.

* * *

Whoever wrapped her wounds didn't do all that good of a job. Forlorn stared out at herself in the mirror, at the poorly done bandage around her face. Yes, all of her face except for her eyes had been wrapped up. Apparently some of her stitching had snapped, and Passive had had to redo it. Her eye was still pink, and her leg was broken, but that was easy to fix. Her head had cracked like she thought too, but that would be more painful as it fixed. Still, no serious damage had occurred. Passive had only ended up with a fractured rib and a dislocated jaw Forlorn had found out, much to her disappointment. She would have to be stronger next time.
She hated to admit it, but she needed to train.
Secretly would be best.
Next time she would be prepared, and she would give Passive one hell of a shock. But she had to be careful not to fight Passive until she was sure she was ready.
A knock on the door tore her from her thoughts. Passive entered. Forlorn frowned, although Passive couldn't see it through the bandages.
"I believe the point of one knocking on the door is to ask for entry, not to proclaim that you're entering." Forlorn said, her voice slightly muffled from the bandages.
"Why, did you not want to see me?" Passive said, utterly fake hurt in her expression.
"Precisely." Forlorn said bluntly. Passive just shrugged and continued to walk in anyway.
"How do you like your bandages? I did them myself."
"Sloppy. Needs practice." Forlorn was just the barer of harsh truths.
"Great, tell that to Perky. I couldn't be stuffed to bandage you after all the stitching you made me do." Passive plonked herself down on the Nursery bed beside Forlorn.
"I am truly sorry." Forlorn said sarcastically.
"I'm sure you are." Passive smirked. "Was that your plan the whole time?"
Forlorn knew what she meant. "No."
"Oh?"
"My original plan was to beat you. But when I realised I wouldn't, I came up with that plan."
Passive laughed. "How did you know Perky would let it slide?"
"Because it does not take an Einstein to know how Perky thinks." Forlorn paused. "After all, for three years she thought the clouds were made of cotton candy just because I sarcastically told her that."
"That's true." It was Passive's turn to pause now. "You're much more fun to fight with than Perky, y'know. I fight with her so often I think I know all of her tricks by heart."
If Forlorn could smile, she would have then, but only a small one. "Next time will be more exciting."
Passive gave Forlorn her strange looking smile and then stood and exited the room. When Forlorn was sure Passive was gone, she said;
"I can promise you that."

And so that's why Forlorn had never fought Passive once since then. She's been preparing herself in secret for the day that she will fight Passive again.

And trust me when I say this;

She will fight her again.