Creepypasta Lemons

Jason × OC 3

I placed the doll back down on its stand. I looked around even more at the others, all so pretty.

"Your pay will be $10 an hour, and you'll work the counter. Most of the time I'll probably be out making new dolls, so if a customer wants me and Im not in back, tell them to leave a number and I'll call."

"Alright.." the words just floated off the edge of my lips. I seemed so calm, a lot more calm than I have been for the past few days. It's almost as if this place had a calming spirit living inside of it. But there's something weird...there are more girl dolls than there are male ones. I don't quite understand it, why one sex is preferred over the other. I don't quite understand how they are almost like a real human being, like they were once living themselves, but they're just dolls. Nothing about life anymore makes sense....
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Thanks youz for being lovely guys and reading my book, enjoy. And I am sorry for not updating. I had phone complications.