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Chapter two: Doll

Ricky was perfect. He perfected the tiny family. He acted just their son. Ricky smiled as they pulled up to the large house. He jumped out the car, grabbing the woman's hand in excitement.

"Mommy!" He giggled. "Home!"

The woman practically melted at the word mommy. She gently guided guided Ricky inside. The short teenager tilted his head, tightening his hold on his cars.

"Where is big... bruder?"

"Upstairs." Josh whispered. "Go run up there and get him. Okay?"

Ricky quickly nodded, doing as told. He dropped his cars in the hall, running into the first open door. He smiled at the sight of a sleeping teenager. He quickly jumped on the boy's bed, giggling as he woke up.

"What the... Who are you?!"

"I'm wicky and you're my bruder!"

"I'm..." the boy grew silent at the sight of Josh in the doorway. "I'm Chris."

"Chwis!" Ricky giggled. He clapped his hands together, tilting his head.

"Come on Ricky. You need to get ready for bed and I think Chris should help you. Would you like that?"

"Okay!" Ricky got to his feet, smiling as Chris slowly stood up. The teenager was easily six feet tall and towered over Josh, yes he still feared him.

"Chris, go give Ricky a bath. Dinner is almost ready." Chris nodded, gently grabbing Ricky's hand.

"Ricky, how old are you?"

"Fourtween."

"I'm seventeen." Chris whispered. He pulled Ricky to the bathroom, starting the bath. Chris glanced up at a camera in the corner of the bathroom. It was pointed at the tub.

"I'm sleepy." Ricky yawned. He whined as Chris slowly took his clothes off.

"It's okay. Just a quick bath and then we can eat dinner and go to sleep." Chris whispered as he helped Ricky into the warm water.

"I not hungry." Ricky yawned. He smiled as Chris gently washed him.

"Okay. Let's get out now." Chris quickly wrapped a towel around Ricky, shielding the boy from the camera. "You can use some of my clothes."

"He has his own." The woman stated.

"Ryan-Ashley? What are... Oh he's done." Josh smiled at the sight of Ricky. "Dinner is done too. Chris come set the table like a good boy." Chris nodded, hesitantly leaving Ricky in the care of Ryan-Ashley.

"Faiwy hair." Ricky murmured as he gently played with her hair.

"Mhm." She nodded. She had enough Ricky to another room. It was set up like a kids room the only difference was the size of the bed. "You're my little doll aren't you?"

"Okay mommy." Ricky yawned. He smiled as he was dressed in stitch pajamas. "I wike stitch!"

"That's because you're perfect." She whispered, tapping Ricky's nose. "Perfect perfect perfect."

"What does perfwect mean?"

"Means you have all the things you're supposed to have."

"Like what?"

"Blue eyes, kinda short, handsome." He chuckled kissing Ricky's cheek. "And you call me mommy."

"Why wouldn't I? That's what you are." Ricky smiled.

"Let's go eat."

**because apparently people want more**

Chris gripped the fork as he watched Ricky eat. The smaller boy obviously had some sort of mental problem. He found it disgusting that the couple would take him. He obviously can't fend for himself. Chris jumped at the sound of his name.

"Can I bubby?"

"Hm? I was uh thinking I'm sorry."

"Can I sweep wich you?!"

"Mhm." Chris slowly nodded. "Okay."

Ricky smiled, clapping his hands. He was excited to spend time with his new brother. He was a mess by the time he was done eating. Ryan-Ashley gently cleaned his face.

"Chris, we need to talk." Josh muttered as he stood up. "Ricky, help your mom with the dishes." Ricky nodded, following Ryan-Ashley to the kitchen.

Chris whimpered as he was dragged to the hallway. "Please. I didn't do anything."

"You're upsetting Ryan!" Josh hissed. "Don't make me hurt you Chris."

"I'm sorry. I-I'll do better." Chris whispered. "I promise." Chris let out a small sigh as the man walked away. He heard them talking and Ricky came running up to him.

"Daddy said bedtime." Ricky yawned. "I get to sleep with you!"

"Yeah." Chris nodded. He grabbed Ricky's hand, bring him to his room. "Um, you can lay on the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."

"With you!" Ricky demanded, stomping his foot. Chris sighed, looking at the camera. There was one in almost every room.

"Okay." Chris nodded. He laid on the bed, his back against the wall. Ricky laid next to him, smiling. "You don't see anything wrong with this?" Chris frowned.

"Brubers can sweep togever." Ricky murmured, his eyes slipping shut.

Chris gently held Ricky to his chest. He knew he was just fueling the people's fantasy but he needed to protect Ricky. He had to protect him.

I'm a sick freak tbh.