Flour Dolls

How I Came To Be

Once upon a time, in a village called sloghurt valley, there lived a toymaker. And everyone called him 'Toymaker'.

Known for his kindness and generosity, the people would bow in respect to him.

In his workplace, every once of the room was filled with different sorts of toys: wooded puppets, dolls, and metal robots.

However, locked up in a gigantic steel cabinet, were two flour dolls. Those were an accident, dangerous and wildly rabid.

Knowing he had made a terrible mistake, the toymaker tried killing the flour dolls.

He tried everything, from knives to grinding them in a mill. But his efforts were futile.

The flour builds themselves up, each time stronger and greater than before.

In the end, the flour dolls, using the minds of their own, had manipulated the toymaker's mind. Every second of the day he struggled against the control.

And who else was there to be blamed, when one afternoon, lying lifeless on the pristine marble floor, was the toymaker. A huge knife stuck out from his chest,copper-red blood staining the ground.

And along with the soul of the toymaker, the souls of the dolls vanished.

Now, the two flour dolls are waiting in the steel cabinet.

Waiting for a curious soul to pass by them.

Touch them.

Then, they would suck out his soul,

leaving him lying helplessly on the floor.

Wrinkled.

And beyond repair...