Motionless in White Imagines & One Shots (Open)

Broken Dolly

Dedicated to Tiffanijolly thevampiremeganne eternallywarped

The doll sat on the shelf of the antique store, creepy yet beautiful. You always had a fascination for the dark, twisted, and creepy. It was larger with neon green hair, porcelain skin that was crackled around the mouth, crosses under the eyes, and was wearing a black suit with green and white paint splatter on it. The eyes were honey brown with deep purple shadows around them. You had to have it, it was perfect. You pulled it off the shelf, carefully carrying it up to the counter. The elder woman at the register gasped slightly, noticing the object in your hands. "Surely a young woman such as yourself would want a different doll?" She questioned, motioning to another porcelain doll with a bright pink tutu on behind her. You shook your head and set the doll on the counter, "No, I want this one. Thank you." You smiled kindly but impatiently at her. She sighed, "Best of luck my dear.... this doll is not for the faint of heart. There is no price for it, just take it. Though, I wish you wouldn't." She said, shooing you away. You grinned and snatched it off the counter before dashing out the shop.

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On the first night, nothing appeared out of place. The second, you swore you put the doll on the shelf above your bed, not on your pillow. The third, you felt eyes, everywhere, no matter where you went. The fourth, you swore someone or something was in the corner of your eyes, constantly darting out of your vision. The fifth you heard a voice whispering your name in the dead of night. The sixth, the doll fell from the shelf, onto the pillow beside you. A small piece of paper fell out of its pocket, catching your attention. You unfolded it reading the message a few times. "Welcome Home, Justin." You read aloud, not understanding. The doll's head jerked to face you, an unnatural grin on its face as another piece of porcelain cracked. You screamed and threw the doll off your bed, trying to run out the door. But a set of long arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you flush against a tall and muscular body. "Shhhhhhhhh, you'll wake the neighbors." A deep voice purred in your ears. You tried to scream but a large hand clamped over your mouth, reducing you to whimpers of fear. The man leaned over you, nuzzling his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. "I love the smell of fear... but it tastes even better." He growled, tossing you onto your bed like a ragdoll. He grabbed your ankle and pulled you to him before you could scramble away. "P-P-Pl-lease. D-d-don't. Don't hurt m-me." You sobbed, trying to pull away. He sighed, cupping your face with one of his large hands. "I won't hurt you little one... I just want a little dolly." He said before kissing you deeply. It would have been beautiful had it not been a searing pain that spread throughout your body like wildfire. Your muscles froze in an odd position, your skin turned milky white, your eyes glazed over and you felt your body shrink. Justin was staring down at you, a menacing smile on his face. He stood you up and placed you in front of your mirror. "Look at you, a perfect. Pretty. Dolly." He said, adjusting your hair slightly out of your eyes. You tried to whimper but couldn't, his smile grew wider. "You see. I'm a incubus, of sorts. I fed on your soul, and turned you into a doll. You will follow my every command, including feeding on the next. Kinda like Melody." He said, showing you a picture of the doll in the shop. "You'll make the perfect doll." He growled before kissing your forehead and placing your frozen form on the bed, laying next to you. He shifted back to being a doll, holding your hand and grinning.

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"I found these in my daughter's apartment. She just disappeared one day, but I know that she loved all things spooky." Your father said quietly, handing you and Justin to the elderly shop keeper. "Thank you sir, I will find them perfect homes." She said sadly, staring at you. Your father walked out of the shop, completely unaware that his daughter was quite alive and stuck in doll form. She sighed before placing you on the shelf amongst the hundreds of porcelain dolls, "I tried to warn you."