Dollface

Attack

Meghan and Lawrence had gone out for more alcohol, leaving Elenore under Kylie's watch. Elenore was in one of her stupors again, dead to the world, and Kylie had decided to watch some TV. It was a quarter to midnight when Kylie heard screaming coming from Elenore's room. Thinking she was just having one of her rages, Kylie ignored it and just turned the volume up...until she stopped. It was abrupt and it was quiet, not at all like how she usually ended her rages. So Kylie paused her show and went to check on her friend. When she noticed that the door was slightly cracked open and heard the soothing voice of a man, she started to panic, thinking something terrible had happened. So she shoved the door open and charged in to find Elenore unconscious on the ground with a bloody bruise mark on her temple. Standing above her, now weilding a bloody table lamp, was Vine wearing his black suit and his hair and scarf pushed aside to reveal stitchings on his cheeks in the form of a big, cruel, painful smile. He walked over to Kylie, scowling madly at the one who'd kept him from his beloved. He stopped an inch away from her and leaned in to whisper into her ear:
"Let me make you pretty."

Elenore awoke in what looked to be a workshop for toys, that she instantly recognized as Vine's. How many hours had she spent with him, marveling over his creations and sometimes creating dolls herself? She tried to get up and look around for him, but she couldn't. After a few seconds, she realized she was strapped down to one of the tables, and that she was completely numb. She wanted to call out for help, but her mouth was meticulously sewn shut. She cried for a few minutes, then Vine entered the room, still wearing that black suit that was now covered in fresh blood. He crossed over to Elenore and smiled down at her lovingly.
"Oh, my dear Ellie..." he sighed, brushing his hand through her clotted hair. "What have they done to you? You were so beautiful, so kind...now they've turned you into one of them: a rodent. But worry not, my dear, for that's what I'm here for. It's not too late to save what's left of you, but I'll need to perfect you."
Elenore continued to cry, almost oblivious to Vine's sadistically soothing words.
"Don't cry, my dear!" he gasped fretfully. "I'm going to make you beautiful again, even more beautiful than you were before. I won't kill you like Prim, but I will make you like me: stunning, gorgeous, strong. And then, you and I will be together again, with no one tearing us apart! The Dollmaker and his beautiful Dollface...won't that be nice?"
Elenore just turned her head away from him, the horror of what he was telling her sinking in. Vine gently brushed her cheek with his hand and bent down to kiss her forehead. Then, he retrieved a vile of some sort of medicine and took a shot to suck up the medicine. He turned back to the terrified woman, still smiling.
"I'm going to put you to sleep now," he told her. "So you won't have to see. But when you wake up, you'll be absolutely beautiful...although it'll hurt for a few weeks."
Then, carefully, he injected Elenore's arm with the medicine. She began to fall asleep immediately and stopped crying and resisting as the medicine pulled her under. Before everything went black, she heard Vine's voice call to her, "Sweet dreams, my Dollface."