'The doll, she's like the strange man described. Could it be her I'm supposed to protect? But..why? Its been a few hours since we've been left here, she doesn't seem alive though..' Teddy thinks to himself solemly while admiring the doll. 'Henrietta will be back soon. Whether its her or not, if lucky Henrietta will be in a good mood, and we'll only be shoved into the closest...I'd hate seeing that monster destroy another toy. ' Teddy sighs.
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"Ugh! Why does daddy get me these stewpid toys! Why not pretty things like I deserve!" Henrietta growls throwing Teddy into the closest before shoving Dolly in after him. Slamming the closet shut Henrietta stomps away. Teddy breathes a sigh of relief turning to the still doll. "Looks like we're safe for a few hours dear." He mutters shaking his head. Why was he talking to the doll? Leaning against the wall his eyes dim. A few hours later Teddy groans sitting up, having fallen asleep against the doll. A soft glow surrounds Dolly as he stares in confusion. Her blue eyes shine with life, as the light dims she starts to flutter her eyes. Sitting up she turns to look down at teddy, innocent blue staring into curious black ones. "Hello, I'm Dolly, would you like to play?" She asks softly. Feeling butterflies in his stomach Teddy answers. "Hello my dear, my name is Teddy. I have been awaiting you, I am your friend and protector, I will always be here for you." She smiles at him giggling. "Will you play with me Teddy?" She asked innocently, eyes gleaming. "Well..what would you want to play?" He questions a bit cautiously. Thinking she responds. "Stories and a tea party?" Letting go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding, he smiles to his companion. "One day we will, I promise." She smiles filled with joy pulling him to her lap for a hug. Shocked, Teddy freezes but hugs back, enjoying the gentle embrace. "Now..I must tell you a few things before morning.." Over the next few days the pair learn about each other, growing a friendship. Henrietta has been too busy to torment them, of which he's grateful. The small bear has grown very found of his fragile friend.
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A Doll Lament
القصة القصيرةIn 1706 England an Earl has a beautiful custom doll made for his daughter. But what happens after she wakes up? will she make friends, find love, or tragity? Hello, you can call me chica. Thank you for checking out my story, hope you like it. Ther...
