Rotting Core of Broken Souls

You stare worriedly down at her. Her pale skin is flushed, sweaty. Petal pink lips browning, the skin splitting and bleeding and peeling, much like old, wet paint. Her eyes were glossy and unfocused. Her chest heaving as she struggled for breath.

Something was terribly wrong with Alyce.

You tended to her diligently, often spending your time sitting next to her, and keeping her cool. You felt terrible, the Intention of the Abyss was weak, sick, yet not. Alyce did not have the ability to get sick, however human she was, she was simply an Intention. A goal, a thought , a feeling. She shouldn't be able to get sick unless...

Unless her core was rotting.

You hear one of the dolls move, and you turn your head, to see a toy bunny hopping closer. You move to swat it away, but it looks straight at you, and does something you never thought those stupid dolls could rationally do.

"I know how to help Alyce." It says.
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In which the Abyss begins to loose sight of it's goal, and Alyce begins to rot away.

In which Cheshire trusts the advice of a small stuffed animal, in hopes of saving her life.

In which a young girl gives her soul to save the Intention of the Abyss.

One tragic story, among the thousands the Abyss has to tell.
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LysRogue, Veille, and the plot of this story belongs to me!