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Joined: 31-July 07
The slums of Amestris, where the poor dwell and criminals lurk. In these slums there exists an old toy factory and in this factory dwells a spirit of vengeance. On a first look, from a far, he would appear to look like a young man. On closer inspection however one would see his wicked features, his fake eyes that draw no light, the stitches, the wire. A doll, made with incredible skill.
This is a story about this doll. One of many.
Johan was skulking about in the old factory, he was irritated that his film projector had broke, meaning he had no way to play his favorite film, the count of monte cristo. He kicked an old rusted can across the giant space within the factory. "Oh cursed are thou cruel fate, thou would taketh away my only pleasure? The only thing that would sooth my wrath? It's at times like this when I am without happiness that I need to kill, maybe cut out someone's stuffing and feed it to their owner. HahAHahA." He finished his rant with a laugh that sounded like the musings of a broken music box.
He then heard it: footsteps. His prayers had been anwsered, there would be blood soaking his hands tonight. From the sounds of the footsteps he concluded there were four.. no five men. He cupped his hand around his ear, though this didn't really help in his case, his senses aren't linked to some sensory organ.
"The people think someone's living in here. Yesterday a child went missing in this area, so be careful," Frank, the biggest of the five men, led his small group of friends and neighbours to the factory. They were looking for the missing child, a little boy only 6 years of age. They entered through the rusted gates and approached the building. Suddenly, a loud banging was heard, was someone luring them in?
Frank raised his hand and the men behind him stopped. "Stay close together, I have a bad feeling about this." The men were armed with pipes and sticks, only Frank had a real weapon, a gun he once looted of the corpse of a dead soldier. They entered the factory. Step by step, ever so cautious. "Hey look, over there!" one of the men proclaimed as he pointed to an open space in the corner. A small child stood there. The man ran towards it, the other men smiled. "It was just lost after all," Frank said relieved.
Suddenly the man approaching the child screamed. Up close he saw that the child was nothing more then a corpse, raised with steel wires like a marionette. The man turned around to run but before he could a shadow dropped down from above and shoved its arm down his throat. He started choking and fell down on his knees, the arm inside of him grabbed hold of his innards and pulled them out, instantly killing him.
The doll looked at the lungs in his hand. "Oh sorry, are these yours? Ever so sorry," he said with an expression of guilt on his face. He then turned to the men, who were all horrified at the monster that had dropped in their midst. The doll bowed, "Bonjour mes amis, je m'apelle Johan." He then laughed again in the same broken fashion as before.
Suddenly the lights went out. The men screamed and run but they didn't get far. Stabbed, shot or strangled with black ropes that came out of Johan's body. Only Frank was left when the lights turned back on, surrounded by the corpses of his friends. The doll was standing infront of him as if he had just ran into his old friend. "Hello there! How are you today fine sir?"
Bang, bang, bang, Frank couldn't keep his hand off the trigger, he just fired and kept firing even after his bullets had long since run out. The doll just approached him, gently smiling, seemingly no evil intent in his eyes. The holes the bullets had made quickly patched up on their own, black string pulled the doll back together. The doll was infront of Frank, his face so close he would hear it breath if it did. The seams on the doll's face opened revealing a dark mass of strings, the string grabbed hold of Frank's face and then he saw, no, he was forced to see. The very essense of the being infont of him was exposed, he saw his true form and his rage. He went mad, Frank was no more, just an empty shell surrounded by corpses.
"Looks like I have a few more toys to play with now. I have grown weary of the child." he said after he "zipped" his face back together. Suddenly the doll heard a noise and a flash of light appeared near him, startled he jumped back and drew its blade. He then saw the projector was working again and playing his favorite film: "the count of monte cristo." He placed the palm of his hand against his face.
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