Page 55 of Dollface

I stare at the dead rodent in my hands, his body almost fully intact, with a fresh set of button eyes, one black and one blue. “There’s no other way, Charisma.”

Stay strong, Blue. I’m going to fix everything, baby, I promise.

Charisma nods, leaving me alone in the basement of her home, just me and Mr. Whiskers.

“Firefly,” I hear her whisper in the quiet air as a dragonfly lands on the rat, changing from green to blue. A smirk forms on my face as I continue to stare at its wings.

Don’t worry, dollface, I’m coming for you.

POEM 2

My existence had returned to my name,

My stitches stolen and my heart a flame.

The light of his life had left this world,

Leaving me in the remnants of chaos.

Here I am once again, alone and blue,

The game only just beginning and new.

POEM 3

In the dark of Nightmare, they will rise,

But Bug lost his dolly with the pretty eyes.

So many twists but the dice are thrown,

Havoc’s game begins, and fear is sown.

Don’t worry little reader, Havoc likes her dollies alive when we play games.

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