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[x] Connect the thread to the doll and your hand and see what happens. If all else fails, let it ride your hat like a mechanical bull.
-[x] Stop calling me Mister, call me Joe.
-[x]Her name shall be Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobella Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andrt Charton-Haymoss Ivanovicci Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser the third!! Or Val for short.
(Fun fact, all but about 4 names were considered “incorrect” by the auto spellchecker. Try to guess those 4.)
Hmm, well its worth a shot. what’s the worst that could happen?
You take the magic thread out of your bag and after unraveling a decent length of thread, you tug on it sharply and the thread separates from the spool. Hmm, not so strong without magic running through it, is it? You take one end of the thread and hold the doll on the other end…Uh, you guess you should insert it into her back, but the thread doesn’t look like it’ll go throu…oh wait, never mind.
You press the end of the thread onto the doll’s back, right between its shoulder blades and it goes in easily.
“Teehee, that tickles!”
Well that was easy enough. You take the other end of the thread and press it into the tip of your index finger, just in case something goes horribly wrong and you have to pull it out quickly. As soon as you press it ever so slightly into your finger, the string begins to illuminate and light travels down the string towards the doll. The sensation can only be described like having blood drawn from your body, but instead of blood it feels like its your energy being drained away instead.
“Yay! I can move again!” The doll suddenly leaps out of your hand and drifts slowly into the air. It keeps going until the string connecting it to you is completely taut and she just hovers there a few feet in the air. Then she starts to fly in circles over your head, giggling the entire time. The sight is, honestly, a little ridiculous, but who are you to ruin its fun? After about a minute of her flying around (well, she’s not exactly going very fast, so maybe its floating around?) your head in circles, she gently lands on your hat and sits there.
“Thanks you mister! I wasn’t able to move like that for a long time! Not since Alice abandoned me.” Oh yeah, it mentioned something about being abandoned by Alice didn’t it?
“Mister, I’m a girl doll! I’m not an ‘it’!”
Well, you’re not ‘Mister’ either. You tell ‘her’ to call you Joe and you’ll reference ‘her’ in the feminine gender.
“Well, I have a name, Joe, its…”
Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobella Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andrt Charton-Haymoss Ivanovicci Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser the third.
“What? N-no, my name is…”
Or Val for short.
What? It’s a pretty name.
“Okay, my name is Val. Nice to meet you Joe!”
Its nice to meet her too, but its kind of awkward talking to someone sitting on your head.
“Oh! I’m sorry Joe!” She floats off of your hat and hovers in front of your face.
“There, is that better?” Yes it is, now you ask her about her ties with Alice and how exactly she got into your bag. She looks kind of sad when you mention Alice, but she tells you her story anyways.
“A long time ago, Alice made me in hopes of creating a sentient doll to have as a companion. That is to say, she didn’t stop trying to make a sentient doll, but she does it differently now.”
Why? What went wrong?
“Well, at first she was so happy when she heard me say my first words, ‘I wuv you mashtur!’ But her joy quickly faded when she saw how defective I was…Or I should say am…”
She looks down again and you wait for her to continue.
“I couldn’t move on my own like my master Alice wanted me to. Yes, I could very slowly walk on my own, but she had to connect me to a thread so I could get around more properly. Even with the magic flowing in me I still couldn’t move as well as her other dolls. My sentience got in the way of Alice controlling me, so I was a constant burden on her. I couldn’t do anything right, I broke the dishes I was supposed to help her clean, I couldn’t organize her books properly, I even accidentally set her house on fire and burned most of her books and my sisters away. Her patience continued to wear thin as all I could do was apologize and answer her questions. At first this seemed to be the only thing I could do right, but I didn’t know a lot of words and I could only respond to Alice’s questions with ‘I don’t know, master’. I knew she was going to throw me out if I couldn’t prove my worth to her, so I tried to initiate conversations myself. This consisted of me saying, ‘Hey, listen!’ trying to get her attention and her ignoring me for the most part, but if she did listen to me I couldn’t say anything other than ‘I love you!’. At first she thought this was cute, but I didn’t know anything else to say and it got old quickly.”
Ah, you can kind of understand the ‘Hey, listen!’ thing. That would get extremely annoying if you had a companion that would constantly say that over and over again. But how come Val seems to have a greater vocabulary now?
“Well, she tried to teach me, but I’m so much of a failure that after hours of Alice tutoring, I barely learned anything. She gave up after a while and so did I. She disconnected my thread from her and placed me on one of her shelves. I didn’t resist at all and just accepted my fate to collect dust, but she asked me, possibly out of pity, possibly out of sympathy, if I wanted anything before she left me to continue on with her life. I could have asked her for anything like a second chance or just to carry me around in her pocket, but I asked her for a book, a dictionary to be precise. I just couldn’t just give up hoping, it’s a trait I was born with. She warned me that if I moved from that spot on the shelf, that she would throw me away and I knew she meant it because I was prone to accidental destruction, so I promised her that I would be good. So, every day, I would try to read that dictionary and teach myself something new, just one word a day. Every night while Alice was sleeping, I would stand up and try to walk back and forth on that shelf and better my movement. One day, I hoped, I would impress Alice. One day I would show her that I wasn’t a failure.”
And she somehow screwed it up, right? Val nods at you sadly and continues her tale.
“Years passed by and I continued my diligent studies and exercises. I improved greatly from when I was first placed on that shelf, but Alice continued her project on dolls and, instead of making dolls that had its own sentience, she instead gave it an understanding of commands. I watched her make these new dolls that could walk, dance, fly, interact with each other, all with very little effort on her part. They did everything I couldn’t, but the only thing I had that they didn’t was a consciousness. They followed her orders, sometimes to the death as she placed gunpowder inside them and, I assume, blew them up outside (I couldn’t see what happened, but I definitely heard it), but they didn’t feel like I did. They didn’t have dreams, thoughts, or ambitions, but they were exactly what she wanted. I knew that whatever I could do, they could do better, but I didn’t want to accept that fact. I knew that if I could prove my intelligence to her, then I would be superior. One night I practiced jumping back and forth across that shelf, but I accidentally fell off and couldn’t get back up. I never learned how to fly without magical aid, but I prayed that everything else I learned would impress Alice. That morning she walked into the room and I called out to her, ‘Master! Master!’ and she looked down at me with disgust. I suppose it was because I was nervous or afraid of failure, but I couldn’t say anything than what I told her all those years before, ‘I love you master!’. She picked me up roughly, carried me towards the storage room and unceremoniously tossed me in there. She probably hadn’t the heart to throw me out, but now I was alone in the dark and I knew I was a true failure in my masters eyes.”
Aww, that’s really sad…You feel some tears coming forth, but you quickly stow them away. You only shed manly tears and NOW’S NOT THE TIME.
“I sat there in the darkness for a long time. I don’t know how long I was in there, but I dreamed that I was Alice’s favorite doll. She would play with me all the time and we would go on picnics and everything. I would sometimes hear her friend Marisa come over and would pretend that I was there with her too. Marisa would come over to borrow some of her books and Alice would get mad at her and I would stop Marisa from running away by tripping her and we would all have a good laugh in the end.”
You see Val floating there, not looking at you at all, but in a far off place. A happy place. She eventually snaps out of it and continues.
“But that would never happen, and I would just sit there in the dark and dream of a life I would never have. That is, until you met Alice. I knew Alice made a new friend, and I dreamed of what you looked like. Dreamed of all the fun things that all of use could do together. Then, one day, I heard you rummaging around her house, as if you were looking for something. I didn’t know what would happen if you saw me, so I panicked and hid in a bag at the back of the storage room. Of course, you found the bag and started placing things in it with me inside, but you never bothered to look inside the bag itself. I guess you just assumed it was empty. I think you looked inside the bag several times, but you somehow completely overlooked me. I guess the mind chooses to see what it wants to see, huh?”
Well, if that’s true then why didn’t Val just pop out and introduce herself to you?
“I was afraid. I didn’t want to be rejected again. I was happy being jostled painfully around in that bag with the other items so long as we could go on adventures together, even if you didn’t know I was there. A part of me was hoping that you would see me one day, and another part didn’t want you to know of my existence. I just couldn’t take it anymore and so when you opened your bag to find something to trade the merchant, I held onto the oil lamp so that you would see me. I suddenly realized the situation I had placed myself and that if I said something, you would see me as a valuable trade off and sell me to the merchant, so I kept my mouth shut. Unfortunately, the merchant had a keen eye and saw me as valuable anyways, so my dream of going on adventures with you faded away with those words. But, Joe, I’m so happy that you didn’t sell me to that man because now I can go on adventures with you and maybe, one day, I can prove myself to Alice! So…will you please let me stay with you? I promise not to talk if you don’t want me to. I’ll do anything you want, just please let me stay with you!”
Her little tiny voice is frantic with desperation and holds onto her dress in anxiety.
Well, yeah, how can you say no with a story like that?
“YAY!” She twirls in the air and lands on your hat.
So, with tha-
“Mmm, these peaches are tasty.”
Wait…what? Is…is she eating your peaches? The doll with no human anatomy? How?? Why???
“Because they taste good…”
You hear a slight “om nom nom” coming from your hat. You don’t even want to know why a doll would eat peaches and you just assume that she’s just converting the peach into energy or something.
SO, with that said:
[x] Onwards to Remilia’s house thing!
[x] Backwards to Aya’s house!
[x] Go back and open that freezer.