• She/Her

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Experience Metamorphosis. Embrace Purpose.


wintergreen
@wintergreen

there's the damaged shell of a person, acquired cheaply through chance and patience, molded to your taste in the usual way. it used to cry at night because it had been alone and was alone and, when it was allowed to think, thought it would always be alone.

then there's the other one. you hesitate to call it a doll. it was a scratch build, and certainly you never finished the damn thing. it was just a vaguely doll-shaped bunch of parts when you decided you'd had enough and abandoned it in a heap in the attic dollroom.

and yet: the first doll treats it as if it were a sister. when you assigned it the task of sorting the wine cellar, mocking the first for its delusion, the wine cellar was sorted the next day, and not a single other chore went amiss. its uniform is always neat, and its work is always done, and the other doll no longer cries at night out of loneliness.

the other doll must believe it is damaged, and is surely covering for it, working twice as hard. a novel way to motivate a doll. you wish you had thought of that yourself. if anyone asks, you did think of that yourself.

just in case, though, you've doubled your standing order of tea. □


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