I'm not a witch. I have no idea what that doll was thinking.
I spotted it down the alleyway, chewing on a soda can. I've seen them before, but this one was particularly rough. It looked like it's been through alot, it's look on its face is distant, cracks on it's porcelain. I avoid dark alleys like this but something in me dragged me to it. As I walked into the darkness, i caught it's attention. It stared at me, with it's distant face turning into curiosity. In my nervousness i impulsively stammer out a question.
"D-Do you need help?"
It gives a smile in response to the question, "Yes miss! this one has been pretty damaged for awhile, and only witches like you can fix it!"
ugh. Not again. This isn't the first the first time a stray doll called her a witch. She doesn't even know what a witch even is to such a thing.
"I'm not a witch" I respond back to it.
The doll just giggled, "Suuure, miss!" and gives a wink. God damnit.
I turn around to leave the alleyway, leaving this stray to it's....whatever it was doing. Why would people abandon such things anyway?
A few minutes of walking down the street later, I noticed the sound of light pitter pattering footsteps behind me. I turn around, it's the doll again. Great.
"Why are you following me?" I asked.
The doll answers without impulse "Because this one knows witches like you will help things like this one!"
uugghh
"I told you before, I am not a witch. I don't even know what that is." I say in a sterner tone.
The doll doesn't respond, it just has that dumb smile on it's face. Sigh.
I turn around and walk away faster from the doll. It doesn't stop it from following, but at least it's less annoying this time.
Eventually, I reach my apartment building. It's a modern place, It is gentrifying the area, but it was the only place I could really find at the time. The steps behind me get close again. "Wow miss, what a stylish place!" it says then turns to them as they try to find their apartment gate key. "This one will help you make it prettier, as deserving for witches like you!"
I ignore it. I scan the key on the gate and that doll immediately rushes in before I even have a chance to react. Ugh.
I walk to the elevator and the doll jumps in with me as I go up to my floor.
As i open the door for my apartment, it rushes in and inspects the place, with random oohs and ahs.
"You're tracking dirt into the apartment." You say. The doll looks down at the floor and sees it's small dirt footsteps, then giggles. "Sorry miss! This one needs to clean up!"
As I get done taking my coat off, I scoop up the doll that has invaded my life. "Look, if you're gonna be in my apartment you need to at least get cleaned up." The doll smiles "Y-yes miss witch!"
"And i'm not a witch!" you tell it. It ignores that statement again as you bring it to the bathroom to clean it off in the bathtub. At least cleaning objects brings you a sort of calm.
A hour later, your scrubbing and washing has paid off and the doll is mostly clean. It's hair freshly shampooed, and basically looks like it's fresh from the shelf, if you can excuse the broken parts.
"Nice and clean!" it cheers at you. "Only the best a witch can offer!"
I ignore that last statement, and pick it up "Now for the clothes."
I lift her across the apartment, and open the door to a new room, and suddenly three more dolls pop right up and rush to me.
"Ooh new Doll!" one doll says "awawa" another stims
"Yes yes. another doll." I say, placing it on the ground next to the dolls, "This one, like you all, also can't find their witch, and once again this means I have to take care of it too till we find them."
"But you're our witch!" one of the apartment dolls shout out.
"I am not a witch." I reply back, the dolls giggling at the response. As i leave the room and close the door, the other dolls begin descending upon the new one, dragging it off to the closet they built for themselves.
Just because i'm taking care of them till their witches come doesn't mean i'm a witch. Why do dolls think this?
