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The Dollhouse { An Original Halloween Tale } [CLOSED]

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Horror | Thriller | Action | Mystery | Psychological | Drama
Strong Horror-Violence | Brief Strong Language | Some Disturbing Content

Inspired by American McGee"s psychological-horror game series "Alice".

Rochelle "Rachel" Auclair has been friendless, ever since she lost her mother and older sister in a car crash she had managed to survive at a young age. At thirteen years of age, she has been looked after in a children's foster home, where she will be treated for post-traumatic stress disorder, while taking along the handmade dolls her mother made for her tenth birthday, named Blade, Jester, and twinsies, Peri and Pearl. To escape her demons, young Rachel creates a "fantasy" within her mind that will give her the right amount of security the "real" world couldn't seem to provide her with; her only retreat, it is inhabited by a humanized Blade, Peri, Pearl, and Jester (her only friends).

After years of her residency, as an adult, Rachel is released, and leaves her "fantasy" behind, but still bears the burden of the tragic event. As she urges to live on her own, she begins to have strange hallucinations that seem to revolve around the dolls of her childhood, during both the day and night. She attends therapy through treatments like hypnosis, but due to her heavily-scarred psyche, prompted by both of her memories and visions, she's transferred to a mental institution that has replaced the foster home, a few months after her release. After many therapies, Rachel was diagnosed by the doctors for "mental and psychological instability".

One evening, Rachel finds her lights flickering, and the door to her room mysteriously opening by itself. After she exits her room, she finds herself in a hybrid twist of both the "real" world and her "fantasy" world, where her humanized "friends" are seemingly real; invisible to the naked eye, but only visible to Rachel. She believed herself to be in a better reality, but soon finds her companions very different to how they were six years ago: They've become corrupted and twisted, now equipped with their own devices, and a dangerous, pathological intention for their "owner". Their fixation starts to drive them through a series of homicides around the hospital, just hoping to keep Rachel all to themselves.

Can she stop these dark and sinister nightmares from making her their own?
Or, were they right to believe that it's all just in her head; that there could be something more to her "psychosis"?

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- play as Rachel, and one of the dolls.
- handle mature content.

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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

The she-elf's moment of looking at the ground, is almost making her immediately miss seeing young Kili's face. All she could do was, once again, make a small reassuring smile towards him from the ground. "I'm alright", she said. "Just tired", she lied, since Elves don't exactly get "exhausted" or "tired"; not immediately, at least. "You should get rest, as well".

Truth be told, she was not okay. She was lying to his face, and it's a terrible feeling for someone like herself. But what she really feared was his perspective of her. All of that could change negatively if he learned the truth: That his own godmother performed acts and deeds that were beyond imaginable. It could confuse him, sure; but it was the bond that could get shattered, in the process.

Sonic (X) The Hedgehog: Free From The Lab { Goth & Angel }

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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril frowned at the Hobbit's question. She looked to the ground. "I can't be certain. Some say he slunk back into the hole of whence he came. But some say he died, shortly after the battle", she simply said, knowing that she should keep the truth away from them. If they knew, what kind of godmother would she be? Who could ever love...a monster? A monster who caused such utter destruction and death?

With that said, the she-elf didn't waste time laying herself down upon her side; on top of one of her wings, and using the other as a blanket of some sort. Now that she thought about it, Saeril didn't want to scare them, and the she-elf most certainly didn't want the future king of Erebor to hear and get suspicious. "You could say that I saw it. All of it. That's all I wish to say", slight hesitation was apparent, but she kept it privately cool. All she felt was unworthiness now when telling the youngest these lies. Saeril felt herself turn into poison, rather than the purity she was raised to have. That was all she was now: poison; it will kill him, sooner or later...

The she-elf looked gave a sad sigh as these memories rose back to her. He already, and courageously, told her that he wasn't afraid of her presence, but what if he was afraid of what she was before? A killer; an entity of pure evil? Saeril looked to the ground to avoid eye contact for a moment, slightly troubled in her own thoughts.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Admittedly, Saeril wasn't at all impressed, and it was apparent to the dissaproving look coming upon her Elven features. She was looking at the young dwarrows before her, and eyes expressed a piercing gaze that can only summon intimidation to those before her. Her face was still soft, not completely dark.

"If you're thinking on amusing me, it's not working", the she-elf informed the youngest. However, her facials softened when she heard Thorin approach them with spite in his voice towards his nephews. Saeril turned her head towards his direction, her straight, brown hair following her movements.

She couldn't believe what she saw; it wasn't what she expected either. She knew that teasing Bilbo wasn't funny, but with a family telling you that you know nothing about the world you live in, it was a bit overly harsh. It was true that Kili was both childishly young and naive, but to lower his self-esteem by said-comments weren't acceptable. Especially if you are an heir. Seeing that the youngest was the one being mostly affected, the female gently placed a comforting hand on Kili's arm, soothing him.

Saeril has heard the story many times during her time in Gandalf's care, and the more she listened to the past, the more it began to catch up with her, and it was expressed with a twitch on her lips a little bit, just until the tale began to leave her ears. She knew what happened; she was there, and she herself sent the defiling Orc there. What was there to say now? "I was there", she spoke up in a soft voice.

"Azog was fierce. Sadistic and vicious of any creature I have ever seen", the she-elf began. "I witnessed his strike upon the king, and if Thorin hadn't tried, you all would not be here now. His victory gave him greatness, but it left a stone heart inside", she concluded before sheathing out one of her curves daggers from the back of her waist, examining the metal upon the blade with a grim expression.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Just after seeing Kili grip the handle of his sword, she quickly gripped his wrist, and halted him. She held her breath until the shrieks died down. With a relieving sigh, she let go of him, shortly after they disappeared into the wind. Hearing Bilbo's question, it only took the she-elf a moment to collect herself before answering. "Orcs," she said lowly, and that one word was enough to wake Thorin, who had been dozing nearby.

"Throat cutters", Fili added from Kili's other side, taking his smoking pipe out of his mouth as he spoke. Honestly, it brought out his mischievous side after seeing the Hobbit pale up. His little brother wasn't any better when it came to jokes, and it amused the blonde of how much he liked to play around. The eldest was just an accomplice, and he was often prompted by Kili to take part in his ventures within the Blue Mountains. Not that he agreed with them, but he just simply just can't refuse. "They'll be dozens of them out there".

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril heard the youngest's responding retort, and she couldn't help but smile playfully back at him, and chuckle good-heartedly. Even Fili snickered at the response from next to his little brother's horse.

The walk was long, but the she-elf didn't complain. Saeril's biology was beyond that of humans and dwarves, so moving by foot was no problem. Not a single ache came for her feet, but she was pretty certain that the ponies can't walk forever, which also became one of the reasons they had to stop and camp for the following night.

That night, Saeril let her cloak transform into her feathered wings, tucked in behind her as she sat with her godsons near the fire. Only being dressed in her black, tight, catsuit-like outfit with feathers embedded in the fabric, Saeril wasn't cold, and she certainly wasn't tired; not with her godsons still awake; she could stay awake for the longest of periods.

Saeril was enjoying the company of her new family, and she certainly felt herself grow close to the young heir. She hoped that Fili didn't mind, but of course, the she-elf will accept them both, and she would have to. Good laughs they had, good stories to tell. It was purely familial. Saeril was about to reach behind her waist for one of her curved blades to sharpen it, but froze once a loud shriek sounded in the distance. It can't be, can it?

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Dwalin scoffed a bit from where he'd overheard the two. "Didn't? You bet more than half your coin, lad. Lost it, too." The burlier dwarf had no faith in the too-skittish hobbit. Bilbo had turned their offer down, he would not come. Most had bet against him, and for a good reason, in his opinion. However, when the Hobbit did turn up, Dwalin was surprised. How could he be so foolish?

Saeril listened to Dwalin, and thought back on the wages. It sounded fair, nor was the concept itself greedy, but if she figured that if Kili wagered big, who knows what she might say? It was pure amusement as she listened and watched. "So, if I say that if we make it to the mountain alive, you would owe me?", she butted in, teasing the youngest.

The she-elf heartedly chuckled, in a soft way. She was enjoying her time so far. She was wrong to hide from them. She liked dwarves, but it varied. Those who can make her laugh or smile, are easily those she would see as friends, but others? Only Mahal will tell...

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Saeril heard Kili speak to her, and she did appreciate hearing his agreement. This made her show a small smile while allowing her yellow-green eyes to lightly reflect from the flames of the fire. "He'll warm up, Kili. In time", she reassured him before narrowing her eyes when she gazed at the hearth. The she-elf exhaled the breath she was holding through her nose, and let one of her huge feathered wings move, and wrap itself around the youngest Durin, to keep him warm.

Sometime later, everyone was near the fire, and to Saeril's ears, she could hear them humming. It was something she believed that she heard during her time in the Lonely Mountain itself. She kept her place with Kili, while the fire danced in front of her. Fili was standing nearing the fire, smoking his pipe, and was, funny enough, standing near Thorin, staring into the hearth.

Saeril felt a weight on her side, and she shifted herself a little to allow Kili's head to rest against her at a comfortable angle. Once she has done so, the she-elf, upon instinct, tenderly moved his dark ebony hair from his face, before letting her wing cover the rest of his body like a blanket.

With the song of the Lonely Mountain coming to an end, Saeril dozed off; after a long time staring into the hearth of the fire, she allowed herself to let the young dwarf lay on her feathered wing. Not that she minded, but she was just happy that they finally had a chance to meet. Otherwise, she won't have anyone else to trust, apart from Gandalf.

The next day, at the first speck of light, Saeril was ready: armed and prepared to get on the road. The dwarves had ponies, and she allowed her straight, ashy-brown hair to flow freely in the warm and sunny outdoors. To everyone's surprise, the she-elf preferred to walk; not that it's wrong, but elves could walk great distances without leaving a trace of a footprint behind. She walked beside Kili's pony, holding onto one of the laces attached to it, along with a few laughs during her time with her two godsons. Although, it was sad that Bilbo declined to come.

Her wing-cloak wasn't too long, so her booted-feet wouldn't become tripped as she walked. That was until she heard yelling. She looked behind her, only to see Bilbo running towards them, obviously out of breath.

Hearing the Hobbit be accepted, Saeril smiled, until a thought came to her. "My elf ears don't deceive me. Did you make a bet on the young Hobbit?", Saeril asked in curiosity to Kili, narrowing her eyes.