Dolls Aren’t Just For Girls

 Dolls Aren’t Just For Girls

Donna Beneviento tg

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One of the most well known horror tropes is the ‘possessed puppet/possessed doll’ and in general some people do find dolls and puppets to be the stuff of nightmares, think about a toy you had as a kid, one that you loved and snuggled up with and treated like a real member of the family even though they weren’t made of flesh and blood. Now imagine just how creepy and horrifying it would be if that toy developed a mind of its own and considered you its enemy instead of a friend. Thanks to characters like Slappy, the Zuni fetish doll from Trilogy Of Terror, and Chucky and the animatronics of Five Nights At Freddy’s and the Walton Files, and of course our friends over in the uncanny valley, we can understand how some people perceive them to be the stuff of nightmares.

Not all tv shows and movies with puppets in them are as friendly and welcoming as the Muppets, several different international puppet shows have puppets that might be the source of nightmares, take for example the original version of the British satire puppet show known as Spitting Image, the puppets which are celebrity caricatures are extremely grotesque and some are genuinely terrifying, take the Margaret Thatcher depiction for example, Margaret is always depicted as villainous in the show and her puppet design reflects this as well as her personality, and it’s easy to see why some people had nightmares about these puppets. Jonathan Wynson, today’s protagonist, was very much in the same vein as those people. He lived in a house with his mother and his two younger brothers and he never understood why his mom Agnes had so many dolls that she displayed, he thought some of the dolls that Agnes possessed looked genuinely nightmare-ish.

Agnes didn’t realize just how horrifying her dolls were to some people, she just loved showing them to people and some people genuinely loved them. ‘Mom..I don’t understand why you keep those dolls around, some people are going to get nightmares from those.’ ‘Now now, it’s alright…these dolls are harmless, and they are parts of the family after all.’

“I’m worried about you, mom. Are you insane?”

“Insane? I’m more eccentric to be honest and my dolls aren’t harming anyone.”

‘I’m just worried that some of them might be after me.’ ‘Now now, you don’t need to worry about those.’ ‘Mom, you need to do something about them before someone ends up dying at the hands of those dolls.’ Agnes shrugged as she set up some of her dolls, a couple of the dolls looked like they were humanoid cat-people dressed like Beatrix Potter characters, some were dressed in modern clothes.

But there were two dolls that he thought always seemed to be watching him, a red riding hood themed doll that seemingly looked like it was the grandmother character on one side but on the other side was the wolf, and a doll of the Jim Carrey grinch. The Grinch one in particular scared him, that smile, those yellow eyes. ‘The wolf-grandmother and the grinch doll are following me, I swear, no matter how many times you hide them.’

“Are you sure you’re not imagining them following you?”

“Mom, I know that it’s real. I’ve seen them with my own eyes.”

Agnes seemed to be oblivious of the cursed dolls that her son spoke of, all she knew of them was that the grinch doll was given to her by someone who was a huge fan of the movie and loved all things Grinch. Although she had seen the grinch doll herself, she had seen it move its head and speak to someone in the house, she thought of it as nothing more than a trick and nothing worth being panicked about. Jonathan grabbed the other doll box and began to head into the study, thinking quickly he put the other box on the display shelf.

Meanwhile the eyes of one of the Beatrix Potter-esque dolls glowed as a voice seemed to beckon to him. ‘Jonathan, won’t you come and play with us?’ unlike in those anime character tf stories you’ve probably heard that are Jojo or some other anime-centric where it’s some random woman or random character in general who is an original creation of the author or the commissioner of said piece and has little to no development personality wise, this actually does have some development and isn’t just some random spirit using Za Hando to tf someone into a character from Jojo (ain’t that quirky?). Jonathan had a reason to fear those dolls, and the eyes of those dolls in particular were enough to frighten him, especially since he knew he could hear them talking, he knew he had to get out of this…but how?

He hurried and attempted ot grab the dolls, but the grinch doll from before looked up at him, the grinch doll’s head spinning around in an exorcist-like manner as he gulped, but he knew what he had to do. And that’s where he saw another doll, a doll named Angie. ‘I don’t remember mom buying this one. As weird as my mom is with her doll collection, she definitely wouldn’t be the type to own one of these.’ Angie sprung to life…’Easy for you to say, at least you’re not the doll here.’

“Wait…did you just talk?”

“Well duh, of course I just talked, didn’t R.L Stine and the Twilight Zone teach you anything?”

“Well…yeah, they taught me dolls are evil. But how are you even here, how did my mom get you?”

‘Maybe she just happened to like me…I know everyone likes me.’ ‘I don’t think so, you look pretty battered to me.’ ‘Well that’s only because of the cadou, that got transferred into me and made me like this.’ He realized this was the very same doll that Donna had in Resident Evil: Village, it was very much a realistic replica of said doll and he wondered why his mother would get a doll like that, because he didn’t remember his mom being a Resident Evil fan.

“Come on…don’t be scared, come and play.”

“But what if there’s some of that cadou mold in you and it gets on me?”

“What are you worrying about? You can trust me.”

‘The last time someone told me to trust them it was a likely psychotic person who did weird Elsa/Jack Frost pairing fanfic and Goosebumps covers who told me to go fuck myself on Facebook.’ ‘I won’t do anything of the sort, besides…i’m always going to be loyal to you, and you won’t need to worry about that, now how about getting some of the dust off of me?’

“Oh alright, i’ll give it a go. Just one thing, no tricks?”

“No tricks.”

“No stone lion monsters who are obsessed with the red cross?”

“No…”

‘No bizarre conspiracy theories about another popular horror video game being filled with allegories for circumcision?’ ‘Of course not. Now come on, how about you clean me up and then we’ll play together.’ He looked closely at Angie and attempted to get the dust off her body, but then a bit of the cadou mold took on the form of dust and went up his nose, causing him to sneeze and as he did his skin slowly softened and smoothened, he looked at his hands as they shrank and his fingernails lengthening, his hands looked like they belonged on a woman and he gasped in shock.

His clothing slowly contorted itself into a black gown as his chest and torso slimmed, a pair of round formations developed on the former, blossoming forth into what were commonly known as breasts as his stomach slimmed. He saw some of the hairs on his body melting away in a mildly off-putting but not too gory or visceral manner.

In addition to this his back arched while his legs became more shapely and his feet shrank, his hips inflated while his privates retracted. His shoulders shrank inward as his neckline altered, his hair slowly turning from brown to black and becoming a bit messier, his eyes widened as dark makeup was applied around them, in the process his cheekbones sharpened and his nose shrank, his jawline altering and softening while his appearance contorted.

“I think i’m starting to look a lot like Donna.”

“You think? You think? I definitely think that you must certainly are resembling her…heh heh.”

He blushed a little as he gained a bit of a scar on his face but didn’t become too disfigured as his lips plumped up, his features contorting and taking on the appearance of Donna Bieviento herself as his voice feminized and contorted to match his features, making him sound a lot like her…he gained some of her memories but unlike with what happened in previous stories, he didn’t lose his memories or mind completely. Which was unusual for a transformation of this caliber but he didn’t mind it all that much.

But he definitely decided that he enjoyed this transformation as he or rather ‘she’ cradled Angie as her transformation completed herself, she had transformed into Donna Bievento but also was still ‘Jonathan’ at least partially. She smiled as she picked up the box with the dolls inside and took a look at some of them…’Now why would someone keep these locked up like this? These are lovely. Look Angie, you’ve got some new friends.’ ‘I hope they can fight.’ ‘Now now behave yourself.’ ‘Sorry.’

Agnes had heard what was going on and went to investigate, only to see Donna standing there with the box, she still knew who Agnes was and hadn’t lost her memory of her. ‘Your dolls are nice, do you mind if Angie plays with them?’ ‘Of course not. By the way, i’m Agnes.’ ‘I know all about you, Jonathan told me you are a wonderful woman and you collect dolls. I too have an impressive doll collection. I’m Donna.’

“Really you think my doll collection is nice?”

“Yes…”

“Everyone seems to think my doll collection is creepy.”

“Creepy? All those dolls look nice.”

Agnes laughed as she hugged Donna, she had found someone who loved dolls as much as she did. ‘Would you like to be my best friend?’ ‘Yes..i’d like that.’ And thus with that Donna and Agnes shook hands and became best friends,and from that night on they spent many nights together working on new outfits for their dolls and bonding.

As for what happened later Donna introduced Agnes to some of her ‘siblings’ and she was delighted to meet all of them, eventually when Agnes’s other son met the others, her other son definitely formed a bond with Salvatore Moreau and he became a good friend of the fish-man and also Agnes did pick up a few beauty tips from Lady Dimitrescu. Sometimes when you think it’s going to be a horror story, sometimes it turns out to have a good ending after all, sometimes it doesn’t take a whole bloated out comic sequence in which someone becomes a barafied version of a character they’re obsessed over to discover a new side of themselves, sometimes you don’t need a celebrity tf hating biggot who crushes on a certain spider-man villain to the point of wanting to transform into him, sometimes you don’t need people like that to tell what to do, you can just do it the best way you can do and be the best you can be.

Even though some dolls may look like they could kill you, they’re actually not so bad, sometimes all you have to do is take care of them and get to know them, and that goes for every creature on this planet too.