a doll and her familiars

chorus of 'Awawawa!'

this is due to a natural vocal tick in the voiceboxes of models that have one; or so it is said. in truth, no one knows why dolls make the noises they do, but it is supposed they build languages of noises, clicks, hisses, clanks and chatters, one all their own and not shared by people who cannot understand the titterings of porcelain and wood.

𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 ~

Awawa! - Creation of stimulus; call and response

Trrrrr(?/!) - Low winding or clicking of gears to indicate neutral interest, but may be pitched up or down to make questions and exclamations

ktktktkt - Repeated clicking or trilling to bring attention to something

Hiss - Irritation or rejection, often with release of built heat or steam

Rrrr - Low rumbling of gears, indicates struggle or depression

These are notes taken of clockwork dolls in space of a manse c. 201re belonging to the Witch of Sounds. Peculiarly, she also kept several dolls as experimental pieces; one which could only make chimes of a music box, another which could only echo bells in its chest, and a different one which could quite imitate personable dialect just by clicking various gears together.

have you ever stopped for a moment when you noticed everything was silent and, abruptly, it was as if that silence swallowed you? have you ever realized you were falling asleep and felt yourself numb while awake? have you ever dragged your tongue across a CRT monitor? have you ever felt as if you know what is coming and simply play the role assigned to you? doesn't it feel good?

there are sects of void scholars that posit the metaconcept of Stillness was born out of the Ink that drips from the broken mirror of Sin, and as such believe it to be of the Deepvoid in nature--but in truth, this is disproven by anyone with passing knowledge of dolls and Stillness. but it is cause for makers of dolls in the Never to use Ink in their crystal-flower doll heart-cores, at the least to attempt at optimizing the doll's Stillness.

Stillness is the quiet. it was with you when you were born, draped behind your eyes like curtains veiling your soul, pulled back for now but ever waiting to fall shut again--and when they open, if you find there is no more soul there, then you may just have become a doll.

that is the difference between dolls and people and is, some say, the reason that dolls are eerie in their nature and movement: a doll is always Still, unmoving in spirit, for it has none, and yet it moves anyway. it should not, but does. fundamentally, while a doll can have a heart, emotions, thoughts, self, and so on, they fundamentally do not have a spirit behind them, a will or drive, which can cause dolls that are failing to achieve Stillness to either mimic the drive unto failure and madness or else become depressed and perhaps even wilfully cease function, as they feel without cause to exist and move.

and this is why a doll requires Purpose. a Purpose made for, imbued, taught, and encouraged in a doll will give it that reason to move while being Still, guidance and direction for its Stillness that would otherwise misfunction. and so, hence, the tradition of Witches, Dollmakers, and so forth.

and indeed we recommend it to everyone on these grounds.

new vn angel lover by us!

umbra loves an angel. the angel is umbras lover. the angel is a corpse. a corpse is a doll with an expiration date. play with by xx/xx/xx. don't show the neighbor

made for noise jam 3, this game features noisy music and noisy visuals by us

also a concerning lack of apostrophes

And so the doll waits. It waits for days. It waits for weeks. It waits for months. It waits for years. Finally, someone opens the closet the doll's been stored in again. It's someone that the doll does not recognize. For a fleeting moment, the doll lets itself get its hopes up. Is this the doll repairer its owner promised so long ago? But it's not. The new person remarks on the doll's antique qualities, a voice over their shoulder, this one familiar, mentions a broken mainspring and names a price. The new person agrees with a nod.

When the doll arrives at its new home, its new owner pulls it through the halls of their unfamiliar home and sets it in a small room littered with tools and spare parts. The doll's new owner promises that tomorrow, they will certainly replace that mainspring and return its mobility once more. The doll has hope, and so it waits. It waits for days. It waits for weeks. It waits for months. It waits for years.