The Doll will occasionally crack, chip, and even break. This is natural, and there are ways of fixing it.
Firstly, the Doll will panic. It does not know what it happening to it. It will feel broken, ruined, and shattered.
Start by holding the Doll in your arms, hugging it close and tight, It will begin to cry. This is natural.
Soothing the Doll is simple from here on. You got it to break down. After it has its breakdown, lead it to the bed and sit it down. It’s malleable now and will talk to you. This is natural.
Ensure it that it is loved and safe. It will ask you a series of questions, many may seem ridiculous or that they answer itself, but do not under any circumstances verbalize that. The Doll will IMMEDIATELY lose trust and unrecoverably shatter.
Instead, you should reassure that you will answer it truthfully and honestly. It will comfort and reassure the Doll that it feels loved and cherished.
Now, the Doll will cling to you for support and comfort. It may even ask for more things physically. This is natural, for it wants to feel wanted, needed.
What is a Doll if it is not wanted? Needed?
When it is in this vulnerable state, ensure it is what it wants. If it shows any signs of resistance or hesitancy, tread cautiously, for the Doll may have another breakdown at any moment. Instead, let it talk to you, tell you what it needs and wants.
If you are willing to service the Doll, to engage in repairs, it may be best to adhere to its wants. Its doll parts may need stimulation and special attention. This is natural, and you may treat it with the love and care that a dollmaker imbues in its creations.
Soon enough, once all is said and done, when it has been cared for and tended to in each and every way it has broken, it will once again be repaired.
The Doll will cling to you for comfort, begging you to not go. You never even conceived of leaving it, why would you? You’ve tended to this Doll for longer than you could remember. Yet it still clings, it still cries. It’s not its fault.
One day the Doll will be better. For today, it rests in your arms, cradled and Still. Maybe it can at least know peace for this night.
