#forcelain

Poor, lost doll... Why don't you just be Still for a moment, and allow this one to explain.

Being a doll is fun and easy, and this blog was made to spread that fun and joy to others. For a period of time, follow the directions given to that one (doll "you", for those unaware) by those that one trusts. How about these dolls start simple?

How about a breathing pattern? This one is good at breathing patterns. Get all the air out of your lungs, start at ground zero. Take a deep breath in through your nose for three seconds. Hold it for five... And breathe out through your mouth for three seconds, and hold that position for five. In your head, repeat this mantra. This one has timed the lines to the breathing intervals, for ease.

"This one is good." In for 3.

"Good dolls are docile and do not move unless made to." Hold for 5.

"Good dolls obey." Out for 3.

"Good dolls are thoughtless and obedient things." Hold for 5.

And repeat.

Stabbing a large, almost forearm long, pretty and ornate key into the back of somebody's pelvis and holding it firmly from rotating, watching the body twitch as it quickly and suddenly grinds to a halt.

Metal, previously piercing through bone, hooks up right to the central nervous system as it punches through the spinal column and starts to grow a proper brass socket for itself, clearing skin and meat and bone as the person stabbed stands there fully still, incapable of moving because the key is prevented from turning.

A wave crawls out from the edge of the socket, skin paling and smoothing out as it shrinks subtly to give a daintier physique, bones and flesh pushed out from the center of each limb, packing and hardening into solid, hollow, abnormally resilient enchanted porcelain tubes. The whole body feels hot and cold and heavier and lighter at the same time, so confusing.

Face harden into a pretty girly mask that freezes for a moment until the new doll clicks its eyelids quietly and realizes that it can kind of force its face to make expressions, even though it is not up to it how they look exactly, defaulting to a pretty, demure and feminine manner at all times.

Cables and pulleys and springs and gears jumpstart in the hollow torso, echoing in it quietly, not a hint of the old gross guts, machinery trying to move despite the key still being held in place...

Very slippery! Very, VERY slippery!

Awawa. Not even once. Then again. and again. and again.

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Awawa

This one is happy to help that one!

Just let this one ready that, and... There we go.

Now, are you able to lay down currently? If not, save this until you can.