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Story by: Aaron-Lagann
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My every moment is suffering. Trapped in this immobile body. I cant even breathe on my own, I can only breathe when this button on my back is pressed. Ive been suffocating slowly, unable to die for what feels like an eternity. Why was I given to that man. That man
The Pat
I was meant to be taken care of. Cared for. Nurtured. But life in the home of The Pat has been nothing but endless misery.
The Pat, is a beastly man. Huddled in a corner, sitting inches from the box he calls The Wire. Hours and hours pass as he sits, completely entranced by the rectangular light contraption. Every now and then Ill hear him snort, bark and chuckle the words Oh, McNolty, you sly bastard to himself.
When The Pat isnt sitting at this box, hes rummaging through his belongings, muttering Fucking Centipedes as he frantically looks around his apartment with a feral gaze.
When its time for The Pat to sleep, he goes through an ungodly ritual involving his mouth and some kind of brush, then he spends a couple hours struggling to climb onto this small collection of cloth and springs called a Bed a foreign concept to me, as I am a doll and dolls have no need for sleep. After The Pat manages to scale the useless springy wretch, he huffs and pants while rolling around in a collection of rags until eventually he stops moving. Mere moments later he springs out of this coma and runs to his kitchen, my vision of what happens here is obstructed, but I hear Pirate cookies are my lifeblood! What these Pirate Cookies are is unknown to me, but I assume theyre some form of small child, since the
others often to refer to The Pats preference for the unripe.
Then
There are the others. These others refer to The Pats compatriots. Three men who occasionally show up and further add to the endless hell that is my life, or, lack thereof.
The first is the leader of the bunch Mattrick. A deranged man, or, is he a man? He seems to have the thought processes of a child, but has the physical attributes of an adult man. Truly mysterious. The only interactions Ive had with this Mattrick were when he used my body to show off how useful some maneuver called a Rising Tackle is when fighting your way out of a dark alley filled with demon babies.
The second of these others is my sole ray of hope, Mr. Shitlocks. He is apparently the Grandmother of these men, not fully sure how that works out, but his warm, moist embrace is my single escape from this hell. Everyday I wish that I had been given to this Shitlocks instead of The Pat.
Shitlocks seems to have troubles comprehending the words of The Pat and apparently has a bad memory, causing The Pat to become enraged with him very easily. Though, The Pat becomes angry over almost everything, not my dear Shitlocks, though. Shitlocks is a nice man.
The last of these three friends of The Pat is known only as Senpai. I know very little of Senpai, but what I do know is that he is evil incarnate. He has a cheery, charismatic air about him, fooling people on the surface level, but if you look into his eyes, youll see nothing. Nothing but endless hate and death. His one weakness appears to be some form of weapon from Brazil, but unfortunately I am unable to speak and cannot warn the others of his evil or give them the secret to how to defeat him.
Ive heard Senpai speaking under his breath every time The Pat leaves the room, about his plots to remove that booty from the picture. My theory is that The Pat is the only one in this group with access to his weakness, and Senpai cannot have that. Im unsure of which side I should take, for my hatred of The Pat is only rivaled by my fear and hatred of Senpai.
These worries are completely irrelevant, though, as I have no means of communication. No way to warn The Pat that Senpai is in his apartment right now. While The Pat is sleeping, Senpai is standing over him.
Oh, Patto-kun, you were foolish to come between me and my ambitions. With this, there will be nothing standing in my way. Ill be able to control the Zaibatsu from the shadows-desu! Senpai whispered as he pulled out a bottle and slowly pulled the cork from the top, placing it on the ground, then stepping away into the darkness. What is in the bottle? I cant see, its too dark. No
Somethings working its way into the bed, The Pat is in danger! But wait, why do I care? Theres no reason for the death of The Pat should concern me, yet, for some reason, my chest is racing and I cant seem to think straight. Could it be
No. I cant care for The Pat! Hes my torturer, my captor! It was at this moment that Baby Ashley looked over at the wall, seeing a framed piece of paper hanging neatly. It was her birth certificate. Ashley Boivin. The Pat wasnt her captor
He was her father and he was in trouble.
Suddenly Baby Ashley saw something on The Pats face, it was his eyeball, it was moving, no, it was popping out! Father! Baby Ashley thought to herself frantically as a giant black centipede came crawling out of The Pats eye socket. It was too late, The Pat was dead. Senpai had won
Baby Ashley lost consciousness.
Three weeks later...
Its time, Woolie. We need to clean this place out. Said Mattrick.
I know, man
I know
Its just so hard to believe hes really gone. Shitlocks solemnly replied.
Ill miss him too
We all will. Mattrick wiped his tears away.
Ill miss him most of all. Senpai said, emerging from nowhere. But we have a job to do, and we must do it.
Youre right, Liam, we have to get this place cleaned out. Woolie agreed, pulling himself together.
After hours of cleaning the filth, Woolie found himself face to face with Baby Ashley. Hey there, girl
. Woolie smiled, putting Baby Ashley into his bag.
Baby Ashley suddenly woke up, surrounded by darkness. She was breathing. Her suffering had temporarily ended, though she still had no knowledge of where she was, all she could tell was that she was moving. Hours passed, but eventually Ashley could see light, and emerging from that light was Shitlocks. The Hero. Baby Ashley was filled with joy as his wet grasp pulled her from the bag and placed her next to the Captain on a shelf. Her breathing button was held down by the position she was placed, Baby Ashley could breathe freely.
Shitlocks looked at Baby Ashley, smiled and whispered This is my swamp.