Anyway. I crept around, avoiding detection by the rather stupid zombies, until I found a door. You know, one of those ones that you see in factories with a dirty glass panel with the foreman's name on it or something. This one hadn't been washed in about a hundred years.
I peered through it and saw the little old man hunched over his work table. Carving.
Slowly I opened the door and stepped inside.
"Mr Toymaker?" I asked hesitantly.
His head moved slightly in my direction. "Hold on there, I'm just about finished with this one"
"No don't finish it!" I said. "They're evil!"
His hand faltered a bit, but he went on anyway. "No, no, no," he said, "They're adorable! Look at them." He moved away from the doll he'd just finished and I saw another one of those yellow haired demon dolls from outside.
I stepped back in alarm.
"Here," he said, shuffling across to the other side of the room, "Let me show you my first"
"No!" I yelled. Too loudly, I realised.
It got very silent outside the room. I stopped breathing. The old man's hand reached for a cloth covering what looked about the right size and shape for a doll.
"Don't," I whimpered. I looked back at the other, newly finished doll and found that it was watching me. I hadn't seen it move but it was staring right at me!
The man's withered old hand reached out and pulled at the cloth. A it slipped aside I saw the yellow curls emerge. Then the blue eyes.
But these eyes weren't cute or happy. They were evil, and the smile on it's face was definitely demonic.
"Hello," it said in a little girls voice, turning it's dolls doll's head towards me as the old man slunk back into the shadows.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't move.
"I've been expecting you," it said, smiling even more. And then she started to laugh. Giggle really.
Something started to pound on the door and I finally found the strength to move, trying dsperately to hold it shut.
(Thanks, Drom. I think I will.)
I looked back to the doll and saw that it was starting to move, to get up, to come towards me.
"Please!" I shouted at the old man, over the rising noise outside. "Your dolls aren't what you think they are!" I saw his glasses glint in the shadows and knew he was watching me. "Please," I said again, "You can stop this. You can make things right again!"
The doll was on the floor now, walking towards me. It was in no hurry, it knew I was dead. It was enjoying the moment.
"You have to stop this!" I tried again. I knew I wouldn't be able to destroy the doll, it was a demon after all. "If you don't these dolls will destroy everything! They'll spread. There will be NOTHING LEFT!"
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