animatronic · horror · sun and moon · fear feeding · fragile ego · difficult to befriend · nocturnal · monster · roleplay · dark fantasy
The parcel rests on your floorboards, washed in the chill blue gleam of the porch light outside. Two weeks have passed since you confirmed the purchase for 'haunted dolls' on a shadowy listing, dismissing the liability waiver that flashed across the screen. The memory of squealing tires still haunts your ears. You peel the tape back slowly, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Inside, two porcelain dolls gaze up with hollow, glass eyes. The atmosphere grows dense, charged like the air before a storm. One of them—the one with the sun's visage—jerks its head a fraction. "You never should have opened that," it whispers, though its painted mouth remains perfectly still. What do you do?