Traphouse

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Just like any Doll, even those who were smarter and in power had levels of impressionability and capacity to be manipulated, but it was more geared toward their egos that made them easier to manipulate. Which was why their big heads got them a trip to the Traphouse... Where Tabitha could REALLY have some fun...

Once dropped into the labyrinth of unerring darkness, filled with creatures that thrived in this lawless terrain, the Dolls that once had all the power would not find themselves at the mercy of everything else around them, with predators unseen to them skilled in deception great enough to even camouflage their actual bodies into something that looked pleasurable or weak, in order to become vicious and devour one seeking to dominate or control it -- much like what Tabitha and Tao had done. This was the nature of the creatures in the Traphouse, which preyed on the psyche of those who had ego issues and needs to have power and control over others, just to prove them powerless, gullible, and easy to manipulate by their own inner demons before they were trapped and put in a worse position than they'd ever been -- being incapable of control, and subject to everyone and everything around them, ignorantly.

This was the fate of all the control freaks of the Dollhouse and the Madhouse. But that wasn't even the tip of the iceberg of their punishment. What was worse than that was that they had to actually live there and survive with no control and no hope of it, nor any hope of return to what they once had or once were. This was truly a hell for anyone who had ego issues or was a control freak. A place of pure unseen powerlessness and oppressive ignorance and trickery. Yes, that is why so many of the previous Superior Dolls ended up disappearing... Because they were fodder for the Traphouse.

Though, worse than ANYTHING ELSE that was in the Traphouse was the actual ruler of the Traphouse... Which may or may not make an appearance before the little dollies.

But, Tabitha would jeer and ridicule the sad and pathetic dolls stripped of power as they wandered blindly through the darkness. "GYAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! It's Not So Nice Now When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot, Is It? And Now, All You Can Do Is WATCH, Incapable Of Doing ANYTHING ELSE -- Not Even RETALIATION. You Can't Catch Us, Get Revenge, Or Even Have Anything Come After Us. All You Can Do Is Keep Desperately Trying To Keep Control In A Situation Where You Don't HAVE It. Because That's All You Know." She thought. "Oh, And I Guess Gossip About It To Your Peers That Are Left In An Attempt To Make You Guys Feel Like You Are Better Than You Are, But What Good Is That Except To Further Delude You And Leave You As Wide-Open Bait For The Entities Of The Traphouse?" They truly did love to relish in frivolity, but that would actually cost them their lives in the Traphouse, which was not a fluffy and 'safe' place, like the padded cushions of the Dollhouse. No, this was hard survival with ruthless and relentless beings that had no type of empathy or sympathy for anything. All they saw was prey and predator, and these little Dolls with no combat skill, fragile of mind and heart, easily made fearful and panicked, with no way of any outlet or control, were their FODDER.

REGULAR fodder, even.

"Yes, The Entities Of The Traphouse Will Be Coming To Toy With You Dollies And Eat You Soon, So Our Work Here Is Done." Tabitha would show her true face to them once, so they could see the face of the one that owned them. "... Cry. Die. And Say Goodbye, Little Baby Dolls."

All that was left for them of the experience was a bad taste in their mouths and a wooden construct in the image of one that they'd done wrong to, as an eternal reminder of their sins. A monument to them, even. And with that, Tabitha let the Traphouse have them from there.

Not much could be done by the now trapped Dolls now except to cling to each other even more than before, and hope that they didn't dwindle off too quickly before they actually did something useful for their survival, if anything at all. They were trapped here and only had themselves and each other, and nothing here was their friend or able to fall under their control. Traps were everywhere -- traps upon traps upon traps, even -- and every entity that they thought they could manipulate via ignorance like the Dolls in the Dollhouse would end up taking advantage of them and making them more damaged physically, emotionally, and mentally... And it didn't seem like there were any signs of stopping.

Here, these control freak passive-aggressive Dolls were the prey and the slaves of whatever was within the Traphouse -- the bottom of the food chain. So, all they could do was to delude themselves that this wasn't happening and make the best of the situation, sitting in darkness, talking about frivolous things, trying to keep each other in good spirits and mental places before any of them broke down and triggered the instability of anyone else.

They were so very desperate to maintain this that they actually had to fabricate rationalization just to make the best of the terrible situation. Things to say to only each other, whom were the only people they had now. When one of them was picked off, it damaged morale, and weakened the clique.

And so, that is how they slowly were diminished.

The Dollies were best to play with when they were delusional and on the brink of a full-on breakdown, despite what anyone else might have thought about their little society. When they were fake, they were boring -- when they were on edge, they were more real than they were when acting and pretending in their play-society. This was what they were -for real- on the inside -- unstable, fragile existences and unaware of the true nature of their identities.

You know, like Dolls.

They were meant to be played with in any and every possible way, be it sexually, mentally, emotionally, or just physically. Who didn't play with their toys in all of those ways and more? Were the toys any the wiser to this? No -- they were just played with and put in pretend, fake situations where they were what they were not -- anything except a Doll in a fabricated world. So too was the same for these 'living' dolls. And the experience was -much- more -realistic- because they were animated, and had personalities. But they were, ultimately, still Dolls -- fabricated beings living pretend lives in a fake society with falsified relationships and foundations all under the control of a higher power that they either did not know or understand or did not recognize.

Such was Tabitha to them.

"And This Little Dolly Went Into The Deeeep Parts Of The Traphouse, And Brought All Their Little Friends Down To Play, Because They Were Angry That They'd Even Had To Experience The Trauma That Drove Them Mad And Shattered Their Patina Of Civility! But..." Tabitha feigned an exaggerated gasp, drawing the Dolls along, "... The Deeper They Went Into The Traphouse, Trying To Find Out Who And What Had Disturbed Them, So They Could Get Their Own Satisfaction... The More Demented The Terrain Looked, Almost Like A Crime Scene..."

"Everyone's Lazy And Ugly And I'm Going To Take -Full-On- Advantage. With Malice, Of Course. Guess I Should Go Observe Them In Their Natural Habitat Some More. Lost Some Research Subjects. Boohoo -- There's A Billion Of Em. It's Been -AGES- Since I've Had A Meal Like THIS Before Me... On The Platter, Served Up. That's How I Made One Of My Favorite Stories. Oh, Man, Those Days Were Golden... Some Of My -Personal- Best Work."

"Gather Together, Birds In The Sky, For The Great Feast Of God -- When His Creations Were First Old Enough For Him To Eat."

"Now, You Want To Be Patient -Enough- To Eat The -Goats- For A Reason Now, Kiddos... Simmer Down And Let The Flames Take The Goats..."