Madhouse :: Deranged Dolls

The room grew dark, heavy with the weight of the information that had just been given. It would settle on the minds of each of the Deranged Dolls, and in the knowing that there was a being far superior that had such a level of control, they would see flashing in the back of their heads the face of their worst fears starting to churn, the worst of which was none of them having any control over anyone and their whole society being ripped apart. These dark thoughts would rend them internally, and either complete the Conversion by destroying the Derangement, or, further them into their Derangement and cause them to act out in Fear. This would separate the ones ready to emerge from the Madhouse with those that were doomed to remain inside.

The 'Fear' of the outside world, or rather, a world that functioned outside of the estranged society would captivate and enrapture the minds and eventually the bodies of each of the resting Deranged Dolls that did not jump up at the chance to exit the Madhouse immediately once they saw a better place than anything that they were at, unless they actually liked their environments. There would be pitch black bars like those of a prison all bound together in large long strands pouring down from over the doorway from what looked to be a disembodied head; pale and gray in the face.

However, those that wished to escape would not be locked in the clutches of this great darkness, nor even see it, in fact. The doorway would not be barred nor blocked off, and the head would not even be within their vision. Only the light of freedom could be seen for those that actually wanted to escape.

As the doors closed and the light faded, the head that oversaw the Dolls' exodus and the Deranged Dolls' resistance would begin to sing dauntingly in a haunting manner, "There Goes The Sun, Here Comes The Night; Somebody Turn On The Light..."

The bars of Fear that captivated each of the Deranged Dolls that attempted to hold their brethren back from a better life for selfish reasons would, indeed, be ensnared by their own Fear and, naturally, be easily seen and targeted by the rest of them, as well as the head, which continued on in song. "Somebody Tell Me That Fate Has Been Kind..."

The moment they reached the doorway, thin black strings like strands of hair would halt them, snatching at their arms, their legs and their heads respectively, and forcing whomever had a captive to let them go by command of the head of the Deranged Dolls. As the thin sliver of light slipped in through the closing cracks, the head sang in a morose tone, nearly laughing, "YOU CAN'T GO OUT, YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND!!!"

Finally, The Doors Shut And Locked.

"SIT DOWN!!!" It screeched, with a swift whip and crack of the neck, which would then yank all of the strings attached to the Deranged Dolls by each ebony hair on this head. It drew them all back to the walls with a powerful slam, and into each corner of the room, trembling in a growing Fear that was nigh uncontrollable. Where the head was, drooped over the doorway, as the darkness flooded the room, so too would the head sprout from the darkness as a pale woman with a single piercing red eye and a glowing smile on her face nearly as deranged as the dolls, if not more so. "I'm Not Locked In A Box With You; You're Locked In A Box With ME!!" The woman, who was of the utmost beauty and grace, down to the very suppleness of her skin and form, which was hugged by the darkness only at her most tender points, would snap her head around viciously in a maddened frenzy, giggling and sometimes cackling seemingly uncontrollably.

"HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! MINE!!! ALL MINE!!!"

She swirled around in a great glee and excitement, which pulled all of her strings all around and hurled doll after Deranged Doll into wall after wall, most likely to their enjoyment, if they were not stop captivated in Fear (or brought more into it). "Some of you will DANCE..." She commanded, drawing forth the Deranged Dolls that she would force to dance on whatever strings they were attached to, directly to her head. Most of them danced with each other, putting on a show for her. "... And some of you will SIT and have TEA with ME." She took a few steps forward, the dim glow of her pale legs slipping in and out of what looked to be a pool of darkness serving as her torso during her walk, until she was comfortably seated at the same table that the Dolls who escaped had once sat at. Naturally, the Deranged Dolls that were at her beck and call were drawn to the table with her, and would be forced to both make and serve her tea obediently.

"As for the REST of you," she commanded, lifting up the ones that weren't busy by their strings, "There's a SPECIAL order for YOU all..." Most of the ones she had here were the Elder Deranged Dolls, and the worst of the lot, at that. "Play. With. Me." This was not optional, as they would soon see, once the hand of the great darkness, indistinct from all the other darkness about the Madhouse, would close in around the selective targets and blot and block them out from everyone else, including each other. They would be carried by this dark hand, which would fold in upon itself within the shadows, to the 'Playground,' of sorts, just outside the boundaries of the 'Playhouse.'

Tabitha, who was already more than well prepared to go and play with her things, would slip into the crevice of the closing door of the Trap House underneath the Madhouse and leave the rest of the Deranged Dolls alone inside of the Madhouse, as they felt accustomed. "Teeheeheeheehee..." Thunder and lightning could be seen and heard downstairs and outside.