Madhouse :: Deranged Dolls

The Deranged Dolls that wanted to escape and were bright enough to figure out that it meant taking a shot straight out of the door and right into the light on the other side would take it after they were sure that the others were terrified and wouldn't move. Those with minds to move would take it one by one, with the first one to take the shot for freedom being the one that triggered the rest of them that were going, which would pick up in size the more of them saw others taking the steps before them.

*Thus, the first one would be the most notable.

However, the ones that were afraid of leaving were also afraid of losing everyone, so they attempted to cling as much as they could whenever they could to keep people they knew they had under their control from leaving, specifically so that they could control them. Others would even get up to grab them and bring them back into their spots, where they weren't supposed to move from. Whomever could be snatched by the Deranged Dolls, especially the Elder Deranged Dolls would do so.

Once This Began To Happen, The Door Would Close More Swiftly, And Whomever Would Be Left Behind Would Be Left Behind, To Prevent The Ones That Were Still Defective From Getting Inside The Dollhouse Beyond The Madhouse.

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!!!"


"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.


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.'

The darkness that came over the Madhouse was nigh maddening to the Deranged Dolls, both in terror and in loathing. Some of the Elder Deranged Dolls, that usually did not come out of their place, and simply allowed the 'Deranged Doll' youths to battle it out, would become far more savage and vehemently vicious, even to the young, whilst everyone was completely startled or blinded or stunned by everything that just happened. They destroyed whatever came in their paths in order to get to a place where no one and nothing could see them nor tell the tale about it.

Some Agents from the Dollhouse slipped in and scooped up the ones that were most sensible and rational of the Elder Deranged Dolls, and invited them to the 'Traphouse,' explaining that it was a sort of safe house from what was about to occur. Those that would come would come.