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Tweak says, "I was hit by a bus!"

Alison Bridgerton (rarecreature) wrote in dunwichgame,
@ 2024-02-08 13:17:00

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!log/thread/narrative, ∙ plot: 013 rock lobster, ◌ inactive: alison heywood, ◌ inactive: enjolras

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ALISON & ENJOLRAS
"Mama-"
haunted dolls and who knows • 8 february
⚠ hauntings, ghosts, tbd
complete

The shop had been mostly busy that morning, and Alison had been early working on some final alterations and ordering some other requested items for the upcoming lobster celebrations. There was finally a lull in the crowds, and so she was going down all the rows, returning items to their spots and tidying up as she went. There was soft music playing through the speakers, and staff was at the counter or in other spots of the shop, Jimmy relaxing in the front window. Alison hummed along as she worked, focusing on her tasks.

All in all, it was easy enough. Until she reached the dressing rooms. Piles of clothes had been left inside the stalls, and when she moved them out, there was a wet spot and..she wasn't even entirely sure what it was on the floors. Gross.

Sighing, Alison made sure that everything that was in the other stalls were hung up before moving to the janitorial closet to find some cleaning supplies. She brought the cart over, finding a disinfectant and spraying the space down, letting it soak while she started on the mirrors.

She hadn't had a reflection in months, so it wasn't any surprise to her that she still didn't. Alison fell quiet as she reached up, wiping down the mirrors. When she set the cloth back on the cart she turned back around, screaming in surprise as she was startled by her reflection in the mirror, and the appearance of the doll on the bench.

"Mama-"

Its voice was almost mechanical, high pitched, but not too loud. The head turned toward Alison and she screamed again as its arms raised in her direction.

"Ma…ma-"

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	rarecreature 2024-02-20 03:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Where do we even go?" Alison asked, dropping the broom, turning to follow Enjolras. "Wait- the break room?" She tugged him behind the counter, ducking into the room that staff used for lunches and tea breaks. She slammed the door shut behind them, leaning against it as she turned back to Enjolras. "I don't know what to do. Or who to call." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

barricades
2024-02-21 05:07 pm UTC (link)

It did seem like an impossible situation, didn't it? There had to be a solution. There always was. But Enj certainly didn't have enough experience with magic or supernatural horrors to provide one. But he did know this: that doll certainly needed to be dealt with.

After a moment of collecting himself in the break room, Enjolras squared his shoulders. "I'm going to try to destroy it."

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	rarecreature 2024-02-21 05:19 pm UTC (link)
	"I- what?" Alison cried out. Her eyes widened and she looked at her brother. "Enjolras, I-" She didn't want him to get hurt, or worse, haunted as well. "Please be careful?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

barricades
2024-02-21 05:25 pm UTC (link)

He could hear it, just on the other side of that door. The doll had followed them, just as he figured it would. He could hear it crying for Alison, that mama, mama perfectly audible there in the break room. Enjolras couldn't say he had a plan, but he'd be damned if he was going to allow this to continue. So he braced himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he swung open the door, and -

Nothing.

Enjolras blinked.

The doll had been there just seconds prior. He took a deep breath and stepped out into the store, but the doll was nowhere to be found. He glanced back at Alison, puzzled.

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	rarecreature 2024-02-21 05:29 pm UTC (link)
	Alison stepped back as he swung the door open, freezing when she realized that everything had gone silent. "What-" She stepped forward to the doorway, looking around. "She's gone?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	barricades 2024-02-21 05:33 pm UTC (link)
	Enjolras couldn't say that he trusted it, but it did appear that the doll had decided to leave them be. "For now, perhaps." Which implied that he believed the doll could return whenever it wished. But next time, he'd be ready with a weapon. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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