Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- >"Hey Anon. You wanna come over to my place and play dolls?"
- "Okay then?"
- >She claps out of joy.
- >"C'mon!"
- >Alright, looks like you're stuck to this.
- >You follow Fluttershy as she almost runs off.
- >"Come on in! I have it all set up next to the bed."
- >Her room is simple, yet cozy.
- >Animal posters cover the walls, a frilly bed in the corner, and a desk with a mirror on the opposite side.
- >In the middle of the room is a small doll house with four dolls: a little girl with a boy, and what you can assume are their parents, an adult male with a female.
- >"I'll be the mother, and you'll be the father, okay?"
- >You almost want to demand on being the little girl just to fuck with her, but the smile that she has makes your bitter heart melt.
- "Sure."
- >You take the doll and listen to her.
- >"So, I'm the mother that makes sure that her children are fine."
- "And what do I do?"
- >"That's easy; you are the father that leaves for hours on end doing who knows what."
- "It's because of my terrible, shitty boss that keeps me around so that he can make my life even more of a miserable hell?"
- >"No, you go out with your friends and come back late at night.
- >You stay silent.
- "I'm drunk off my ass, am I?"
- >"No, you only drink light alcohol."
- "Fluttershy."
- >"Hmm?"
- "Where have you seen this?"
- >"It's from my mom and dad."
- >You drop your shoulders, along with the doll.
- "How would you run a relationship? I want to see that."
- >Seeing her wide eyes with a smile shows how much this means to her.
- >"Okay, we had two beautiful children and married for twelve years, We manage to work around our schedules to keep a happy and active family, while we still work."
- "I'm following."
- >"I work at the local animal shelter, and you work at an office cubical."
- >Fucking damnit!
- >Screw it, just roll with her fantasy.
- >"During your time there, you work with this temptress that has been your co-worker for the last five years and tried to pass a move on you for the last few weeks."
- >...
- >”But you didn’t fall for it and continued working, no matter how short her skirt was or how many buttons were undone on her shirt.”
- >You watch as her beady eyes start to make their way on you.
- >”But I still knew and kept you locked away in the closet when I knocked you out in the car.”
- >She grabs your doll and hides it in the house.
- >”Oh, how you plead that it would never happen ever again. I wanted to believe it, but it was hard when she was there.”
- >Fluttershy puts it back in your hand.
- >”But it’s fine. There was a work related accident with her. Something about losing her fingers in a photocopier accident?”
- >You scoot away from Fluttershy, thinking that this isn’t a safe place to play anymore.
- >”Is something wrong Anon? You’re not leaving, aren’t you?”
- “N-no, I just needed to get comfortable.”
- >”Oh. Where was I?”
- “My co-worker and a photocopier?”
- >"Yeah, there we are. And if you looked at that poor excuse of a slut one more time, you will find her lifeless body at the bottom of a ravine.”
- “Can I use your restroom?”
- >”Am I making you that uncomfortable, Anon?”
- >You choose not to answer.
- >”That’s okay, we can get used to each other’s problems.”
- >She moves her doll over to make it stand by the one in your hand.
- >”And if we cannot do that, we can always fix them.”
- >She uses her other hand to grab the doll's left arm and yanks it right off.
- “Can I go? I have some stuff to do back home.”
- >She drops her doll and grabs your arm.
- >”We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way.”
- (Skip to 106 for the bad ending, continue reading for the good ending.)
- >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1xOq8zFK3c
- >You eye the doll and start to worry about how she would do that.
- >Those weren't just threats that she made, they were also promises.
- >She was going to have it one way or another.
- >You may as well commit before this gets any worse.
- >By that decision, you sit back down and grab your doll.
- >She drops her threatening look and smiles.
- >"Good, but I think we need to relax, don't you think?"
- >You aren't sure if that was aimed at you, or it was for herself.
- >It could be both, for all that you can distinguish.
- >She stands up to guide you over to the bed.
- >"Come on, I think you need to get even more comfortable."
- >You follow her lead, frightened with this might lead to.
- >She slides in, pulling you under the bed cover.
- >”Now, wrap your arms around my waist.”
- >You do so, almost sweating in the process.
- >”Calm down, I won’t do anything drastic.” She calmly says when turning over to face you. “As long that you’re here, both of us will be happy.”
- >Your hands still rest on her hips, holding that position.
- >”You can squeeze it, if you want.”
- >You give it a small squeeze, giving extra caution to keep yourself on her good side.
- >”Mmm~” She closes her eyes and shifts around to snuggle into your chest. “You’ll do wonders for me.”
- >You warm up to her by sliding your arms completely around her.
- >Maybe this isn’t so bad.
- >You wake up.
- >To your surprise, you are in a completely different room with Fluttershy nowhere to be seen.
- >You get up, realizing that your hands are tied behind your back.
- >It’s poorly lit, but you can see well enough in this damp room.
- >It has… every part of what makes a house and tries to be one.
- >To your right is a drawer with an oval mirror that looks older when you remember Fluttershy’s mirror.
- >There’s a hose arched down, identifying it as some sort of makeshift sink.
- >On the left of it is an old refrigerator.
- >In the farthest corner is...
- >Is that a bucket that’s dressed up like a toilet?
- >You hear a door quickly opening up and closing.
- >You sit up, struggling to slip out of the rope.
- >”Darn, I knew I should’ve kept my eye on you.” Fluttershy steps into the light, showing her new attire. A long, light green dress with shoes to match.
- “What is this!?”
- >”What do you mean? We’re still playing as a happy family down here.” She crawls up on the bed, slowly making her way towards you.
- “B-but… why?!”
- >”A place all to ourselves, and no one would interrupt us down here." She stops when her hand rests on your knee. "Play nice and I just might let you out.”
- BAD END
- >She’s flat out insane. There is no way you’re going to put up with this, not even if you were going to pretend it.
- >You push her away and slip your arm out of her grasp.
- >In an instant, you are up and fumbling with the lock on her door.
- “Come on…”
- >Just as you got it, something hard yet malleable smashes over your head.
- >You fall down, looking around to see bits of colourful pieces from what appears to be from the dollhouse. You look up, confirming your suspicion as Fluttershy stands there in a menacing stance, holding what’s left of the dollhouse.
- >You start to get up, but immediately stop as she continues smashing you with the dollhouse, repeatedly until the base of it is left.
- >You close your eyes and try to cover your face from the beating, even though it’s futile as the plastic fragments slip through your fingers and scratch your face.
- >By the time that it’s over, you see drops of blood around the floor.
- >You look over to see Fluttershy, enraged and impatient. She brings her foot up and strikes you with the bottom of her shoe.
- >You fall back, aching in pain and slowly losing consciousness.
- >”I tried to give you a chance.”
- >A slight pain now grows into an immense nightmare that awakens you from your slumber.
- >You shoot your eyes open, quickly looking around to find yourself in a basement, tied to a chair with Fluttershy wielding something.
- >”Sit still, I’m almost done cutting through the bone marrow.” She politely asks.
- “WHAT IN THE MASSAGED FUCK ARE YOU DO-- ARGH!”
- >She continues digging through your right shoulder with a hacksaw
- >You scream to the top of your lungs, finally stopping when the colossal pain dims down. Through your screaming, there was a loud thud right beside you.
- >You whimper, listening to your arm drip blood as Fluttershy covers it up with a roll of bandages, along with a towel to keep it pressured down.
- >”You… fucking MANIAC!” You shout out. “WHY!?”
- >Her cold, emotionless expression terrify you.
- >”You need me.”
- “W… what!?”
- >She drops the hacksaw and sits in your lap.
- >”You’ll need me now. It might be an entirely different direction we’re in now, but I can make this work.”
- “Make this work!? MY FUCKING ARM IS SAWED OFF!”
- >”And you’ll lose conscious from blood loss and I’ll take you to the hospital, still with you the entire time.”
- >You snivel from the striking pain that still irks you.
- >”Don’t worry, it won’t be long.” She slides her blood covered finger over your cheek. “You’ll be safe and by my side soon enough…”
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement