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The Fake Reality?
When a bizzar doll maker, goes nuts.
Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1SU4bJ4WS8&feature=related
ehehe this whole main idea is more based of a thought i've had for a long time whad id like to be able to do. exept the dieing part and other stuff. XD Hope you guys like thus rp.

***chapter one***
This is a story about a doll maker. Who got traped in a false reality and distroyed herself but yet lived on. This is a story of the creations, who are apart of her, but yet are themselves. This is a story, based off of an entirety, a life of its self. A story about a girl who got obsessed with the idea entirely. Used dark magic. Made the creations come to life. And thus, destroying her very soul. But are these creations really real?


***chapter two***
Once apon a time, their was a doll maker named eva. All the dolls and creations she designed by hand from clay were exquisite. And every one who visited her shop loved her. But she was a strange girl. Most everything she made was some random design. And idea that poped in her head that wad doable and sell able. But only characters she saw fit. However, as know one knew, she was actulay a witch. Yes, she used spells and potions and what not. Not a mean which. A friendly one. More of a species than a craft. However, as she furthered into her magic, into her likings, and into her creations, she realized something. She could actulay bring her creations to life.
One slight isue was, the cerations had to be known to not only her. but to others. bringing all ideas together to create it's actual spirit. So that was it could be it's self and not just one persons opinion. What could she do to make that happen? Naturally, now, she had storys on the store walls. Of dolls she saposidely not made yet, but gave them a history. put them every where. Spread the word enough, so she could make them real. And at least, if anyone saw them, they might know who the doll was.
So as she progressed her work, everyone kept seeing an over stock of strange almost bizzar based products. But the ones that were on the racks to her were failures. The real creations were in her studio in the back where no one was allowed. But they had to be perfect, for she could only use the spell once to bring whatever creations she wished to life. However, she made many, many, and many more. Eventually she closed the shop because she was spending to much time on them and not on the dolls to sell. But the shop was where she lived, so she still continued in her studio.
And when the girl was finally done, she cast her spell, to bring the many dolls and creations to life. And what to ya know. It worked. but at a terrible price. With each creation made, they tear out a piece of her soul to live. Until their was about nothing left of her to even live or let alone breath.
"one....more.......s..." the girl could not even finish her words as the scrawny bony body drawled on the floor across the room in desperation. She must, get to the last doll, the only one that didn't sell, before the spell wore off.
1 minute. The girl crawled and crawled. each time taking her breath away and having to stop for half a second to try to get it back.
30 seconds. "try.....t....ry...." nearly there. There before her lay a demonic like doll with devilish like wings and a tail included.
15 seconds. 'If...only I could get to her. A non known doll. Using the spell I could put my soul into her, leave this body and live on."
10 seconds. ' Gosh body, climb!"
4..3..2.........With a shreaking cry and a sudden burst of light, the little girl finally made it to her destination barely in time. And as expected, the last bit of her soul left was transfered into the doll. And sence the doll was only known to her, she would live in it, instead of it acting on it's own and not as another character.
Slowly she got up. the room seemed tall. dark. was this really how any small being saw the world? a big scary dark place? But as the creations left the room, she felt weaker, and weaker. And till all but one left, she could barely stand. Why was he still here? Was he the only one going to thank her for life? or destroy her on the spot? It slowly backed up. Twitching, getting the clay like body used to moving like a real body. With the piece of soul she provided, it was able to bend in ways the clay would not normally allow, but logically how the idea of it would allow. Until it finally stop twitching it walked forward. The girl, feeling her strength in the fake body rising, walked also to him. Until she finally got up face to face, in the strangly actual size doll.
"wh....who are you?" strength. She could feel it slipping away. Al the creations went further and further, her strength started to slip from the parting.
"you know who I am." he responded.
"no..I..." she felt dizzy. the world, spinning. the whole time she walked to him, as she realized it, the world was fussy from lack of strength. where are they going? why is he here? why am I here? Why do you look worried? the world. The world is falling. I can't move. I can't see. Where are you? Where am I? Where are they?
As the doll colapsed, the creation was barely quick enough to catch her from falling to the floor. But with that physical contact of strength, she was able to re open her eyes. As if feeling life flowing back into her.
"Oh, its you." she said, staring back into the dolls glass fruitful eyes.