forum Amygdala's Rag Doll (Closed)

Started January 20, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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I can on the weekends, but not much any other time

ah, okay
(ikr?? hhhh i better start working on it at least by monday or else i'm probably going to fail english T-T)

Name: Bianca Young
Age: 19
Gender: female
Race: Human?
Looks: https://pin.it/wgha37ij64mu6w
Personality: Bianca is quite a stubborn girl, and will usually go chasing after her dreams, or whatever she wants to do, and doesn't back down easily. She'll protect her friends and family with her life, and although she often gets in trouble more times than she would think ideal, (at school or in the real world) Bianca doesn't really care, as long as she gets to go through life with her family, and her best friend Cassidy.
Background: She lives at home with her mother. She never knew her father, as he abandoned her mother when she told him that she was pregnant. Attends Cloverfield High, and somehow, just somehow she manages to pass all of her classes… barely.
Other: Her best friend is Cassidy Day, who looks like this

(I like her!)
(Any age you want, and nothing I can think of)

Name: Oliver, but most just refer to him as 'the rag doll'
Age: he doesn't really have one, literal is unknown but he looks and acts about twelve
Gender: didn't really have one, but prefers make pronouns. However, he'll take anything over the "it" most call him
Race: Automaton Rag Doll
Looks: About give feet, Oliver is made of cotton, grey with age. He has a plain shirt and pants, with one pant leg rolled up. Literal dirty blond hair, a permanently stocked smile, white button like eyes, and various patches all over him. Holes litter his hands, the edges burned to keep his stuffing and "blood' in. Nails stick out of his arms, and a tourniquet is tied on his left arm. A large copper wind-up sticks out of his back.
Personality: Oliver is basically a slave to his entire, unable to control then or his impulses. He's also pretty traumatized from how humans treat him. He doesn't really mean to at first, but he ends up hurting people.
Background: not much is known, even by him. There are literal holes in his memories- he remembers being made a long time ago, but not much else.
Other:

Thank you!
And alrighty, I'll update her template in just a sec!

Great! You ready for the starter?

Yup!

The attic was dusty, bits of mold spattered about. There were old, ancient boxes tucked into the corners, abandoned and forgotten. They almost seemed to be apart of the house- just as old, and it was like the two woods of the floor and box had melded together.
Oliver sat in one of these boxes, slumped over. He was dirty, mold nibbling at his fingertips. He hasn't been wound in a long time- his mind trapped in itself, slowly eating at itself.
Please.. please, somebody help me, he wanted to scream. But… He couldn't do a thing. He couldn't cry, couldn't whimper, couldn't… Anything. And he was so, so alone.

Bianca and Cassidy ran into the house, laughing and eyes bright. "I brought Cassidy home!" Bianca shouted in the general direction of her mother's room, then rushed upstairs after dumping her backpack from school on the floor. "Come on Cass! Don't be a slowpoke!" she called back down to her friend, stopping for a couple seconds and then continuing down the hall that continued after the stairs. Bianca didn't know exactly where she was going, until she stumbled upon an old, dusty staircase leading upwards. "Woah…" she whispered. "I didn't know we had a third floor!"

Cassidy finally made it to the second floor, after making some small talk with Bianca's mom, she called out to Bianca, "Bianca where are you?" After hearing a slightly muffled shout from the main hallway that no-one ever went down, she found her friend staring at a very old and dusty staircase. It didn't exactly look stable either. "Bianca, what are you doing?"

"Haha, that's a good question, I don't know either. Come on, let's go up and see what's in there!" Bianca beckoned for Cassidy to follow, having had a spur-of-the-moment thought. She then proceeded to run upstairs and stopped short when she entered the attic. "Hey Cassidy?" she started to say, in a less eager voice. "C'mere for a second… what do you think that is, over there in the corner?" Bianca pointed out a dark figure in the furthest corner of the room.

Cassidy ran up the stairs after Bianca, and came to stand by her side. "Hm? Oh, that? I dunno, let's go see!" She walked over to the box that the figure was sitting in, pulling Bianca over with her.

Bianca approached the figure slowly, and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she finally realized what it was. "Oh! It's an old automation wind up doll!" she exclaimed, picking it up and examining it.

A sound. The was the first new thing Oliver sensed. Footsteps, the creak of wood, voices. Oliver could have wept over just that. The next was touch- someone was picking him up. Then light, glorious light. And… A girl. Woman? A human, above him, holding him in her hand. His prayers had been heard, by whom ever was listening to a rag doll.

He stared up at the girl, her the only one he saw. He hung limply in her hand, silent. The motion of her lifting had jostled something, though, and for a brief moment he moved. Just a little twitch, his copper bones going stiff before relaxing again. At least his machinery was still in working condition.

Please, please, he begged in his mind, wind me. Let me live again.

"…what's that?" Cassidy asked, confused. But then again, one wouldn't have expected her to know the phrase. She didn't spend quite as much time looking at older things from the past, not like Bianca did.

"It's basically just a doll. Except it's kinda like an AI," Bianca explained. She might've been quite fascinated with the things of the past, but that didn't mean she wasn't up to date on modern news. "What should we do with it?"

Oliver was confused too. AI? He wondered to himself. Still, that didn't matter. What mattered is what these humans would do to him. He tried, again and again, to move, to tell these people that they should wind him, let him move, let him take breath again. But no, his body refused. Still, there was something in his eyes they could see. He was alive, on the inside, if only they would look. He didn't care if they only did it out of pity, so long as they wound him.

(Sorry I'm not really doing anything to further the plot, Oliver can't really do much of anything yet ;-;)

(That's okay Swim)

"Hmm… I don't know. Look! There's a little wind on the back, try winding it up! Maybe it'll say something funny," Cassidy suggested.

Bianca turned the doll over. "Oh, you're right! Yeah, I'll wind it up!" She grasped the handle and turned it several times, and then when she was satisfied, she set the doll on the floor to see what it would do.

(I understand! I'll be able to wait as long as need be)

Oliver gasped after the first wind of his key. He couldn't do much else until he was set down, and even then he had to go through his routine. He stood on the wooden floor for a moment, so happy to be free. Then, his gears kicked into action, and he started telling a story.
"Little Miss Muffet," a recording started. Oliver's body forced him to move his jaw up an down to it, but he didn't care. He was moving again, and that was all that mattered.
"Sat on her tuffet-" his knees jerked down, a pantomime of sitting- "eating her curds and wey." his arm moved, a hand going from his lap to his mouth over and over.
"But along came a spider, who say down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away!" Oliver jetted up again, his run cycle exaggerated as he made his way across the floor. He barely noticed the hole he was heading for, and by the time the routine had ended he was falling in.
"Please help me!" He cried out in fear, in his own voice now, trying to catch the edge of the hole to save himself. One of the humans would save him, right? He didn't want to be left forgotten in this place again.

(oooo inspiration !! yayyyy)

Bianca leapt back in terror almost as soon as the doll had stopped the jerky movements. "I- Cassidy, what's the doll doing??"

Cassidy couldn't do much either, she stood as still as a statue, in shock. Finally, she was able to dash forward, grabbing the doll out of the hole, but just as quickly as she had done so, she darted backwards, not wanting to be close to the doll.

Oliver was down on one knee, breathing heavily. He didn't need to, but it felt so good to just be able to do this simple thing. He dipped his head down to the girls out of respect. Unlike before, his motions were as fluid as a human's now.
"Thank you," he said softly. "For saving me. I… I've been trapped here for so long…" He peaked up at the girls, feeling his key winding away in his back. How much longer did he have? Would they wind him again? A terror gripped him- would they run away? He couldn't reach the key himself!
"Please- please don't let me, let me wind down…." His voice was soft, terrified.

"Bianca," Cassidy started in a low voice. "What- what is that, that thing over there?"

Bianca couldn't find an answer to her friend's question, and stood still.
(I'm sorry i know exactly what i want them to do but i don't know how to write it kjsdfkljfksdlskfd)