(omg I totally understand, don't worry about it)
Oliver was still for a moment longer, but he couldn't sit still for long. Not after so many years doing that. He stood up, bouncing on the heels of his feet.
"My name is Oliver," he said, unable to keep the joy from his face. He was moving again. He was free! He grinned, doing a cartwheel. He was so quick to change from one emotion to the next- from scared to joyous, just like that.
"Thank you again for saving me! I've been stuck up here for so long, it feels good to move again!"
(yeah sorry, i'm pretty low on actual inspiration)
(Hello. This looks very interesting. I'll stalk.)
(kljsdkjldfskjl sorry you have to put up with my very delayed responses, then, both of you)
(Big bump)
(~inspiration~)
(hhhhhhh sorryyyyy)
(geez its been a month already??? kjfsdk.jdfs)
(uhh)
(will try to come up with something soon? no promises tho, again sorryyyyyyy)
(It's alright, no worries!)
(If you don't think you can continue, don't worry)
(Just let me know <3)
"It- it's alive," Bianca whispered to her friend. "Is this supposed to happen with old wind-up dolls? Why is it so happy?"
Cassidy just looked at Bianca, shrugging. "How am I supposed to know anything? Oh god, why is it moving so much- why can it even speak in the first place??"
(okay it's bad)
(sorry, but uh)
(it works i guess?)
Oliver watched the two girls, sitting down.
"Alive?" He asked, a little confused. "I'm not alive." He remembered someone telling him that, long ago. One of the few memories that hadn't corrupted.
"And I'm happy because you saved me!"
"But you're moving, and you're talking, but you're just an old wind-up doll! As far as I'm concerned, dolls in general shouldn't even be able to move or talk of its own free will in the first place!" Bianca explained, still very suspicious of Oliver. After all, she'd never seen anything like him before.
"I…" The words hit Oliver like a sack of bricks. "I'm sorry," he said. He did his best not to cry, rubbing at his eyes. This was all the freedom he was going to get. Once he wound down, that was it. They'd take him away, just leave him trapped in his mind, and use him as an ornament. Or leave him up here again. He took in a wavering breath, terrified.
"I-I'm sorry," he said again, closing his eyes and still trying not to cry.
(this bump is 100% for me alone so I don't lose this)
(Do not feel obligated to respond, I can wait as long as need be)
(okay haha, i'll put this back in my todo list while i make a list of things i wanna put in my reply but for the love of god cannot put into a paragraph today for some reason)
(that's alright! I look forward to the response when you can! <3)
…sorry? Did this doll actually have feelings? Oh no, she'd made him- wait, she was referring to the doll- it- as a male now?? Okay, let's try again, Bianca told herself, sighing. She'd made it sad, but it wasn't exactly her fault- it was a doll! And after all, talking, sentient wind-up dolls weren't exactly common, or rare. In fact, they were rarer than rare, as they were almost never seen.
Oliver trembled while Bianca didn't respond, beginning to cry. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to get rid of the… Liquid coming from them. It wasn't water. Perhaps oil? All Oliver knew was he wasn't going to get a happy ending.
(kjlsfjkls i'm sorry, i'm not really vibing with this rp ;-;)
(wish i could actually be excited for this rp, but it's only been recently have i discovered what i really means to be dedicated to an rp jklsflk)
(so ima hafta drop this one, but if you're down for an oxo romance, i'd be happy to try doing that!)
(Okay then! An oxo is good with me!)
(aaa thank you for being okay with it all! yea, i have like three prompts that i may or may not have stolen from amber but isokie and shall i make another thread and tag you in it?)
