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Excerpt from Pinocchio is Bleeding #2: A Toy Story
In place of the December meme today I'm just gonna leave this here, and I'll move the days along for the meme. I still don't know if I'm up to answering comments tonight. *looks at time* Nope, that's probably not going to happen.
Warnings: crack and, uh, references to sexual assault on a Barbie doll.
They heard a little voice calling, "Daddy!" from a few rooms over, and Mark apologised and hurriedly went to deal with his daughter. Duke and Nathan looked at each other. "Probably the wife leaving that started up the Trouble in the kid," Nathan said. "I don't get the impression he's trying to use the Trouble to cover up abuse that he's done. There's no way he could predict people turning up who already knew about the bear." He cast around the room and held Barbie out at arm's length. "I can't believe this ends up being a dangerous Trouble. Toy's coming to life is every kid's fantasy."
"It's not dangerous," Duke agreed, "unless you're a little perv who sleeps in the same room as your victims."
Nathan stared at him and Duke took Barbie from his hand; held her up. "Anatomically incorrect, but like we cared at that age? What's she doing in his room to start with? See, I remember what I used to get up to with my -- with girls' dolls."
Nate snorted. He already knew this: Duke had stolen a couple from a girl at school and it had become kind of a thing for him, for a while. He'd even drawn little genitals and nipples on them with a fine marker pen.
"Anyway, my point is, I shudder to imagine anything that suddenly thinks and feels being treated the way any improbably-proportioned small, naked female mannequin in a teenage boy's hands would--"
Barbie bit him.
Duke howled, and with a moment's quick flash to the state of the bear after the car accident flashed before his eyes, he managed not to drop her onto the floor five feet below, but it was a close thing. But little hands pried at the inside of his fingernail and tiny teeth ravaged the flesh on his finger. "You freakin' little bitch!" he yelped, managing to hush his voice. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Men!" a scornful little high-pitch voice said. "You're all the same. It's disgusting." At least she had to unhitch her teeth to talk, but she was still savaging his cuticle. Nathan, pulling a face, reached out and grabbed her around the middle, pulling her away from Duke. She beat at his hand with her little fists, legs kicking ineffectually. Her head shook side-to-side, tossing her hair, and her little nipple-less cleavage even kind of bounced and Duke abruptly felt... bad.
"He's just a kid," Nathan said, turning the living doll up to face him. "You stuck pins in him?"
Ouch. That one struck a little close to home for Duke.
"That bastard deserved it! Assault! Degredation! Depravity! I'm the victim here!"
"And the peg?" Nathan snarled. Barbie's pointy fingertips were drawing blood but he was indifferent to the tiny woman.
"It made my arms ache to move that spring. But it was worth it! Hah! Will the shitty kid do that again? No! See!"
"He's a child. You're not even real." Nathan's face twisted. "At least... you're not supposed to be real. And he had no idea, right?" He turned helplessly to Duke, who shrugged. Because if this family did know that the toys had a tendency to get up and move around when nobody was watching...
"Kids are assholes. Who knows? I'd be more cautious if I knew my sister's toys came to life."
"We already know what you did," Nathan said wryly.
"Yeah!" put in Barbie And she threw a piece of fluff at Duke.
"Jesus!" It wasn't the impact of the fuzzy ball that cranked up Duke's stress levels but the sudden realisation where it had come from. "Shit, Nathan. That bitch has mined right down to stuffing."
Barbie pulled out another piece of fluff and gawped at it "Wait. Humans... don't do that." Then she got more incensed. "I'm not real? I'm not real?! Fake people! Fake people!"
Duke grabbed her and closed a hand around her head. "Shut... up," he hissed. Nathan was poking at his hand in dismay, but it was a tiny hole, and it had taken Barbie's tiny hands to pull stuffing out of it. It wasn't seeping any more, or in need of any urgent attention.
Duke could feel Barbie fighting and struggling inside his closed fists, and yeah, he felt bad. He felt like a fucking heel. She was making "mf!" noises that were increasingly sounding like little sobs and her struggles were weakening. "Okay, okay, okay," he burst out, loosening his hands for just a moment, then tightening them again. "I want to let you out. But you need to behave and you need to be quiet."
"Is that a good idea?" Nathan asked, still glaring at his hand and very surly.
"She's a fraction the size of us, and naked, and the little fucker did assault her. It's fucking sick."
"She's a toy," he hissed back.
"So are we!"
"Speak for yourself." Nathan shook his head and half turned away, the line of his shoulders expressing his displeasure.
Duke scowled and let go anyway. He offered the palm of his hand for Barbie to climb onto, and she swung over and scampered up his sleeve to his shoulder, then twisted her hands into his collar. After a moment, it became clear she wasn't strong enough to twist it hard enough to constrict his breathing, and he relaxed his abrupt panic and stopped pawing at her. He laughed instead. "What are you trying to do, nine-inch-girl?"
She bit his ear and Duke yelled and cursed and flailed again. "I don't like you," she said. "You're just like him. And you! You're going to put me in a box and lock me away!"
"Get off him or I'll do it now," Nathan said.
It really did feel horribly like bullying, but Duke still flailed and flattened his hand protectively over his ear before he said, "Leave her alone."
"She's feral," Nathan pointed out, "and you can't keep her."
"I don't want to keep her! Just... we need a different answer, okay?" He poked a finger up at where he assumed Barbie was, still covering his ear, which did nothing to help his peripheral vision. "Are you gonna behave?" She didn't bite him again, at least. "She can't stay here, right?"
"If she's torturing kids?" Nathan spelled out flatly. "No."
"So you gotta take her into custody."
"No box!" Barbie piped up.
"Shh!" Duke jerked his finger warningly. "You are this close, I swear." He tentatively ventured to remove his hand from his ear to twist and see her better.
"She'd walk straight through the bars of the cells," Nathan said. "We could always get a hamster cage."
The miniature woman put her hands to her head and wailed. Duke made a grab for her and missed as she slid down his back. She fell off him somewhere around mid-thigh and made a pitiful noise as she hit the floor.
"Oh, fuck." Duke sort of caged his hands around her to stop her running off. "Shit. Are you all right?" The goddamn teddy bear, he thought again. Real, red guts all over the place.
She kicked him, so he figured she was okay and breathed a sigh of relief. Nathan loomed over them, then wavered a moment in obvious indecision, then went over and rummaged among the toys in the corner and came back with a little pair of dungarees from an obviously bigger doll. He poked them nto the cage of Duke's fingers. "Get dressed... Miss. You're being detained by the police. You need to come with us."
Duke stared at him.
"She's a little person," Nathan said defensively, standing up. "So I'm gonna... what?"
Duke shook his head. Muffled noises came from Barbie and he averted his head out of some weird sense of shame for the doll's modesty -- even though she'd been naked the whole time so far. He felt her hair brush his palm as she moved around, shuffling to pull the clothes on. "This is so fucking weird."
"Fake humans," muttered the Living Doll in retaliation.
She poked her head out of a gap between his fingers and he cautiously lifted his hands a few inches. She stood up, wavering on the pile of the rug she'd landed on, which was a lot more uneven for her feet than theirs.
"You going to come quietly?" Nathan asked. She nodded, and he cautiously reached down and picked her up. "Just remember to stay a toy while we're in front of anyone else," he murmured, a long-suffering note in his voice.
Warnings: crack and, uh, references to sexual assault on a Barbie doll.
They heard a little voice calling, "Daddy!" from a few rooms over, and Mark apologised and hurriedly went to deal with his daughter. Duke and Nathan looked at each other. "Probably the wife leaving that started up the Trouble in the kid," Nathan said. "I don't get the impression he's trying to use the Trouble to cover up abuse that he's done. There's no way he could predict people turning up who already knew about the bear." He cast around the room and held Barbie out at arm's length. "I can't believe this ends up being a dangerous Trouble. Toy's coming to life is every kid's fantasy."
"It's not dangerous," Duke agreed, "unless you're a little perv who sleeps in the same room as your victims."
Nathan stared at him and Duke took Barbie from his hand; held her up. "Anatomically incorrect, but like we cared at that age? What's she doing in his room to start with? See, I remember what I used to get up to with my -- with girls' dolls."
Nate snorted. He already knew this: Duke had stolen a couple from a girl at school and it had become kind of a thing for him, for a while. He'd even drawn little genitals and nipples on them with a fine marker pen.
"Anyway, my point is, I shudder to imagine anything that suddenly thinks and feels being treated the way any improbably-proportioned small, naked female mannequin in a teenage boy's hands would--"
Barbie bit him.
Duke howled, and with a moment's quick flash to the state of the bear after the car accident flashed before his eyes, he managed not to drop her onto the floor five feet below, but it was a close thing. But little hands pried at the inside of his fingernail and tiny teeth ravaged the flesh on his finger. "You freakin' little bitch!" he yelped, managing to hush his voice. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Men!" a scornful little high-pitch voice said. "You're all the same. It's disgusting." At least she had to unhitch her teeth to talk, but she was still savaging his cuticle. Nathan, pulling a face, reached out and grabbed her around the middle, pulling her away from Duke. She beat at his hand with her little fists, legs kicking ineffectually. Her head shook side-to-side, tossing her hair, and her little nipple-less cleavage even kind of bounced and Duke abruptly felt... bad.
"He's just a kid," Nathan said, turning the living doll up to face him. "You stuck pins in him?"
Ouch. That one struck a little close to home for Duke.
"That bastard deserved it! Assault! Degredation! Depravity! I'm the victim here!"
"And the peg?" Nathan snarled. Barbie's pointy fingertips were drawing blood but he was indifferent to the tiny woman.
"It made my arms ache to move that spring. But it was worth it! Hah! Will the shitty kid do that again? No! See!"
"He's a child. You're not even real." Nathan's face twisted. "At least... you're not supposed to be real. And he had no idea, right?" He turned helplessly to Duke, who shrugged. Because if this family did know that the toys had a tendency to get up and move around when nobody was watching...
"Kids are assholes. Who knows? I'd be more cautious if I knew my sister's toys came to life."
"We already know what you did," Nathan said wryly.
"Yeah!" put in Barbie And she threw a piece of fluff at Duke.
"Jesus!" It wasn't the impact of the fuzzy ball that cranked up Duke's stress levels but the sudden realisation where it had come from. "Shit, Nathan. That bitch has mined right down to stuffing."
Barbie pulled out another piece of fluff and gawped at it "Wait. Humans... don't do that." Then she got more incensed. "I'm not real? I'm not real?! Fake people! Fake people!"
Duke grabbed her and closed a hand around her head. "Shut... up," he hissed. Nathan was poking at his hand in dismay, but it was a tiny hole, and it had taken Barbie's tiny hands to pull stuffing out of it. It wasn't seeping any more, or in need of any urgent attention.
Duke could feel Barbie fighting and struggling inside his closed fists, and yeah, he felt bad. He felt like a fucking heel. She was making "mf!" noises that were increasingly sounding like little sobs and her struggles were weakening. "Okay, okay, okay," he burst out, loosening his hands for just a moment, then tightening them again. "I want to let you out. But you need to behave and you need to be quiet."
"Is that a good idea?" Nathan asked, still glaring at his hand and very surly.
"She's a fraction the size of us, and naked, and the little fucker did assault her. It's fucking sick."
"She's a toy," he hissed back.
"So are we!"
"Speak for yourself." Nathan shook his head and half turned away, the line of his shoulders expressing his displeasure.
Duke scowled and let go anyway. He offered the palm of his hand for Barbie to climb onto, and she swung over and scampered up his sleeve to his shoulder, then twisted her hands into his collar. After a moment, it became clear she wasn't strong enough to twist it hard enough to constrict his breathing, and he relaxed his abrupt panic and stopped pawing at her. He laughed instead. "What are you trying to do, nine-inch-girl?"
She bit his ear and Duke yelled and cursed and flailed again. "I don't like you," she said. "You're just like him. And you! You're going to put me in a box and lock me away!"
"Get off him or I'll do it now," Nathan said.
It really did feel horribly like bullying, but Duke still flailed and flattened his hand protectively over his ear before he said, "Leave her alone."
"She's feral," Nathan pointed out, "and you can't keep her."
"I don't want to keep her! Just... we need a different answer, okay?" He poked a finger up at where he assumed Barbie was, still covering his ear, which did nothing to help his peripheral vision. "Are you gonna behave?" She didn't bite him again, at least. "She can't stay here, right?"
"If she's torturing kids?" Nathan spelled out flatly. "No."
"So you gotta take her into custody."
"No box!" Barbie piped up.
"Shh!" Duke jerked his finger warningly. "You are this close, I swear." He tentatively ventured to remove his hand from his ear to twist and see her better.
"She'd walk straight through the bars of the cells," Nathan said. "We could always get a hamster cage."
The miniature woman put her hands to her head and wailed. Duke made a grab for her and missed as she slid down his back. She fell off him somewhere around mid-thigh and made a pitiful noise as she hit the floor.
"Oh, fuck." Duke sort of caged his hands around her to stop her running off. "Shit. Are you all right?" The goddamn teddy bear, he thought again. Real, red guts all over the place.
She kicked him, so he figured she was okay and breathed a sigh of relief. Nathan loomed over them, then wavered a moment in obvious indecision, then went over and rummaged among the toys in the corner and came back with a little pair of dungarees from an obviously bigger doll. He poked them nto the cage of Duke's fingers. "Get dressed... Miss. You're being detained by the police. You need to come with us."
Duke stared at him.
"She's a little person," Nathan said defensively, standing up. "So I'm gonna... what?"
Duke shook his head. Muffled noises came from Barbie and he averted his head out of some weird sense of shame for the doll's modesty -- even though she'd been naked the whole time so far. He felt her hair brush his palm as she moved around, shuffling to pull the clothes on. "This is so fucking weird."
"Fake humans," muttered the Living Doll in retaliation.
She poked her head out of a gap between his fingers and he cautiously lifted his hands a few inches. She stood up, wavering on the pile of the rug she'd landed on, which was a lot more uneven for her feet than theirs.
"You going to come quietly?" Nathan asked. She nodded, and he cautiously reached down and picked her up. "Just remember to stay a toy while we're in front of anyone else," he murmured, a long-suffering note in his voice.