"Fun?" I asked. "Haven't heard that for awhile." I managed to smile through the sniffles.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a comforting way. Hew smiled back evilly and repeated "Yeah. Fun."

When we were about to walk out of the front door he paused before running back to Alice and taking something from her pocket. He quickly waddled back to me and held up an object. The heart of damballa.

"Here." He said dropping it into my small plastic hands. "Keep it safe."

"I'm Glenda Ray, safety isn't included." I chuckled, but placed the amulet in my pocket anyways.

We walked outside, not giving a care in the world about who saw us. If someone did see us, well, who would believe them? We walked until we reached what looked to be a run-down store. An 'OPEN' sign barley gave off light and the letter 'N' was flickering.

"What are we doing here?" I asked with a giggle as i tapped on the flickering letter.

"You'll see." He answered with an evil smirk.

I sighed as i followed him into the building. My eyes wandered the aisles in the building. The shelves were poorly stocked with different toys and stuffed animals. It was a toy store, was this some sort of joke, an offensive joke. I searched for any sign of human life. Nope. I guess the owners just abandoned the place and left the power on. The walls were blanketed with graffiti, pictures and symbols.

"Why would you bring me here?" I asked in disgust as I examined the dirt-covered floor.

Chucky didn't answer and continued to look around the place in awe. He examined a burnt area the most though. Most of the store was burnt. Just as he was about to place his foot on the ground he paused when he saw a stain beneath his shoe.

"What?" I asked kind of getting worried about him.

"I was shot here." He managed to whisper.

"Huh?" I asked, thinking I misheard him.

"I was shot here and died over there." He repeated and pointed beside a burnt area.

"You lost me." I replied honestly.

He dragged himself over to the area he pointed to and fell to his knees. He placed both of his hands on the spot.

"I was right here." He repeated louder. "And then i was here." He said calmer turning to his side.

"You still lost me." I said again getting worried.

"I was human, then i was a doll. It all happened here. All because of one man!" He yelled angrily as he balled his fists.

"Okay. I think Chucky had a little too much fun today." I said nervously as I helped him off the blood-stained floor.

"You're right. Now i came here for you. Not me." He replied as if he shook off the memories in less than a second.

I nodded my head happily before he wandered off and lead the way. I followed him up and down different aisles until he stopped. He paused at the doll section.

"Choose your body." He said with a grin.

I guess he knew i wasn't happy with the one i was currently in. I smiled as I turned to the numerous dolls that were placed on the shelf. I examined their faces. Their lips were either painted or carved into a smile, in a way they were exactly like me. A smile that they don't exactly want, but they have it on for either people to be happy. What if they were something more then just that, what if they had souls and nobody even knew? They were just abandoned one day and forgotten, yet they still wore a smile, but over time the smile rubs off or chips. A smile doesn't last forever, even if it's carved in or painted, time tortures forgotten objects until they are gone or unrecognizable. Behind most smiles are just tortured souls. Forgotten or left behind. Objects that are unable to tell you that they have feelings or that their feelings can be hurt. Time doesn't heal you it hurts you, just over time you learn to disguise your hurt.

"That one." I said, pointing to a red-headed doll.

"But that one has a chip in its cheek." He argued as he threw the doll on the floor.

"She." I corrected. "She has a chip on her cheek, and that's why i like her." I replied as i picked the doll off the ground and dusted her off.

"Well okay." He choked out.

I examined the doll further and traced my fingers over her lips. Her lips were small and were bright pink in some spots, but in the corners were worn away into a skin colour. Time eats away at every corner.

"She's perfect." I whispered, pulling out the amulet and handing it to Chucky.

"Well, all right." He answered as he took the heart of damballa.

I set the doll on the ground carefully and layed down beside her. She stayed there, motionless. I stared at her as Chucky yelled out strange words. I blinked and then i was staring in a different direction. I stood up and raised my hands in front of my face. They still were plastic but they were different. I looked to my side and there beside me layed my old doll body. It was stitched and covered in dried blood. It wore the same smile like the other dolls on the shelf.

"Keep smiling." I whispered to the stitched face's ear.

Before we left i gave one last glance at the dolls. I could of sworn i saw them blink. I smiled at the thought of them being alive. 'Just always smile' I lipped.

"Dad? Do you think dolls have souls?" I asked out of curiousity.

"Look who you are talking to." He chuckled.

I guess he didn't understand what i was truly talking about. Did he ever wonder? Did he ever feel like he was rejected when he pretended he was just a doll? Probably, did he ever feel hurt when or if he was rejected?

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