The Doll
Bannette, a doll that became a pokemon because of its grudge from being junked. It seeks the child that disowned it. A Bannette generates energy for laying strong curses by sticking pins into its own body.
"There once was a girl in a small town. She, like every child her age, loved to play with her favorite toy. Hers was a small gray doll, a sheet of fabric that was tied over a ball of cotton. She played with it every day, but, as she got older, she played with it less and less. Eventually she stopped playing with it at all.
Feeling forgotten and lonely after years of love from the girl, the doll became angry. Why did she leave it? Was it not good enough? Slowly the doll came to hate the girl.
When the girl, now a woman, moved away, her mother had thrown away the doll, putting into the garbage bin. The hatred the doll had harbored became so strong it had attracted the attention of a demon. On the night of the new moon, the demon made a deal with the doll. The demon would bring the doll to life, if the doll would kill the woman. No knowing the demon would no let it rest after killing the woman, the doll agreed.
The doll felt the demon pour it's dark power into it, ragged limbs grew from the gray fabric, and a golden zipper crawled across the doll's face like a sinister grin.
"Never undo the zipper" the demon hissed. "lest your power leave you, and you shall return to being a puppet."
Nodding, the doll dug it's self out of the garbage and stood shakily. Looking into the darkness the doll stumbled out of the dumpster and slowly walked off into the darkness.
Months passed as the doll searched for the woman the summer faded into the fall, and fall into winter, bit it kept searching. It looked high and low, in the forest, across the river but I couldn't find her. It's anger and frustration grew and grew, slowly the doll became black. Years passed and the doll's anger grew greater.
One day it saw the woman, walking into a church. Not knowing that the building was blessed, it walked up the stairs, and stepped into the door. The doll fell to it's knees, feeling like a knife was driven into it's chest. Stumbling away from the door, the door looked back angry, it's red eyes glowing like burning coals. It waited for hours, just sitting and glaring into the church. Slowly the doll grew tired, and fell asleep.
While the doll was asleep, the woman's daughter found the doll and picked it up, even though it was winter, the doll was warm. Hearing her mother call, the girl stuffed the doll into her schoolbag and ran to meet her.
Later, when the woman was helping her daughter do her homework, she found the doll. Curious she picked up the doll and examined it. Felling that the doll was warm she looked into the bag, trying to find what was making the doll was warm. The doll woke up, feeling hands around it's waist the doll looked down and saw the woman. An evil grin crept across the doll's face and it's eyes glowed darkly. Still looking through the bag, the woman never noticed that the doll had woken up. Before the woman looked back at the doll, it closed it's eyes. The woman put the doll down and went back with to her daughter.
Noticing the woman left the doll stood up and climbed down off of the table, and found the woman's bedroom. Climbing onto the woman's bed, the doll sat on the woman's pillow, grinning.
A hew hours later, the woman walked into her room and climbs into her bed. Silently the doll opened it's glowing eyes, and the woman screamed and fell off of the bed. The doll stood up, and walked to the edge of the bed and stood glaring at the woman."
"Th-that's when d-daddy heard the scream." I said shaken, trying to tell the psychologist that I wasn't insane.