The Broken Doll
The Dark
幻影の天使エミリー! 4人の兄弟は不快感の想像の下で引っ張られる!
Sick at heart and lonely, a little wraith named Emily sealed forever in the ruins a palace-finally cracks. Desperate for companionship, and after seeking four turtles in her looking-glass, the four are ensnared into a dark Wonderland.....as tots! When Emily seals their free will and memory into dolls-it's up to Casey, April, and Splinter to rescue four turtles who can't even recognize them!
And Emily's quite unwilling to let her new "playmates" go. And, in that same desperation, may stoop to.....certain measures to make sure she stays WITH her new "friends".....
Forever.
Even if the three die in the process, so be it.
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Hallo, everyone! ^^ Am trying something new. By the time you read this tale-hopefully, it will be finished. It's probably a little more tactful then
what I'm doing now.....because school does ask for my time too, you know! :D
Please, take care, all. The turtles don't show up for a little bit.
Quote:
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the everlasting realization that we're NOT alone."
They say Father Time is a cruel thing-just as its mistress, Mother Nature.
Perhaps, perhaps not.
At least, not to the young dweller of this place.
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Father Time-although he did not shine his face on the little dweller, was the only parent the girl had ever known.
There were no stern governesses, and no ladies-in-waiting here.
The court was one that was fairly quiet, seeing as they were not in the habit of opening their mouths, much.
Mainly because, there really wasn't much a court with mouths to move with at all.
The Dining hall-with crystal chandelier, the ballroom-with not a single waltz or tune playing through the marble dance floors, which made odd,
echoing sounds if you happened to run through it, which Emily often did, just for the sake of such an action-but no one had appeared to scold her.
No one to smile and to shake their heads at such actions.
Mother Nature had no place within the white halls. For what weather was to be found, even in the gloomy confines of this heavenly hell?
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The palace, had, of course-belonged to someone once. Emily liked to pretend that they must've been someone Grand and Important, perhaps
even under the terms of "very."
And why shouldn't they have been? Occasionally, the petite girl with wispy blond/brown hair would sneak-as if there really was any reason for
creeping in, as if someone would march to a corner if she did so-and hurry to the wardrobes found near the four poster beds the little girl, on an
occasional mood, bounced on.
She never knew why. She had been in these halls for as long as she could remember. There were no memories of her ever being smaller then she
was now-nor of a life outside the velvet carpets and fancy footstools.
As long as she could remember, she had simply been there.
That, and no one else.
Back to the wardrobes, shall we?
Neatly and prim-as if a maid had indeed been there to fuss over them-there were handsome suits, which were alright, in Emily's mind-but aside
from a few glittering buttons, were not really much to look at.
The dresses, however....
It was almost a bit peculiar, seeing as Emily never particulary LIKED to wear dresses, albeit the same dress-shirt she wore as a matter of habit
and the black shorts underneath- But, oversized as they were, they were still quite lovely to try on.
There were trailing silks, in hues of what looked like they had been spun from the rainbow, that made elegant, swishy movements through the air
once you moved them, in a blur of flickering color. That was always fun.
What was even more fun was peeking into the old jewelery boxes that were perched near the large wardrobes-somewhere around fancy make-
up tables where Emily occasionally tried on the blush and rouge hidden in the closets, though she wasn't at all very good at actually putting it on.
No one screamed at her.
And no one told her to wait until she was older.
There were bracelets, bangles, beads-little golden charms on funny things that didn't exactly fit on your wrists, so you had to try for your ankles
instead-rings that flashed in exquisite twinklings, with garnet clasps and rubies that gleamed like rubies thrown into an open flame-
There were emerald penchants, what looked vaguely like a silver locket; it was difficult to tell, seeing as the piece was so enormous-everywhere,
the glint of gold-sapphires looking as if they had been fished from the deepest extent of aquamarine and cobalt waters, pearls glinting in an
almost maelstorm of illumination....!
But none of it seemed of much worth, pretty as they were. After all-there was plenty of trinkets like THOSE here. They didn't matter, much, in the
end.
There was a music box-which played a quiet, tinkling tune with a little ballerina that spun around and around. Emily never tired of watching her
dance-the wind up key was fairly worn from overuse.
The gems were left to silently shine in their boxes shortly after, and Emily had simply returned to doing a favorite activity; exploring the castle.
More then often, even after all these....well, Emily had no idea how much time might've gone on, but she was fairly certain it was a Good Amount-
the little girl would get lost, after floor after floor of racing up and down the marble, red carpeted stairs, occasionally bringing a blanket or pillow
to slide down them.
No one warned her it could've been dangerous.
No one told her to knock off the racket.
Once she got bored of exploring rooms-dining rooms, bedrooms, bathrooms, rooms devoted to sport, sitting rooms, wardrobes, attics, rooms with
no reason or purpose to them whatsoever, what appeared to be boring state rooms, which was, regardless, fun to sit at the head and yell at an
imaginary audience-near flags and shiny, polished wood.
Whenever there really seemed to be nothing left for her to do, Emily usually retreated to the enormous library, which was easy enough to find,
seeing as there were so many ways in.
The ceiling was dotted with stars, and there were enormous telescopes for peering at them. There were squashy armchairs, and-needless to say,
row after hapless shelf, full of books, and ladders that stretched to the ceilings.
Emily usually pulled a good handful or so out before retreating to a favorite chair, somewhere near a fire that was always crackling, for whatever
reason.
She was as messy or as noisy as she wanted to be in the library.
After all, no librarians were ever asking her to hush, or gave her a stern glance.
She mostly talked to herself as she read, however-if merely to hear the sound of a voice in the silencesilencesilence of this place.
She never wondered why, however.
Same as always.
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Today, once again, she selected The House at Pooh Corner. The pages were extremely worn from the many times that Emily had pulled it from the
shelf to browse over-thick, and yellowing. But she paid no real mind. The girl already knew all of the passages by heart.
Occasionally, as she browsed over the familiar words, she wondered how old she was. She did not know; but she liked to pretend it was more or
less the same age of Christopher Robin.
The boy was never alone: There was Pooh, obviously, Piglet, Rabbit, Rabbit's friends and relations, Eeyore, Kanga, and her son Roo. Kanga had
also more or less adopted Tigger, too.
There was a line Emily was so fond of she had found a nearby marker to clumsily highlight it several times.
"Pooh," said Piglet. "Do you suppose we'll be friends forever?"
"My dear Piglet," answered the bear. "I hope to be your friend for much, much longer then that."
Emily did not have a bedroom-or so she maintained. The girl simply fell asleep anywhere that happened to look comfortable.
So, she dozed off after awhile in the squashy chair, book in her hands, finger still finding a line.
"......for much, much longer then that."
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No one knows why, after centuries of waking up the same way, Emily woke up some time later (it was impossible to tell whether it morning,
evening, or afternoon; there were no windows) the girl might've woken up differently.
Perhaps it is the book to be blamed.
But Emily had read the same novel, over and over again, in hundreds of different room.
Regardless of the reason, Emily sat up, rubbing at her flickering eyes.
Silence.
The potent sound of nothing had never been so potent to the little girl. Instead of her usual hopscotch step off, she stared at the floor for a few
good minutes before timidly stepping to the carpet.
"Hello?"
Emily had no idea why she said such a thing. There was no one else here.
There never had been. Regardless-from phrases she had learned from books, she had constantly been muttering the foreign phrases under her
breath:
"Hallo!"
"How are you?"
"Well, I've been fine, thanks. And you?"
But there had never been anyone to answer her but herself.
The little girl hesitated, feeling very lost in the library hall-and then began to step out from the door, eyes hopefully flickering to the corners from
the suits of armor.
"Hello?"
Still, no one answered.
"Is anyone there?"
Still nothing. The suits are armor in the halls remained stationary.
Her feet dragged across in the silky outreaches as her voice echoed.
Is anyone there?
Is anyone there?
Emily stared blankly into the distance before drawing a breath.
"CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!"
Can anybody hear me?
Can anybody hear me?
A pause. Emily's yells echoed into the distance, ringing melachonly in the halls.
Her eyes widened.
And, for the first time in years, something crumbled once again.
She was alone.
She was alone, and in the dark.
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Whew! Yes, Emily is slightly up the wall-seeing as it's been so long since the poor thing had been walled in here. If not necessarily crazy now, well.....
No mention of the turtles just yet. I hope you liked this segment!