PART 1
"And you are?" The pale skinned woman asked.
"Manny. Who are you?"
"Why, I'm Paige! You forgot my name already? I have some coloring books you can work on while I go put the finishing touches on your new room."
Her smiles were always exaggerated, almost like a cartoon. She was a strange looking woman. She had lifeless black eyes and multi colored hair, all in rather light and not too harsh colors. But most of all, she had skin so pale she could be mistaken for a corpse. She had exaggerated eyelashes, like she put on one too many layers of mascara. She had a dress that had a pattern near the neckline that could be mistaken for drooping blood. Her sleeves were puffy cap sleeves with beads at the end. But most importantly, she had designed the bottom of her skirt to have many painted on designs, most being childlike. Some were fruits with faces, others were rainbows suspiciously missing the color green. Now that he thinks about it, her hair didn't have any green either. When she was walking away to his new room, he noticed her dress had a figure on it that looked familiar
It was a puppet looking thing, with yellow skin, a orange round nose, and a blue mow hawk. He suddenly was in shock. Whenever he was a bad kid to his dad, he would get sent to the "punish land." It was a room that no one else knew about, where his dad would show him horrible acts of torture and disgusting things with puppets, guided by these "teachers" who try to teach them a lesson. He was taken away from his home because of the abuse, and was staying with Paige as a foster mom. He started holding back tears, those lessons had become so traumatic he would cry thinking about them.
He knew something was up. He was only eight, but he sure wasn't stupid.
Before she went in the room, he asked "Who is that?"
For someone so young, he had a very deep voice. She turned around sharply.
"Who are you talking about?" She was confused at first, but quickly realized what he meant. Her heart dropped from her chest. How does he know? I mean, his dad was pretty screwed up, but not messed up enough to show him that! She soon dismissed these thoughts. He's just curious, he must be just a kid who didn't know any better. He just wants to know who the beautiful painting that she did! That's all, ri-"Who is he?"
Her train of thought was interrupted by a curious child's questioning. It suddenly hit her that she would have to make up a name for the puppet. If being shown those things were hard enough, imagine having to share names with that, if he was shown that, that is.
"His name is, uh, Doi!" Of all the names she had to pick the stupidest.
"Doi?"he asked suspiciously. "Of course, Manny! Very creative if you ask me!"
Sorry for the short part, I want this to be a series that I update often, so I'm limiting myself to small sections. Especially since I already planned out an ending, I want this series to be as long as I can make it seem. Anyways, hope you enjoyed. I should update this twice a week or so. School starts in a couple of days, so I might not be able to stick to it. (also sorry for the shade towards the name doi.)