Disclaimer: I own nothing except Lydia.
My first Child's play fan fiction...tell me what you think.
Lydia's Journal:
January 22nd 1974,
I can't complain, I was fortunate enough from the beginning to have owners who treated me like the person I was inside...a doll's body.
I' m almost seventy years old now, but Tiffany doesn't seem to care about that...
I remember the first time her Mom brought me here.
I had been in a yard sale for scaring one child who mistreated me.
The experience was traumatizing, not only mentally, but physically as well.
It also tried my patients too.
Tiffany's Mom bought me for a dollar.
It was kind of offensive actually,if I hadn't already promised to talk to adults.
On the car ride back to Tiffany's house I pondered my life.
It had been long and hard.
My Brother had sent my soul into this doll using some sort of magic I'd never heard of...
There wasn't much else I could remember...
Just then I was plucked out of the seat by my hair, but trial and error had taught me to remain quiet.
When I inclined my head (slightly) I saw the most beautiful little girl that possibly ever lived.
I hated choosing favorites...I loved all the children that kept me, but Tiffany was something else.
I flinched when I remembered my looks...
My skin was dirty and grimy, my hair was tangled and matted together in places, my simple cotton dress (the one I wore when I was changed) was in tatters...But Tiffany understood.
"Don't worry I'll fix you up!" Tiffany chimed smiling.
She then tucked me under her arm and bounced into the house I'd now call home...
Sorry it's so short I'm going to see how popular it is before continueing.