There was a young girl
And she had a toy
It was like her own child
Hers alone to enjoy.
It was tattered and battered
If alive 't would be lame
Eyes and mouth both gone
But she loved it just the same.
Yet she grew very concerned
And asked her mother one day
"Should I throw my dolly out?"
Her mother said, "Yes, it's filthy and dirty, so throw it away!"
The girl, very sadly
threw away her old torn doll
And when she told the news to her mother
She couldn't help but start to bawl.
The mother, in concern
Got a new doll, all shiny and new
She told the girl, "Don't worry, little one
You'll forget your dirty old doll soon!"
She adored this new doll
She loved it a lot
She cherished it more than her old one
Which she soon forgot.
But the doll hadn't forgotten
It hadn't forgotten her yet
For now it was revenge-filled
It had turned into a Banette.
At midnight it set off
As quiet as a mouse
And slowly sneaked in
Into her bedroom, her house.
The drowsy girl awoke
Confused that she couldn't see
She looked around perplexed
Until she heard a raspy voice go, "Remember me?"
The girl did not scream
But simply turned white
She whispered, "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!"
The Banette smiled; the girl sobbed silently with fright.
Banette, leering, said, "You'll pay dearly, friend,"
The girl bit her lip
And before she could say her final words
The Banette opened its zip.
The dark energy overcame her,
She felt heavier than a Groudon-filled sack
The Banette laughed evilly
For the girl, all went black...
Her mother found her next day
Looking rather dead
There was no sign of what killed her
But a dark smear on her forehead.
Yet the very next morn
Her body disappeared without a trace
All that was left was an unfamiliar doll
It was a mind-baffling case.
When friends asked what was left of the girl,
Her mother would say,
"All that was left was a ragged, filthy doll,
So I just threw it away."
Little did she know
Little did anyone know at all
For the mother had thrown away her child
Who, by the hands of her old one, had been turned into a doll.
A/N: Please ignore any illogical parts of this poem. It is not only my first creepy pasta, but also my first creepy pasta poem.
First of all, a few announcements:
1. I am happy to announce that Pokémon Gijinka 1- The Gijinki Arisen will be continuing! It was meant to be a trilogy, and it shall stay that way. I'm going to edit it slightly though. Can someone please remind me that 'gijinka' is the term for one, and 'gijinki' is the plural? I keep forgetting. And at one point in Heather's adventure I will be accepting OC's created by you readers.
2. Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: The Guardian And The Heart will also be continuing, but slower than the aforementioned Gijinka 1. It is going to be renamed soon as well. I have changed the plot significantly since I last wrote for that.
3. Sadly, Champions and Magicians will not be continuing. Lola might appear as a minor character in Gijinka 1 though, under a different surname, personality, and etc.
4. This Isn't A Romance Story will be continuing, but once I gain inspiration. It will go a lot faster, too.
Until I update, keep-a-writing, folks!
- Shiny Kirby
