Chapter 1

Child's POV

When you're young, things seem bigger than they really are. Your imagination runs wild, and a rock could be a ship that takes you to a far off land. The plate of pasta that you had eaten last night turns into a plate of brains. And your precious dolls are real. They talk to you, and play with you. Never disagreeing with you, but staying by your side. Saying just what you want them to saying. Doing just what you want them to do.

But once you grow older, they are no longer your friends. They're just some stuffed things that have no feeling.

Years ago, I was a normal six year old. I loved to play with my dolls. I had many, but two of them were my very favorites. Rin and Len. The story I had made for them was that they were twins. It made sense. They looked just like each other. I would play with them the most during the day, and only they were allowed to sleep in my bed.

The three of us were very close, but one day, I was sent to go live with my aunt for the summer. I kept telling myself to rememer to pack Rin and Len. Being a six yaer old, I had forgotten easily, and they stayed at my parents while I spent three months at my aunt's.

I returned home, and found them on my bed right were I left them. "Rin! Len! I'm sorry!" They sat not saying a word. "Are you ignoring me now?" Once again no answer. It was then that I realized they weren't real. They were nothing. Just some things I made into my friends. I grew up. Found real kids to be my friends. I stuffed all of my dolls into a box, and put that in the atic.

It wasn't until I was moving out of my parents when I unearthed that box again.

"Master, master. Please let us out." I heard a soft voice coming from inside.

Who could be... I opened the box and saw Rin and Len right away at the very top.

Rin hopped up and down. "Thank you, master! Thank you!" I picked her up. She was so soft.

"How are you speaking?"

"Len and I have always been able to speak, master. Isn't that right, Len?"

The boy wobbled as he tried to stand. "Yes. Do you not rememeber, master?"

"I remember playing with you, yes. But not you talking."

The two looked sad. They looked to one another and seemed to have a conversation with themselves.

"Master does not remember any of the fun times."

"He would let only us sleep in his bed."

"He would always play with us."

"And he would say how happy he was to have friends like us."

"Maybe we should play with him again."

"I think that is a wonderful idea, sister. What do you say, master?"

"Will you play with us one more time?"

The dolls stared at me waiting my my answer, but I wasn't sure if I would want to play with them. They were dolls. I grew up. How could I play with them.

"How could I play with you now that I'm older?"

"Oh, master. You really have forgotten everything. You must only use your imagination." Len crawled on my arm.

"We know you can do it, master. Just remember all of the times before." Rin went on the other.

I watched as the small toys played on me as though I was a jungle gym. It was hard to say. I'm probably going mad. Spending all of this time up in the atic, surrounded by dust and such. I must be imagining things, or better yet, just dreaming. The two watched me with there large dark eyes.

"Okay. I'll try."

"Good." They said in unison.

Before I knew it, I was falling into darkness as I heard their laughter fade.

Well, here we are! I hope you liked my first try at this. One of my friends is also writing a treat and treat fanfic, but I think I'm not goingot read it till after I'm done with mine. Oh well. This may or may not be long. Depends on how long the chapters end up being. This one was pretty short.

Much love to all of you reading this. Please review!

-CG ^_^