Broken Doll

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When Penny was a little girl, she had a doll. It was a a cloth doll with long blonde hair and a lab coat. When she had looked at it, she chopped off its hair and declared that 'she' was a 'he', and a very influential scientist. Her relatives had shrugged it off and allowed it. They were all amused when Penny lined up her other dolls and made the scientist give them lectures on what, in her mind, made the sky blue and the world wonderful.

As the years past, had been forgotten in her pile of old dolls. Then, when she was leaving, she picked him up, and felt unexplainable warmth. She took him with her, and felt embarrassed as she sat him down on her kitchen counter and prayed nobody would notice.

Years past, and she met a charming blonde named Billy, who looked oddly familiar for some reason. She felt safe around him, and liked to talk with him. He brought her frozen yogurt and called it "a crazy random happenstance", he smiled at her with big blue eyes. He would twitch-blink-smile at her in a single moment, in a way that made her giggle madly. She was beginning to think that dumping Hammer and sticking with Billy would be a good idea.

The night before she was going to go to the ceremony for opening the shelter, she had accidentally dropped the doll and ripped it's seams. She had blinked back a few tears, then hesitantly prodded it's side. Some stuffing came out. Sighing, she sat it on the counter and made up her mind to come back and find a cloth store to sew him back up, and maybe learn to sew on her way.

She never really got a chance.

That night, when she saw the scientist, Hammer's arch-enemy walk in, she had wondered if it was her , and had even embarrassingly enough, checked to see if he had stuffing coming out his side. Then, she found out it was Billy. Alot of things made sense in that moment.

Then, she died, and things didn't make so much sense anymore.

But, on her apartment, on the counter, the doll is still there, waiting for its owner to return with some needles, thread, and impromptu sewing lessons, and fix him up.

In his own apartment, Billy sits in front of his computer and waits for the exact same thing.