Requested by musicstarnc

Mary was getting bored of her home. There weren't any new areas to explore and, even though she liked to play with everyone else, it was all just getting old. Nothing new really ever happened, no one had visited them in a very long time, and some of them didn't want to play when she did. Sighing to herself, Mary plopped down onto the floor in her room, pursing her lips as she tried to think up of something to do.

She looked down at the book she's been reading and debated on if she wanted to continue reading it at the moment, but decided not to. It was going to be the same book for a long time and she had all the time in the world to read it. She picked up her sketchbook and looked at all her drawings.

Her latest drawing had been of a town. There were flowers to make it pretty, a message board, and even a lake for swimming. She added a few butterflies on one strip of road and smiled at them. She continued to draw a few more houses as The Lady in Red and a few of the blue dolls came into her room, followed by a few eyes and mannequins.

They looked over her drawings and commented on some of them, asking her to add a few things here and there such as stars, moons, trees, and more buildings.

"What about the insides of the houses. You can't use them if nothing's there." The Lady in Red pointed out. Mary's eyes widened in realization and she flipped to another page to start drawing the insides of the buildings.

"What do houses have in them anyway?" She looked over at the others, unsure.

The others shared a glance before smiling at the child, "Well, there are bookshelves like the ones we have, dressers, and objects like toy boxes for children. There are also rooms."

"Special rooms! Mary has her own room in the toy box where we can all play!" The little blue dolls chorused, unafraid of Mary hearing their voices. The girl smiled brightly at them before concentrating on drawing in her book.

"A bucket for water, too. That way they can wash the flowers."

"Don't forget mirrors! People use those all the time, right?"

"Personal drawings too. Let Mary chose, this is her town."

Mary absorbed their suggestions happily as she drew and coloured. Her whole town was coming together and she would make sure to include her room that connected through the toy box. That way they could have a wide space to play in and she could just walk right into the room whenever she wanted. Now, if only it were real.

She paused in her drawings and frowned, prompting the blue dolls to swarm around and hug her while asking, "What's wrong?'

She looked down at them, "I wish my town was real, then we could play and explore! It would be a lot of fun and we could even make a puzzle so none of the visitors will run away from us."

"Maybe it can be. You do have rights to the gallery, Mary. Perhaps you can make it like your drawings if you reform this section of the gallery." Mary looked over at the red clad woman.

"You guys won't mind?"

The group smiled at her, wanting nothing more than to see her happy, "We can always go to other rooms. It's not that big of a deal."

"Well, alright. If you guys are sure." Mary smiled at them and stood up, wondering just what she should make the town out of. She looked over at her supplies; crayons, paints, and chalk. Well, she hadn't yet used the chalk so maybe she should try that out.

Mary lifted the container and pulled out a pink stick of chalk and couldn't help the large smile, excited smile that split her face in two. She eagerly dropped to her knees and began to draw out her town on the floor, the little blue dolls following her example.

They used her old sketches as a basis and began to recreate the town on the floor, never noticing the way the room warped and started to sink, darkness taking over as they continued on drawing roads. Soon enough, the room they were once in was gone, leaving only the town they were creating.

For an unknown period of time, they continued to forge the small town and the houses, drawing on the walls inside the residences and making funny puzzles for the keys. This way the keys were protected from the visitors! No one could leave them if they didn't have the means to escape. It was well thought out and a few of the others even helped Mary to create symbols for a type of puzzle. It was really fun and it be neat to watch the others try and get the pattern.

Mary marveled at the butterflies she created, touching one gently as one of the blue dolls giggled as one landed on their cloth nose. Mary giggled too, thoroughly enjoying the way they flew around. They were much prettier to watch in person, better than just looking at the books!

Once finished, Mary focused on another key part of her sketchbook. The Toy Box. They had all jumped into it, laughing at the small rush of falling before landing on a large plain floor. The dolls swarmed it, playing games with one another and Mary laughed as she walked past them and up a few flights of stairs before reaching her original room. She smiled and jumped around, picking up a few of her items.

The whole plan had worked and now she had a new place all to herself! She paced the area, wondering what she should do first. However, a few dolls entered to let her know that they were all going to go back to their own room for a while. The girl was surprised, wondering why they would need to, but received only a vague answer.

Frowning, she let them go, deciding that she could still have fun on her own. She walked around her Chalk Town and chased the few butterflies before watering the flowers with a pail she had drawn. The child ran around and laughed to herself, but stopped when she tripped. As she lay on the ground she pouted, her lip trembling.

Mary was no longer having any fun. She was all alone with no one to play with. Mary didn't like to be alone, she had been that way for a long time before arriving at the gallery. A part of her craved for interaction, more than anyone in the gallery could offer. She may not need to sleep, but everyone would normally take time out to be by themselves for a few long periods of time. Mary didn't like that time at all. When all the others left her to her own devices she grew scared that they would never come back, just like her father.

Mary began to cry, her small body shaking with her sobs. The town was supposed to be fun, a new place to play, but she was all by herself. No one was here. Mary closed her teary eyes and dreamed of making new friends who would never leave her.

"Mary." She looked up at the chorus of voices and saw almost an army of the blue dolls looking at her with their button eyes. She quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, putting on a smile for them.

"Mary is sad!"

"Lonely, Mary is lonely?"

"Then we never leave Mary!"

One of the smaller ones walked over and tugged on Mary's dress, leading her to the toy box. Once they jumped down the mini army spread out and took out chalk and paints. They began to draw on the black floor, playing games and making flowers because they were pretty and because Mary liked them.

Mary watched them, unsure of what they were doing. The little one still holding onto her dress tugged again and Mary picked him up. He laid hugged her, "We will stay here so Mary will never be alone. We can play here whenever Mary wants to."

Mary giggled and hugged the doll back before walking over to a pair of larger dolls to play a game.