A/N: Nobody asked for a second chapter, but I felt it was necessary. So here yah go! What's Dolly doing now? Well, let's let her tell you. And, as always, I own nothing. Another chapter? Possible, as long as I still have ideas and time. This story is going to take priority, mainly because I have ideas for it. So… sorry for everything else being pushed aside/away. If you squint your eyes, you might be able to see some similarities to another Disney movie. (The Little Mermaid in my mind)

Doll's Night

I blink my eyes again. It's night time, finally. After a long day's rest, it's my turn to be awake. And I know what I want to do tonight.

Rico was talking about how much they got to do up on the surface. I've always looked up at that tiny hole with longing, the one they dart in and out of each morning, and come back through each night. I wanted that world to be my world too. Then I'd have something to share with Rico. I could understand. And besides, I needed to know what it was like.

Pappy warned me of the dangers out there. That so many things could go wrong. And I listened to every one of them. At least, I think I did. I don't remember exactly. All I can remember is climbing up those ladder steps, struggling one step at a time, and finally making it to the top. I half want to look back down at Pappy, but I scolded myself not to.

If I do, I might change my mind and chicken out. And, in the words of Skipper, there's no room for chickens here. After a deep breath (that I really don't need), I push the bowl aside with a small grunt. These arms aren't good for pushing things, but I do it anyway. It slides easily, as if it wanted me to go outside.

When I get outside, the wind nearly pushes me over. I smile into it. I bet it's warm. It's mid-June, so it should be pretty warm. I think.

You know what I really want now? Senses. I want to be able to smell the fresh air, and feel it on me. I want to taste something… something sweet and nice. Again, another opportunity for me to blush, if I had any blood in my body. I knew exactly what I wanted to taste.

I giggled a bit and walked to the edge of the plastic ground, my feet tapping almost musically. Once I get to the edge, I know I have to stop. I don't think I can swim very well, and if I fall into the water and can't get out, Rico will know something was up. Instead, I sit by the edge and let my hand pet the water. It's a strange new sensation, almost like spider webs, something holding me there, but not at the same time. Oh, how I wish I could feel this for real.

I look up and see the moon next. It's a pretty thing, big and round and clean. Almost like a silver piece stuck in the sky. Or, I laugh as I think of my Rico, like a button. One giant button, surrounded by hundreds of tiny, sparkly sequins.

I told you I was smart.

I stayed out there for a long time. I don't even remember how long. But I imagine that I've gone all over the whole zoo, and have seen everything there is to see. I've visited everyone, and they all adore me, and think I'm amazing. Also, they too believe that I am a smart and strange toy, with much to offer. They would think that I am very unique, and that I belong with Rico, because we are both weird in the same way.

By the time I finish with my imagining, it's time I should get back inside. Yes, indeed, the moon has nearly vanished, and the sky is beginning to change colors. I heave a heavy sigh and push back the fishbowl with my foot this time.

I love my life, truly. And I wouldn't leave it for anything in the world, not even the ability to feel and tell Rico… everything on my mind. But a scary thought comes to mind as I awkwardly make my way down those silly steps. What if Rico loves me BECAUSE I can't speak? Would he even care what I had to say? I slip on the second or third to last step and land hard on my backside, saying ouch instinctively, because that's what you do when you fall, even though I don't feel a thing.

Rico wouldn't be like that… would he? Surely not. He's… he's not like that. But I feel my doubt growing. Why can't I find out for sure? I remember a movie Rico once showed me. And I can't help but feeling a little bit like the heroine. Though her problem was another woman in a picture, and mine is… well, I'm a doll and he's a penguin, if you can't see the problem then there's something else, but… I feel we have something in common. I sigh again. If only he could see how special I could be… And the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real.

But he can't… and it is… and therein lies the problem. I scratch Pappy's head once again, not answering his question of am I okay.

I'm not. And I want to go outside again.

I wait for nightfall, when the penguins are all asleep. Well, barely. I think Private's eyes were still partially open when I began to move. Though, they were closed the split second I look over to make sure. Didn't I want them to know I was alive, though? Have them know that I was real, and not just some doll Rico had a thing for?

After thinking about it for a few seconds, I find I can answer myself quite easily. If they reject me, and cast me out, I have nowhere to go. I have no friends; I know nothing outside this place. Would they do such a thing?

Are you waiting for me to answer? Because I don't want that to happen to me, and I don't know for sure, so… Yeah. Not gonna risk it.

The steps are becoming easier to handle now, I realize. Having gone up them several times now, I can manipulate my own hands to make them climb that silly ladder, and push away the fishbowl. I move it back, and turn to watch the moon again. It's not full anymore, which takes away the button effect… though it's still eerily beautiful. And the stars are still out. I heard Rico say once that they don't always come out. Maybe I'm just lucky to see them.

I just want to lean back and enjoy the night sky, and being out, when I hear a strange sound behind me. Normally I don't hear much, except for the occasional car. This didn't sound exactly like a car, though. It sounded more like something being HIT by a car. I slowly sit up and look around, turning my head all the way back.

Hey, I'm a doll, I can do that.

And I can absolutely, positively say, without a doubt that it's NOT a car that I heard.

Three lemurs were staring at me with wide eyes, in complete and utter disbelief at what they were seeing. I continued to watch them, expecting them to pass out from shock, which would be a normal response. When none of them did, only one thing came to mind.

I'm in trouble.

DN

A/N: Took some lyrics from "Tears to Shed" From the movie Corpse Bride, which I seem to have an affinity with recently. It's a good movie, what can I say? The next chapters shall all be slightly related to hopefully different Disney movies, mostly because I find they're an awesome source of inspiration. Also, they apply SO well. Either way, leave your questions, comments, suggestions and Frosted Flakes.

...I'm a starving college student, what do you expect?