The Broken Doll
New Toys
幻影の天使エミリー! 4人の兄弟は不快感の想像の下で引っ張られる!
Sick at heart and lonely, a little wraith named Emily sealed forever in the ruins a palace-finally cracks. Desperate for companionship, and after seeking four turtles in her looking-glass, the four are ensnared into a dark Wonderland.....as tots! When Emily seals their free will and memory into dolls-it's up to Casey, April, and Splinter to rescue four turtles who can't even recognize them!
And Emily's quite unwilling to let her new "playmates" go. And, in that same desperation, may stoop to.....certain measures to make sure she stays WITH her new "friends".....
Forever.
Even if the three die in the process, so be it.
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Hallo, everyone and anyone! Wishing you well-hope you've liked the story thus far.
Please, take care of yourselves, everyone. :D
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It had taken a moment to achieve proper focus. The girl had winced slightly-but, after the intense brightness had dimmed somewhat and she had
drawn a hand over her eyes, the girl found it easier to properly focus into the flickering mirror's depths, Lydia's head resting against her knee.
"That's it, dear. Now....choose carefully. And speak your location CAREFULLY."
Emily closed her eyes.
Goshdarnit, she had spun the enormous globe in the library thousands of times in lack of anything better to do! Where could she look? What
country, even?
The girl thought wildly. On one rather dull day she had browsed through a large book of rather pretty flags, she DID rather like the one with the
snappy red and white stripes.....
The USA-whatever that stood for-was said to be the immigration country. Although Emily had no idea what idea that exactly was-it sounded
friendly.
And there HAD been that book on major cities in the continental US that had been rather nice. But which one? And which state?
Why not with a more....populated zone? Better variety.
Emily leaned towards the mirror slightly.
"New York, Manhattan."
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The girl's heart thudded wildly as she took in the slightly foggy images from the mirror's frame, that was just beginning to adjust-!
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Emily had only read about this in books.
But the actual thing was nothing short of an eruption of shock for the girl.
Light glinted off a hundred....or a thousand mirrors from a brilliantly shining building that was extending itself proudly to the sky.....
The sky was overflowing into a glittering sea, where an enormous statue with a torch raised to the sky could be found.
Mirror skirting along the edge-catching sight of a few shrieking gulls-Emily swallowed.
And directed the image back towards the city itself.
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There was just SO much-!
And look at all the people! The girl's head hurt alone by just staring at Time's Square!
Emily's throat went dry, staring at hundreds and hundreds of.....
Who to pick? Although Lydia had insisted that no one would reject her-she still felt slightly awkward at the thought of making her selection at
random. Best to find someone interesting to trace.
Emily sighed, plunked her self on the carpet, and leaned over to look into the mirror with interest, chin in her hands as her feet went swishing
back and forth.
This was going to take awhile.....
The girl rarely got headaches, but after two and a half hours of watching people prattle on their cells, Emily now had a splitting migraine.
She buried her face in her hands and groaned.
Ugghhh....!
She tipped the mirror over, face in her hands.
Maybe she started out with too large of a selection. New York was simply too populated in that district. After all, the whole country had a
population of over 307,784,000!
Well....there was always a chance of redirecting it somewhere else. Somewhere like....
Emily's eyes widened in realization as she made a grab for the mirror.
Oops. The mirror! By tilting that far, it must've been spiraled undergrown by this time!
Emily's petite hands seized the frame, shaking her head.
There was no one to look for underneath the city....except maybe a few moles. What fun would that be?
But, instead of dirt, the air had redirected the mirror's focus onto a damp hall. Emily's brow raised.
Better to head upwards for n-
She started, yelping in surprise as her heart began to thud again.
A turtle had wheeled right into her line of focus-about five feet, eleven inches high.
And it was riding on a skateboard.
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"COWABUNGA!"
A sniff from the turtle with the red mask.
"Mike-dontcha EVER get tired of that?!"
The turtle with the orange mask shrugged indifferently as he pushed his skateboard to full speed, outstripping Don's bicycle and Leo's scooter......
"Okay, then: BONZAI!"
Underneath the NYC streets, a turtle whizzed by, a large, semi goofy grin on his face as he stuck out his tongue at the nearest turtle racing to
catch up, skates whizzing slightly as he roughly grated against the sewer stone, Leo and Don in fast pursuit.
The turtle in blue glanced upwards, frowning slightly over the noise Raph and Mikey were making as they yelled random insults back and forth to
one another.
But the moment had passed, and the turtle in blue let out a whoop as the scooter grinded against the side of the nearby pavement, chuckling
maniacally as the hit forced him into the air.....
...and, with a faint CRASH! landed in front of Mikey and Raph, now in the lead.
The turtle with the violet mask only veered to the right-down a new canal as Raph began to yell indisernable gibberish to Leo as-
"What's takin' you guys so long?!"
Don had cut ahead of the fray, laughing as he silently thanked the small shortcuts he and his family had well established in the sewers.
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The four continued to race, Raph and Don now in a pretty tight race for the front line.
Emily had blinked, drawing her knees to her chest as she continued to stare with bright interest.
Purple-mask turtle could talk. They could ALL speak!
Emily drew a small smile as purple mask drew himself ahead of what was presumably the finish line with a cheer.
Lydia made a disgusted grunt, but said nothing.
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"For heaven's SAKES, child-aren't you ever going to look for someone else?"
The doll could hardly suppress a snap from where Emily had left her on a nearby pillow. It had taken a lot of work, but the six year old girl had
managed to drag the old mirror frame into a fairly comfy room, albeit with some difficulty.
The girl could never recall hearing another voice before. Now, fixated in hushed wonder, she silently drank it in, occasionally giggling at some of the
funnier things actually spoken by the four.
It was warm, listening to them speak. Laughing was even better. The one in orange did that fairly often. She liked that.
The one in blue was....pretty. She drew her head underneath a pillow to hide a blush, even though it was quite apparent they could not see her.
And-Donny or Don....they could never seem to stick with one name-had nice eyes. They were calmer then the others-and the inquisitive spark
made her peer interestedly at him.
"Hey-Donny! Go long!"
No one had ever called her by a nickname.
No one had ever looked at her like that.
And the long opening ache at her heart began to open again, if not only slightly.
She had never been exactly sure why-but her first memory was not of that of a mother or father's face....nor anyone else's.
The first thing the girl could remember was waking up, not born, not created....
Just there.
And blank.
Absolutely and positively, blank.
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Aimlessly, she had wandered without purpose until her body's exhaustion forced her to instinctively curl herself into a small ball onto a carpet.
If she had been indeed waiting for something, it had not come.
The little girl had simply slept-for what felt like a fairly long time-before eyelids flickered open and she stumbled up, feeling a sort of stiffness in her
joints before staggering on.
* * *
Everything was empty.
Everything had been nothing short of hollow data-and, while she couldn't bring herself to feel frightened-or anything at all, for quite some time
until likes and dislikes began to slowly form, and a small sense of personality from the many books she had clumsily pulled from the shelves-
....the meaningless had always been there-even in the scope of the endless retinue of daily activity she had been in.
More then often-the girl had simply cried, even doing something so casual as sliding down the steps or peering around new corridors.
Nothing stayed the same. And while she knew pitching a fit was as empty and pointless as the day was long-and that it was almost impossible
for her to actually begin one in the first place-she shut herself up in closets for hours at a time.
There, it was dark.
But nothing changed.
And, although that could never be described as particularly helpful-even when the girl felt like screaming from the knowledge that nothing ever DID
for her lifestyle-if she truly lead one....there were the only the smallest comforts to cling to.
And now, even though the voices were not addressing her, the small vibrations of other life forms were like a chorus of singing angels, in short.
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An hour went by.
And another....
...and another. Finally, when Emily did speak, her voice was already beginning to quiver.
"Them. I choose them."
Lydia cast the little girl a puzzled look.
"....I....beg pardon, sweetheart?" she asked slowly, praying Emily wasn't saying what her porcelain ears had heard.
The little girl shook her head.
"I want them," she insisted, brown orbs poring into the glassy exterior, expression hungry.
"I want them-those guys. The turtles. Whatever they're called to be my friends. If they don't, that is....."
Emily bit her lip. The thought of the four rejecting her offer to play was extraordinarily painful.
Turtles? Walking, talking, reptilian freaks? Lydia had agreed to get the girl a playmate-not a pet! Her stomach reeled as her eyes narrowed.
It wasn't fair. Here, she had given a perfectly generous offer-far too generous-and she chose these things?"
Adopting a honey tone, the doll tried again, tone honey smooth into a balm.
"Darling.....surely you don't want those. They're in the sewers-do you even know what the sewers are?" Lydia wrinkled her nose.
"Nothing more then the scum of the earth. It's sickening, filthy-and these four look far too-"
"I want them!"
Lydia started into surprise. The girl's voice had risen into a scream, and she was glaring into the mirror, fists tightly clenched, lip set into a bitten
pout.
"Please....I don't want anyone else! I don't NEED anyone else! I want the turtles to be my playmates! I WANT TO SEE THEM!"
The tears were streaming down her face, and Emily began pounding her fists into the ground...near a doll's dislodged eye. Lydia gulped in
response.
"Yes...yes, alright, dea-"
Emily continued to ramble. To her shock-it felt rather good. She had never particularly wanted anything before-and her screaming fits always
resounded in desperation-never for a material object.
...or live soul.
"Y-You don't u-understand, I-I-"
"Enough."
For a moment, the doll's tone was neither very kind, nor very sweet. Berating herself for the slip, Lydia soon recovered, and spoke once again,
tone driven into a soft caress.
"I only wish to make sure, my little pet. They are a little old to be your playmates-are they not?"
Emily's face rose to a flush.
"I don't-"
"Yes, yes." Lydia sounded impatient once again. "You don't care-I accept that. But we might as well....get a little more out of our dollar for them,
shall we?"
The girl simply glared suspiciously at the doll-as if afraid the porcelain would once again attempt to deny her demand, but she had fallen silent.
"We will simply make....a modification or two-that's all. They should be more...suited, for you. Once they are the right size, we can invest our order,
as it were."
The doll's face became abruptly serious.
"You are quite certain, then. Will you or won't you look at another child-anyone else?"
But the girl shook her head. Lydia drew a sigh.
"Very well, dear....very well. I take it that, you still know how to sew?"
Emily gave her a puzzled look, rubbing at red eyes.
"Just a little. Only basic stitches-I haven't taught myself to do embroidery just yet. But why ask that?"
The doll's smile only widened.
"Oh, no reason. I would just....recommend, that, if we were to place an order for these four soon.....then we ought to greet them properly with a...
..gift, perhaps."
