[ Special Chapter ]
"Come on Amalie, try walking to me." Undertaker held out his slender hands towards the doll before him, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Today had been a slow day in the shop, and Undertaker and the Dolly were practising certain things. Since Amalie had learnt to talk and had uttered the Undertaker's name, he had taken it upon himself to instruct her on how to appear somewhat human. Or return to what she once was, even if it wouldn't be like she was in the past.
How could a girl who had in effect been in suspended animation, become anything like before?
How could she remotely resemble a human? The outside looked human, but it was the inside that wasn't anything like that. She was a doll through and through.
Although, slowly but surely, things were coming back to her, and it was when she had finally slept, that the nightmares surfaced. Nightmares of sinister hands coming out of the shadows, grabbing her, and dragging her down into the darkness below.
Undertaker would keep her company on the sleepless nights, and by now they were inseparable.
Well, it wasn't like Dolly had anywhere else to go. Undertaker was her sole hope. The sole hope of regaining whatever little humanity she had.
Amalie glanced down at her feet and a look of concentration came over her, as she attempted to move forward. She elevated her foot and put it back on the floor. Step by step she made her way towards the man she had given her life to. The man who meant more to her than anyone ever had.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, she had made it to him. Undertaker had a look unlike himself, as he grabbed her around the waist and spun her around.
Laughing giddily, he placed her back on the floor and patted her head. "Well done, little dolly."
A blush rose to her cheeks as she smiled up at her saviour.
