Disclaimer: I don't own TNBC, no matter how much I wish I did.
The young lad sat on his bed in a fetal position, legs curled up to his chest, sucking on the first three digits of his left hand. He was no older than four, a young child. His mind so easily broken...which was exactly what happened.
Mommy...daddy...
That skeleton, that evil that stepped into his home...ruined it. Ruined all of it. The toy he got wasn't bad, nothing alive or anything that would kill him. But it was enough to send him into a world of darkness. A shrunken head...Sure, it doesn't seem like much...but to a child, it was a nightmare. Ever since then...he's been seeing things.
Mommy? Please mommy, come here...
Strange and horrifying things. Hallucinations of terrifying things. It's gotten to the point of where he couldn't sleep...having to go into therapy long ago. But what did this child see...only he knew...He could remember the first time he had "seen something". It was at his birthday party, which was only a couple days after Christmas...a couple days after that damned head made it into his home. He could remember walking into the kitchen to get a can of coke when he suddenly saw three children...all giggling and pointing at him excitedly.
"Kidnap the little boy, beat him with a stick! Lock him up for ninety years, see what makes him tick!" They sang shrilly, giggling impishly to themselves.
The boy could remember screaming loudly, running to get his mother to show him the evil kids that had somehow got into their home. But when they went back into the kitchen, they were gone...
No where to be found...Mommy didn't believe me...
The child closed his eyes, rocking back and forth and trying to get himself to go to sleep. But it was just so hard to. Sniffling and hiccuping, the boy started to whimper, soon turning into sobs. Within moments his mother came in, her nightgown wrinkled from where she had been laying on it. She walked over to him, holding him in her arms, the boy smells the sweet scent off her. Such a comforting scent. Without bothering to open his eyes, he snuggled up to her, crying softly.
"It's alright...Im here," Said the soft voice of his mother.
Opening his eyes, the boy looked up to look at his mom, wanting to see the comforting sight of her face. But what he saw wasn't his mother. It was a ragdoll, her large eyes settled on him. The boy was to frightened move, almost to scared to even breathe, but lay there and let the doll "comfort" him. Unable to take his eyes off her, his felt his mind go blank, an utter sign that he had fully snapped.
Mary had a little lamb its fleece as white as snow and everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to kidnap the little boy and beat him with a stick please don't hurt me mommy help me mommy the good daddy the brave please help me someone don't move or the doll will get you don't move or the kids will get you the skeleton will come back beat me with a stick lock me away for ninety years don't scream don't scream no matter what you do don't scream–
And he didn't, he just lay there...letting the doll run her fingers through his hair as he curled up in a fetal position, eyes suddenly going very blank...
Author's Notes: I have decided to add more to this fic, but have each chapter be like a little short story of how the toys have effected different kids. Jack is going to sound a bit like the bad guy, which is the only thing I really don't like about this fanfic, but that's only because the kids don't know who else to blame but him.