Thanks to those who reviewed! I am going to do Jack's fear, for it was that and Jackie Jackie Spicer's fic is what sort of inspired me to type this stuff.
Disclaimer: If I owned Xiaolin Showdown... trust me. You'd know. I also don't own Tomo Takino (but I sorta own the way she acts in here, but not really) and I don't own Keiko Mizuhara (again, I own the way she acts and chose to name her this way).
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Part 2
Tohomiko, Kimiko-san
Lil' Chika...
Hello again and welcome. Phychiatrist H. Sunshine here, bringing to you more ridiculous fears for you to point and laugh at. However, some of these fears are not as much of a laughing matter like the squirrel. Note that this is also marked the genre "Horror". It starts to slightly kick in inside of this chapter.
This is the story of Kimiko, the Dragon of Fire's fear: Lil' Chika. Yes. A doll. Yeah.
Once upon a time in Tokyo... squiggly squiggly flashback lines... squiggly... still squiggly... OKAY! IT'S FOCUSED NOW!
It's little Kimiko Tohomiko's eighth birthday and she is very excited. She invited everyone she knew to her party.
The nicely decorated top floors of the Tohomiko Electronics building were bustling with happy people. Family and friends talked happily with each other. Even the workers were given the day off in celebration of Kimiko's special day.
Kimiko was talking with her best friends Keiko Mizuhara and Tomo Takino, trying to get them to tell her what they got her. They both laughed at her pointless efforts.
Keiko had her very straight shoulder-length black hair down and was wearing a white tank top over a jean skirt. Tomo's dark-brown hair (shoulder-length also) was down with it slightly curving outwards at the bottom and was wearing a navy-blue jacket with a black T-shirt underneath and baggy jeans. Kimiko had on a pretty blue dress that went down to her knees, her hair in two pig-tails (like how it looks when she's in her Temple uniform).
"C'mon, Keiko!" Kim begged for the millionth time tonight.
"Forget it!" Keiko refused with a grin.
The pig-tailed girl then slowly turned to look at Tomo. "Tomo... You can't keep a secret. You have to tell me."
"Fine! You're right! I can't keep a secret very good. BUT! This time, I'm willing make an exception." Tomo crosses her arms and gives Kimiko a smug look.
The Tohomiko girl folded her arms and started pouting.
Keiko shrugged. "Sorry. You're just gonna have to wait until--"
"KIMI-CHAN!"
The three girls looked around to see Kimiko's short father, Toshiro Tohomiko, running as fast as his small legs could carry him, searching for his daughter.
Kimiko waves over to him and shouts, "I'm over here, Papa!"
Toshiro followed the sound of her voice and eventually saw her. He rushed over to her, embracing his already-taller-than-him daughter. Keiko sighed. Tomo slightly gagged, causing Keiko to jab her with her elbow.
Once the father and daughter finished their moment of affection, Mr. Tohomiko smiled at her. "It's time for the cake."
"Yay!"
So, they went and sang "Happy Birthday" to Kimiko, she blew out the candles, and they ate some cake and other food things. Then, it was the moment Kimiko was waiting for: PRESENT TIME!
"YAAAAAAAAAY!" the now-eight-year-old girl screamed again, just with a lot more enthusiasm this time, and bolted for the main room, which was almost completely filled with colorful paper-covered boxes. She squeeled again at the large amount of presents that were for her. It wasn't as much as she got last year, but hey, it's still a lot.
She went through it all, one present at a time, thanking whoever got it for her. Most of them were video games, toys, and adorable outfits, some were even gothic believe it or not! Then, it was time to open the last gift.
"Who is it from, Kimi-chan?" Mr. Tohomiko asked.
"It doesn't say..." Kimiko replied after thoroughly checking the box for a card or a label. She did find a tag, but all it said was "To: Kimiko". The present was covered in black and blue-colored paper and the bow was a forest-green shade. Kim thought it was pretty, though.
She started ripping it open, showing a cardboard box. She opened that, to find it filled with those little white foam things. (What are those called?) She started digging into it and, when her hand bumped into something that felt like plastic, pulled out the thing that was inside of it. Kimiko gasped at what she saw.
It was a doll. It had red hair pulled into two pig-tails. It was dressed in a maroon dress with white polka dots tied with a white sash, ending with a bow in the back. The doll had on white socks with lace on the tops and black dress shoes. She was wearing old-fashioned underwear and her skin was a light shade of peach. Its face was sort of on the chubby side, the cheeks were rosy with some freckles, its lips looked like it had lipstick on, but it was the eyes that really would catch someone's attention.
Her big, blue, shiny, glass eyes were wide open, as if they were alive or something. They seemed to be staring right at you.
Kimiko held the doll, just staring at it. Everyone was in a tense silence as they watched the little girl's expression of awe. Then, she embraced it tightly, smiling and laughing.
"I LOVE IT! SHE'S SO PRETTY!"
Everyone let out a sigh of relief. They were all too familiar with a cranky Kimiko. It was something one does not want to see twice in one lifetime.
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Over the next three weeks, Kimiko had grown quite attached to the doll, which she named Lil' Chika. She took it everywhere, showing it off because no one else had a doll like it. It was only until her friends said something that she started having second thoughts about the doll.
She was riding the bus home from school one day, sitting next to Keiko with Tomo in the seat behind her. Kim was once again playing with Lil' Chika.
"Wanna come over my house, Kimiko?" Keiko asked.
"I don't know... I'll ask Lil' Chika!" Kimiko holds her doll so it's at arm's length out in front of her. "Do you wanna go to Miss Mizuhara's home, Lil' Chika?" Silence. Kimiko then smiles and turns to Keiko. "She says it is a good idea."
Tomo sighed roughly. "Oh, enough already! Kim! You have got to get rid of that doll!"
Kimiko stared at the girl who was hanging over the back of her seat. "Why?"
"It's annoying! You've pretty much worn it out from taking it everywhere you go. Those clothes are a fashion disastor anyway!" Tomo shouted, earning a strict look from the bus driver.
Kim then shifted to look at the girl sitting in between her and the window. "Do you want me to get rid of Lil' Chika, too, Keiko?"
Keiko felt a wave a guilt rush over her. It took a moment to come up with a good answer. "Well, it's not so much that I want you to get rid of her, but I think it would... um... be a little better if you just left her at home for once?" She ended her response with a weak smile, twiddling her thumbs a little. She really didn't want to hurt her friend's feelings.
Kimiko looked from one girl to the other to the doll, thinking. Now that she actually thought about it, Lil' Chika did look a little bad now; her skin was smudged slightly, the paint that was the lipstick looked scratched off, the dress was ripped in some places, and the shoes were scuffed from Kimiko making it look like the doll was walking.
But the eyes were still as shiny as ever and they stared back at Kimiko. She was starting to think it was kind of creepy. Why hadn't she noticed this before?
So, she decided to leave the doll tucked inside of her bookbag while she visited with Keiko. She called her dad to tell him where she was.
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That night, Kimiko, who was in her nightgown, sat in her room on her bed, simply staring at the doll. It stared back in a shiny glass gaze as it sat across from her on Kimiko's pillow.
"Tomo and Keiko were right... Maybe I should get rid of you... You're starting to look really scary right now..."
Lil' Chika didn't say anything, merely continued to look at the little real girl with those eyes.
Unable to take this anymore, Kimiko crawled over to the doll, grabbed it, and threw it intothe laundry basketon the other side of the room. The doll was out of sight. Kimiko sighed and snuggled under her blankets, falling asleep.
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Kimiko thrashed awake, freeing herself from the nightmare she was having. The little girl was breathing harshly, staring around the dimly lit room. It didn't help any when she looked to her bedside table when she saw Lil' Chika sitting there, staring at her. How did she get out of the laundry! Kimiko didn't bother answering her own question and started screaming, scooting away from the doll until she fell onto thefloor and started crying harder.
The door burst open, Mr. Tohomiko standing in the doorway. He had heard Kimiko screaming and ran up to see what was wrong. The short Japanese man saw his daughter crying on the ground and hurried to her side. She opened her blue eyes, saw her father, and started saying something in between gasps. Toshiro didn't understand a word of it.
"Kimi-chan! Please, calm down. I cannot understand what you are saying." he calmly but firmly told the girl.
It took a minute for Kimiko to get her breathing under control. Finally, when she had calmed down, she began telling her father about having a nightmare and about not wanting Lil' Chika anymore.
Toshiro's eyes widened slightly. "Why? You were so attached to Lil' Chika before..."
"That was then! She's creepy now! See for yourself!" Kimiko got up and turned on the lights. She then whirled around to face her bedside table... to see that the doll was no longer there. Kim gasped and started looking around table for Lil' Chika. "But, she was just there!"
She searched her entire room for the doll, not finding it anywhere.
"Ah! I found her!" Mr. Tohomiko was holding Lil' Chika in his hand.
Kimiko backed away from him. "Wh-where did you find her?"
"In your laundry basket."
Kimiko remembered that was where she last threw the doll before she went to bed... But, then why did she see it on her bedside table when no one had moved it there? She concluded that she was probably imagining things at the time or was still dreaming.
Since now apparently, there was nothing wrong, Kimiko hugged her dad, apologizing for scaring him and making him worry, and Toshiro tucked her in. With a kiss on the forehead, he turned off the light (leaving the nightlights on) and left the room, taking the doll with him, shutting the door behind him.
Kimiko, now feeling much better, shut her eyes and fell into a more peaceful sleep.
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"Sayonara, Lil' Chika..."
With that, Kimiko threw the doll into the crackling fire of the fireplace at Tomo's house. Keiko and Tomo were with her while they performed the "getting rid of the creepy doll" ceremony.
Tomo puts on a satisfied grin. "There. Now, was that so hard?"
Kimiko bows her head, staring directly at the doll that was melting. "...I guess not..."
Keiko puts a hand on Kimiko's shoulder. "It's alright. You have plenty of other dolls. Besides, Lil' Chika is in a better place."
"Yeah. Burning in the fiery pits of Hell!" Yeah, Tomo knew a pretty wide range of vocabulary for a nine-year-old. She starts walking from the room. "Come on! Let's play that new game that I just got: Goo Zombies!"
Keiko walks after Tomo. "Okay."
Kimiko was left alone in the den of Tomo's home, still staring at where Lil' Chika was burning. Now, half of the hair on her head had burned up, one arm had melted off, and the plastic around the eye sockets were sliding down her face as if she were crying. However, the eyes themselves remained the same. Kimiko screamed and ran after her friends as one of the eyeballs burst from its socket and onto the floor where she was just standing.
BACK TO THE PRESENT!
Huh. Well, that was a longer story than I expected. Kimiko still has nightmares of that ugly, ugly, burning, melty, half-bald doll. This is what I said to her:
Get over it. It's a doll, girl. A DOLL. It can't walk or talk, let alone attack you without you touching it yourself... unless you're stupid enough to do it like in "Poltergueist" when that boy was wrestling the clown doll. Hated that movie. Or, you can use the Kuzusu Atom Shen Gong Wu (spoiler for those who haven't seen it yet) and vaporize all dolls? Your choice.
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'Til next time!