A/N 1: if you've never heard played or seen "Don't toy with me" then I highly, highly recommend you to either download it on itch.io and play it or watch ManlyBadassHero's playthrough of it, now let's get in it.

"If you don't wanna be my friend, just leave me alone." Came the words from the living puppet clown toy known as Huxley.

The person whom he was talking to was a porcelain doll in a purple maid outfit known as Dahlia, Dahlia's expression remained as shocked as before only now she had tears brimming on the edges of her big glossy eyes.

Before anyone else in the room could say or do anything Dahlia sprinted past Huxley and a small blue plush toy known as Wisker straight into the kitchen.

Huxley took a moment to breathe and looked down at Wisker who looked as sad as ever.

He didn't have a good feeling about this, maybe he should at least try to apologize to Dahlia, even if she is being an ass about him receiving gifts from the owner, or appeared to actually be winning the owner over Dahlia, or maybe she should just learn to take a hint for once and not take on everything like it's going to kill her.

Despite mulling over what to do Huxley ultimately decided to let Dahlia sort herself out, after all, Huxley really didn't want to talk to her anymore.

A few moments later Huxley heard Dahlia come back from the kitchen only to stop at the entrance of the foyer, then saying.

"Huxley.."

Annoyed, Huxley asked "What? What do you want, Dahlia?"

"You really don't understand a thing" Dahlia responded lowly.

Turning around Huxley saw something that shocked him and made his imaginary blood run cold.

There standing in-between the entrance to the kitchen was Dahlia with a dried tear-streaked face glaring hatefully at Huxley.

However Dahlia herself wasn't the thing that scared Huxley, it was the knife she was holding that scared him.

"You ruin everything! Don't you get it!?" Dahlia shouts.

"Dahlia?" Huxley asks fear gripping his heart.

"I was wrong! I can admit that.

Wanting friends was wrong." She stated

"It should've been just us. Even Wisker doesn't have to be here."

Huxley held a tighter grip on his cane while Wisker scurried under the box that Huxley came from for cover.

Huxley's frustration and fear became apparent when he shouted.

"You're acting nuts! If you want the stupid cane so bad, just take it!" I just won't have anything!

"It's better than whatever this is."

Huxley brought up the cane to Dahlia, however, Dahlia swatted it away shouting.

"I don't want the stupid cane!"

Fortunately for Huxley, he managed to keep his grip on the cane.

The porcelain doll known as Dahlia glared at Huxley with tear-filled eyes, holding up her knife before shouting.

"I just want things to be like they were!"

Now legitimately afraid for his life, Huxley pleaded.

"Dahlia please… you're scaring me."

Before Huxley had another chance to plead Dahlia bolted towards him with such speed that Huxley barely had any time to bring up his cane, luckily enough for him he managed to bring his cane up in self-defense before Dahlia could pounce on him.

What happened after was them both falling to the ground, however immediately afterward Everyone in the room heard one thing, and one thing only, a very loud, and resounding *CRACK*.

Huxley's eyes widened as he saw Dahlia reel back in pain, dropping the knife, and screaming while doing so, he noticed that when both of them fell Dahlia's forearm collided with his cane that he held out in front of him, producing the loud sound.

As Huxley was looking at Dahlia writhing, he was just starting to take in the situation.

"Did she just try to kill me?!" He thought

Thinking about it more, Huxley grew more mad than he's ever been in his life.

After all, he's been through, with gaving to deal with an abusive owner, to being sold, to then having to deal with Dahlia's melodramatic bullshit, to now her attempting to murder him, something in Huxley just snapped.

Hopping over to Dahlia on his spring, Huxley in a fit of absolute rage shouted at the top of his imaginary lungs.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH?!"

Without a second thought, and even before Dahlia could respond, Huxley held his cane high over his head and Sent the elongated stick directly for Dahlia's now damaged right forearm, and her left hand which was clutching her crack.

"N-NO! STO-" Dahlia screamed before.

SMASH!*

A new wave of agony was sent through Dahlia, as she felt her imaginary nerves in both her hands and right forearm get completely obliterated, Dahlia couldn't stop her screams of agony nor the fresh tears she now uncontrollably sobbed, staring up in terror at the toy she nearly killed she pleaded in desperation.

"P-Please don't kill me! I didn't mean it! I-i'm sorry! I-I D-DON'T WANNA DIE!"

Dahlia was hyperventilating and started to shout at a rapid pace that Huxley couldn't keep up with, but still knowing that she was pleading with him

As much as he wanted to cave in her dome of a head, Huxley looked up toward Wisker who looked mortified at the scene before him.

Seeing that almost drew all of the strength in Huxley's body, it was too much for him to handle.

Lowering his cane back to the ground, he looked back at Dahlia who had curled up into a fetal position tightly shutting her eyes, crying while gritting her teeth in anguish.

Judging by how what was left of her arms were violently, and uncontrollably shaking, she would definitely not come back up.

Huxley didn't even know what to do anymore, however, he didn't have to as a pair of giant tweezers descended from the now open ceiling, and grabbed Dahlia tightly.

Grunting in pain Dahlia was brought out of the dollhouse via the owner.

The ceiling closed again, and Huxley let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Looking back at where Wisker was, Huxley then realized that he scurried off somewhere else in the dollhouse.

Sighing tiredly Huxley used the cane to help him go back up to his room, in the attic, when he finally did, he locked the entrance and plopped on his dusty bed, before finally drifting off to sleep.

A/N 2: I never really got how Huxley never used the cane in self-defense from Dahlia, anyways if you like this Oneshot, I just might make a sequel. Cya.