Fingers gripped the sharp, silver object tightly and smashed it aganist a wooden block which was in the shape of a human. It squealed in complete pain as it thrashed around, strange black smoke seeping out of it's stomach. It screamed and thrashed around in the pale hand it rested it. Screaming for its life, a pained look was on the owner of this particular hands face.

Guilt.

What was he guilty of? Was he guilty that he killed a doll? No person would be guilty of killing a doll, because you couldn't kill it doll. It was already dead, its remains would be on the floor, a soul would have seeped out. Yes, they were all dead, but if what he just did didn't have any meaning to the world, why, why was he feeling guilty?

He knew why. He knew it well, people claimed that dolls didn't live, they didn't breath like human's did. They didn't speak, they didn't have a heart. "Their wrong, dolls do have a heart." The boy whispered, clutching the lifeless doll in his hands- there were only two creatures on the Earth, dolls and humans- yet many claimed that there was only one being on Earth, and those beings were humans.

They lie. There are two living creatures on Earth. Oh yes, dolls were living creatures, some would rush at you and slowly, yet painfully kill you while others would stay by your side and protect you, even if it meant risking their life.

This boy, this creator; he killed his own creation, and he knew it wasn't coming back. His creation; his doll wasn't what he wanted it to be, at first it was something he loved, he even gave her a name:

Mimi.

He loved Mimi, but one day she started acting up and tried to kill him, more then once; he concluded that she had been possessed by evil desires and those desires overwhemoned her heart, and so he had to, he had to kill her. But this creator just couldn't shake off the fact that he did something horrible, something that he would regret in the past.

Here he was, scraping another piece of wood, he didn't know what he was making, he just knew he was making something, his thoughts overwhemed him, and the next thing he knew he had made another Mimi, and another doll; who was this doll? Was, was it him? The boy stared at his tiny replica, and let a smile play at his lips as he both the brunette doll and the red-headed doll together making them hold hands.

"I'll always love you Mimi, no matter where you are.."