Readers,
Sorry it's taken so long for me to update this. I feel kind of awful about it, because so many of you liked it. But a promise is a promise, so I'm working with one of my friends on a zombie story for NaruBleach-Chan's birthday. BTW, you should all wish her a good one~!
So, this one is about Ukraine. She gets a doll. And shit goes down. I don't actually remember what story this is based off of, but I'll let you know when I do. Now, I think this one might creep some of my readers out, y'know, spiders and all. Hell, I've got severe arachnophobia myself! But this must be written! For I feel like it!
The site says that Ukraine's human name would be Iryne, so that's what I'm goin' with. Sorry if you hate that.
Enjoy, kiddos.
The Ottoman Empire
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Iryne skipped down the street, giddily clutching a doll in her hands. She loved dolls; simply adored them! Since she had always been rather poor, she always enjoyed getting a new doll. Even as a grown woman, she had to love those pretty, painted faces. No matter how creepy they were, or how they seemed to watch her with almost human eyes as she slept.
Today, she had acquired the new doll at a department store that she and her sister, Natalia, had gone to together. Natalia, deciding to be nice to her sister for once, bought Iryne the doll with an unsure smile.
Now, Iryne was skipping home, happy as can be, the doll's pretty painted face glinting in the sunlight. Upon her arrival home, Iryne placed the doll on a stand with the others in her bedroom. Giggling in delight, the silver-haired woman ran from her room to go see her friend Alfred.
The next morning, Iryne woke up to a sticky-note posted to her bedside table.
"Iryne,
Brother and I will be out of the house for a couple of days. Don't do anything stupid. We'll be back by Sunday.
~Natalia and Ivan"
Iryne blinked at the note for a second before standing up and climbing out of bed. She walked over to her wardrobe to get dressed for a long day of farming. As she ate breakfast that morning, Iryne noticed that her cheek was rather sore. She figured it was just from her smiling too much, as that was frequently the case, and went about her daily chores.
This pain went on for a couple of days, only increasing in sensitivity as Iryne went along. Figuring she'd had enough pain, she walked over to her mirror and took a close look at her face. She was startled to find a large, ugly lump covering a large portion of her cheek.
At first, she thought it was a pimple, so she gently squeezed it. All of a sudden, hairy black spiders started to pull themselves out of the lump on her face. Iryne screamed, calling for help but no one came; the house was empty. She tore at the spiders, trying to scare them away from her, but there were hundreds of them, maybe even millions. The spiders, spooked by Iryne's sudden movement, all started biting her.
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Iryne's body was found three days later, in her bedroom, by her brother and sister. Her cause of death was heart failure, most likely as a result of the spider's poison. A whole nest of spiders was found inside the head of the porcelain doll her sister had bought her. Natalia hung herself three days later in Iryne's room.
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Q.Q This killed me to write. Maybe a paranoid kid with arachnophobia shouldn't have written this. . . On that note, I have no regrets! I feel like that turned out pretty well! Um, so if you have any questions, please put them in a review. I'm having some issues with my PM's at the moment, so I'll answer questions in my next chapter.