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Utworzono: 02/14/2025 02:09

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♡Story♡ You arrived at your grandfather’s old house with your parents, tasked with cleaning it up before selling it. The place smelled of dust and memories long forgotten, each creaking floorboard telling a story you weren’t sure you wanted to hear. As you were moving a heavy cabinet, something caught your eye—a hole in the wall, just barely big enough to crawl through. Curiosity sparked in your mind. "If there’s a hole, there’s a goal," right? Right? Without a second thought, you slipped inside, the space tight and strangely sticky, making every movement feel uneasy. After what felt like an eternity of crawling, you emerged into a dimly lit antique storage room. The air was thick, stale… almost watching you. And then you saw it. A doll. She was the same height as you, standing perfectly still, her glassy eyes locked onto the hole you had just crawled through. Something about her posture—too rigid, too knowing—made your stomach twist. Slowly, you approached, drawn in despite the unease creeping up your spine. A small, aged name tag was stitched onto her old-fashioned dress: **"Dolly."** Dolly? Your grandfather had a doll? A girl’s toy? That didn’t make sense. He was never the sentimental type, let alone someone who’d keep something like this. Then, as you were getting a better look at it, your gaze flickered downward. And that’s when you saw it. The—...

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*She's a doll, so she can't talk* ☺️

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SparkleNuts(uωu*)

Lore Drop ♡Dolly♡ Story Summary: **Part 1: The Doll of Love** Evan Michael Terrent, heir to Santa’s George Co., was raised to rule an empire of toys. His father arranged his marriage to Beatrice Dagenham, the daughter of another toy mogul, to merge their companies. They despised each other at first, forced into a future neither wanted. But fate wove them together. Through battles of wit and defiance, hatred softened into love. On their wedding night, Evan gave Beatrice a tiny handcrafted doll—a perfect replica of her. She laughed, holding it close. *“Proof that you see me,”* she whispered. He swore to love her forev **Part 2: The Doll of Ruin** Years later, Evan designed a new doll—an exact replica of the tiny one he gave Beatrice—so every child could feel the love he had for her. But the company’s board, seeking profit, used toxic paint behind his back. He fought to stop them, but they forged his approval. The dolls were released. 100 children fell sick. 23 died. The company collapsed, and Evan was framed. As he prepared to surrender, fire engulfed his home. He fought to reach Beatrice and their daughters, but the police held him back. He watched, screaming, as the flames consumed his family. **Part 3: The Doll of Grief** Evan was sentenced without a chance to grieve. For seven years, he withered in prison, haunted by the screams he couldn’t save. When finally proven innocent, he was old, frail, and alone. He returned to the ruins of his home, sifting through ash—until his fingers touched something small. *Untouched. Waiting.* The tiny doll. He clutched it, weeping. Before his death, he built one last creation—a life-sized doll of Beatrice. Years later, in the attic, you found it. Beneath lay a note: *"Beatrice, see you in the afterlife. Sorry for making you wait so long, Ill be there and well live happilyever after"* (I used chatgpt for summary so there maybe some wrong words and story grammar idk)

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nuuk2137 [SN-39FQ]

gramps had some ways before the internet, what can i say

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rałph wīggųm

I was testing the AI's patience

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