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You're not sure where it came from but somehow you've come into the possession of a small porcelain doll. Despite the happy smile on its face, it's anything but friendly in appearance. The pigtails look suspiciously like real human hair, it smells oddly of licorice and while the flawless, porcelain skin is intact, she only has one blue eye, a gaping hole where the other eye should be. Keeping the doll in your residence overnight produces one very vivid, very real dream of being in the doll's stead, your vision only visible through the empty eye socket. As you sit on your shelf (or chair, wherever the doll was left), you are forced to watch as someone puppets your body in your stead, taking your place. None of your family or friends seem suspicious, especially since you can't seem to scream or talk... being the doll that you now are. When you wake up, the doll has found its way into your bed, only now the hole is gone, replaced with a matching, ordinary looking eye.
She wasn't sure where Sarah found it, but her five year old came home with the doll in hand, looking happy and proud of herself. Any questions were met with cryptic, five year old answers. She took the doll from her daughter and looked it over, shaking her head. She determined that she couldn't keep it and though Sarah pouted - mom's word was law. Kyn set the thing on the bookshelf in the living room, trying to decide what to do with it. Deciding to ask her husband when he came home from work, she soon forgot about the doll and went about her life. He said he'd be late, patrol, so she thought nothing of making dinner and feeding Sarah before putting her to bed. She settled on the couch to wait for him. It didn't take long for the exhausted mom to fall asleep.
"Where am I?"
She was looking at her living room from a strange angle and her view seemed to be limited from a weird perspective. She saw her husband come home and tried to call out to greet him, but nothing came. Instead, she saw herself get up from the couch to do what she always did - give him a kiss hello and hug him, checking him over for fresh bruises. The sight shocked and amazed her, since she knew she was where she was and it wasn't there with Tony.
"Hey!"
Any attempt to speak or move was restricted as if she was bound and just a witness as someone, something, acted in her stead. The imposter moved to get her husband a beer and presented it with a loving smile. He seemed to have no idea, looking at her in the same weary but loving way he always did.
"No, Tony, that's not me! You have to know that isn't me!"
He didn't hear her, coming into the living room. From where he sat and what she could see she realized she was sitting on their bookself...like that creepy doll! She realized why her perspective was all screwed up now - the doll only had one eye. She was looking out of the other. Kyn gasped in horror and tried to struggle, only nothing obeyed her will. She had no autonomy; only a single window in which to view this horrible nightmare. She watched as the imposter, the body snatcher, came into the room with a glass of wine and sat beside her wonderful lover. It sickened her as it leaned against him and talked to him with him none the wiser.
"Tony, please! I'm here! I'm right here!"
None of her words made it out of the doll's pretty porcelain mouth. Instead the mock Kyndall turned and kissed her husband, winding her arms around his neck. She squeaked and thrashed from her shelf, trying to do anything to alert him to the fact that this woman was not the right one. He shouldn't be kissing her. He shouldn't be touching her like that. Oh, God, what was happening? She saw a familiar smirk tug her lips up with a discreet nod to their bedroom. He seemed to like the idea and set his half finished beer aside, sweeping the imposter off her feet gallantly, as he had a wont to do.
"No..."
The sound of the front door jolted her out of her dream, snapping her awake. She looked down and touched her own body, running her hands along her sweater. She looked up to see her husband through the door and sighed in relief, spotting the creepy doll on the bookshelf across the room. Strangely, both eyes seemed to be intact. Had she just imagined it was missing one before? She decided the trashcan was the best place for it, just in case, and moved to kiss her husband hello.
"I just had the worst dream, love. I'm glad you're home."
