TW: implied de#th, depressing themes and imagery. Two dolls ran down the flowery hillside. Hand in hand, with no fear in the world. Every morning when they woke, They turned a personal key to their heart so that they could keep exploring the vast world beyond the cruel puppeteer's house. They worked together through any problems they faced. No matter the depth of a crack in their porcelain skin, or what hidden dangers laid ahead. One day, One of them fell into a pit, cracking into pieces. Her friend weaved a rope and lowered herself into the cave to help her, but as soon as she pulled up on the rope, It tore. Trapping them inside, hidden from any possible help. Days passed by, and she did everything she could to ease her friend's pain. Using the little glue they had left, tying her l#mbs together with torn grass rope, and singing a music box lullaby to help the friend sleep. But soon, There was nothing left to do. Nothing but wait. Rain made her friend's gears rust, despite holding her, and covering her the best she could. Soon, her victorian dress rotted away from moths and mold, and the small silk roses in her friends hair wilted, and her once vibrant dress grew with mold, and crumpled away with time. The moss around them grew closer and closer. A dreaded reminder that there was nothing she could do to help her friend. The weight of the fact crashed down when her friend's key broke from the rust. Her friend urged her to use the objects around them to escape, even her own parts when she p#sses, but she refused. The next few hours, she wore a brave face and sung her friend's favorite songs to distract herself from the grief and the unavoidable future. Even though her friend wouldn't actually d#e, It would be as if she truly did without her key. In the final hour, Her friend's gears stopped moving, and she wore a peaceful smile. As though she were in a deep slumber. Her last words Thanking her for everything she did. Her friend gazed at her own key. The very thing needed, but couldn't unlock her heart. There was nothing she could do. Nothing she can do besides hope. She was Helpless.
Please don't read if you're already depressed.
