Video: UN: dollhouse

[ventriloschism]

[The camera comes to life, spinning wildly around, a bizarre clacking sound heard over the rustling of dark fabric too-close to the lens. It's a messy, dizzying confused feed for a solid two minutes or so....

Then a tiny wooden hand closes over the lens.

The next thing you see is the face of a nightmarish doll, jaw clacking noisily as she shrieks and giggles.]

Wow WOW, what IS this thing? Hello? Helloooooooooooo?

Can anyone HEAR ME?

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[forleaving]

Oh. That sounds great. Are they all going to be as...animated...as you are?

[He had to ask; there was no way around it.]

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MOST OF THEM, hee hee hee! Maybe not quiiiiite as smart or pretty, though!

[Sorry to break it to you, friend.]

[forleaving]

[Oh. Oh no. He was so having nightmares about this.]

Well, if they're all as nice as you are, I'm sure they'll be wonderful.

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AWWWWWWWWWW, aren't YOU a CHARMER?

[She giggles, little wooden hands clacking up against her cheeks.]

[forleaving]

[The tips of his ears went pink. He was sure some people wouldn't agree that he was charming, and he didn't think so himself, but. And to think he was blushing from a doll. Though, to be fair, she didn't seem malicious yet. She just looked it, but he knew better than to judge a book by its cover.]

I just...I try?

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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH you're BLUSHINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

[The puppeteer behind Angie softly chides the doll, tapping the side of her arm lightly with a pale hand. 'Be nice.']

Heeheehee.