Untitled Novel - Chapter 2 (Invi Doll)

I didn’t mean to kill her. I didn’t, honest. I just wanted to see what it would be like to actually be near a real, live, well, previously alive, human, without actually making myself known. I just wanted to see if she would be one of those, like my previous owner, a stressed out magazine columnist, who would misunderstand me and wrap me in toilet paper before flushing me down the toilet.
I floated around in the sewage for what seemed like years before some misguided plant worker thought I would make a good Christmas tree fairy, like that seemingly innaccurate story about the wooden abandoned doll (. I wasn’t abandoned; I just annoyed the people around me so much that they did not know what else to do with me. Sadly, his family did not feel the same about me (have you ever heard of a Christmas fairy with blue hair?) and threw me out again. I do not think my circuit being broken at the word “BOOB!” helped matters either. The aforementioned family had many little victims to corrupt kids.

So, there I was, lonely and abandoned on the side of the street (woe is me), when suddenly these items of human clothing appeared out of nowhere, absolutely nowhere. I took my chance and dragged myself into the tan-coloured coat. I did not want attention. Any attention would give me false hope that someone would finally understand me and my need to say “Blue lips! Yay!” every minute of the day.

Then, this strange thing happened. The clothes suddenly started making music, and terrible music at that. The music irritated me. I could feel myself being engulfed in this coat, with no way of getting out.

The smell of the human was getting closer and closer and closer, and she seemed bewitched by the very same music that so detested me.

As I struggled harder and harder against my bonds, I could feel this human slowly reach out to grab the coat…

It all happened so fast. Sparks flew out of me, literally tasering her with my grasp, and I couldn’t seem to let go. When I had finally gathered all my strength and wrenched myself away from her iron grasp, it was too late. She was dead.

D-E-A-D. Dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead. DEAD!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, O-M-G, OMG, what did I just do?

The coat began to twitch again.

If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap)
If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands (clap clap)
If you’re happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it
If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. (clap clap)

If you’re happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp stomp)
If you’re happy and you know it, stomp your feet (stomp stomp)
If you’re happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it
If you’re happy and you know it, stomp your feet. (stomp stomp)

If you’re happy and you know it, shout “Hurray!” (hoo-ray!)
If you’re happy and you know it, shout “Hurray!” (hoo-ray!)
If you’re happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it
If you’re happy and you know it, shout “Hurray!” (hoo-ray!)

If you’re happy and you know it, do all three (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)
If you’re happy and you know it, do all three (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)
If you’re happy and you know it, then your face will surely show it
If you’re happy and you know it, do all three. (clap-clap, stomp-stomp, hoo-ray!)

It sang this over and over and over again, despite the fact that I was clearly NOT happy. What was I supposed to do? I had just killed a woman, no, girl, wait, human-type thing.I mustered the remaining Invi Doll strength and pushed her still, lifeless body away from the coat. I had to get rid of the evidence somehow.

Basically, I ran, (as fast as I can, to the middle of nowhere, to the middle of my frustrated fears and I swear…) as fast as my little legs would carry me.
“Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Donec at mi eu dolor bibendum volutpat. Nulla non nibh. Etiam a lorem. Etiam ullamcorper pellentesque ipsum. Cras cursus, elit ornare pretium rutrum, dolor mauris commodo ante, quis consequat ipsum ligula at dui. Nam ut augue. Nulla facilisi. Pellentesque hendrerit tellus eget mauris. Pellentesque dapibus pede. Nunc sed ligula id tellus fringilla adipiscing. Nam tempus dignissim turpis. Donec vel urna.

Aenean est. Proin sollicitudin, purus ut molestie dictum, nibh nunc gravida quam, vel fringilla ligula elit a magna. Donec dictum lobortis ipsum. In sed urna. Donec pede pede, ullamcorper in, euismod id, tristique nec, ante. In metus odio, suscipit et, venenatis eget, hendrerit vitae, metus. Vestibulum vestibulum commodo arcu. In volutpat consequat nisi. Aliquam est tortor, volutpat at, fringilla at, volutpat id, elit. Morbi augue neque, cursus sed, porta a, commodo quis, massa. Morbi sed, sed…”, I whispered to myself, trying to control my blue hair.

GAH! What was the last word? “Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Donec at mi eu dolor bibendum volutpat. Nulla non nibh. Etiam a lorem. Etiam ullamcorper pellentesque ipsum. Cras cursus, elit ornare pretium rutrum, dolor mauris commodo ante, quis consequat ipsum ligula at dui. Nam ut augue. Nulla facilisi. Pellentesque hendrerit tellus eget mauris. Pellentesque dapibus pede. Nunc sed ligula id tellus fringilla adipiscing. Nam tempus dignissim turpis. Donec vel urna.

Aenean est. Proin sollicitudin, purus ut molestie dictum, nibh nunc gravida quam, vel fringilla ligula elit a magna. Donec dictum lobortis ipsum. In sed urna. Donec pede pede, ullamcorper in, euismod id, tristique nec, ante. In metus odio, suscipit et, venenatis eget, hendrerit vitae, metus. Vestibulum vestibulum commodo arcu. In volutpat consequat nisi. Aliquam est tortor, volutpat at, fringilla at, volutpat id, elit. Morbi augue neque, cursus sed, porta a, commodo quis, massa. Morbi sed justo,” I repeated.

Then, my pea-sized brain slowly kicked in, and I began to realise that nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?

… Basically, I would have to soak my arab scarf very thoroughly in lemon juice. To do this, I would have to buy fresh lemons. Then, I would have to lay the scarf out on a table and cover it completely, and dry it with a hair dryer on the lowest setting. Why did I want to do this, I hear you ask? I was now a fugitive. The police would want to arrest me, as they knew the game and were gonna play it. In that circumstance, I would need my arab scarf soaked very thoroughly in lemon juice, to protect me from tear gas and other stuff.

I would also have to protect my identity. Stealing Mr. Adolph Blaine Charles David Earl Frederick Gerald Hubert Irvin John Kenneth Lloyd Martin Nero Oliver Paul Quincy Randolph Sherman Thomas Uncas Victor William Xerxes Yancy Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorffwelchevoralternwarengewissenschaftschafe rswessenschafewarenwohlgepflegeundsorgfaltigkeitbeschutzenvonangreifeudurch ihrraubgierigfeindewelchevoralternzwolftausendjahresvorandieerscheinenersch einenvanderersteerdemenschderraumschiffgebrauchlichtalsseinursprungvonkraft gestartseinlangefahrthinzwischensternaitigraumaufdersuchenachdiesternwelche gehabtbewohnbarplanetenkreisedrehensichundwohinderneurassevonverstandigmens chlichkeitkonntefortpflanzenundsicherfeuenanlebenslanglichfreudeundruhemitn icheinfurchtvorangreifenvonandererintelligentgeschopfsvonhinzwischenternart Zeus igraum Senior’s one seemed like a great place to start. I was also considering moving to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu or Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit.

Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit seemed like the safest bet, being on the other side of the world. It was the city of angels, the great city, the residence of the Emerald Buddha, the impregnable city (of Ayutthaya) of God Indra, the grand capital of the world endowed with nine precious gems, the happy city, abounding in an enormous Royal Palace that resembles the heavenly abode where reigns the reincarnated God, a city given by Indra and built by Vishnukarn, after all.

The city of angels, the great city, the residence of the Emerald Buddha, the impregnable city (of Ayutthaya) of God Indra, the grand capital of the world endowed with nine precious gems, the happy city, abounding in an enormous Royal Palace that resembles the heavenly abode where reigns the reincarnated God, a city given by Indra and built by Vishnukarn seemed like a good place for a little doll with blue hair who had a penchant for screaming, “What’s your word count?”, “Boob!”, “How’s your plot doing?”, “Blue lips! Yay!”, “Baeae!”, “Awwwh ;_;” and “Jebus!”, that was only sold with all participating sellers and at all good toy shops, and told people to only trust sellers and shops with the original Invi Stamp! Do not accept imposters! Accept only the original.
It was also clear that I could be be dangerous to health (as shown by the dead woman, girl, or human-type thing). I would also need to be used with caution, and not allowed to get close to electronic articles which have buttons, because it could result in up to fifty thousand words of crap. I could not accept any responsibility for loss of sanity or mental health issues.

It was clear that if I did not do something fast, I would turn into a Rickroll Invi Doll, and nobody wanted that. The Rickroll Invi Doll was evil.

The Rickroll Invi Doll
While stocks last! So hurry down to the shops today!
Is equipped with five phrases:
“We’re no strangers to love”
“You wouldn’t get this from any other [Invi Doll]”
“Never gonna give you up, etc, etc”
“I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling”
“Your heart’s been aching, but you’re too shy to say it”
BONUS: “The Literal Version Of Never Gonna Give You Up”
Comes complete with tan mac, black polo neck and hair gel.
Will sing all night and dance all day, and force so many people to click links at random that she won’t remember crashing their browser.

Sold with all participating sellers and at all good toy shops. Only trust sellers and shops with the original Invi Stamp! Do not accept imposters! Accept only the original!

May be dangerous to health. Use with caution. Do not let doll get close to anything that may be turned into a meme. May result in being forced to sing the song for all eternity. You have been warned.

Yeah, like I said, I did not want to turn into THAT.

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