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Made myself a Kewpie necklace last night.

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Looking around and seeing everyone eating their meals, the girl took advantage that not many were looking her way. Sneaking out of the cafeteria she started “sucking on her thumb” when in reality she was gnawing at it. Tasting her sweet flesh was nice, and the iron taste was so nostalgic. Good thing she ate an orange before so her thumb still tasted somewhat like orange. Strange combination, but it was pleasurable nonetheless. As she was down to just a couple muscles and the bone, she saw someone sitting on the couch watching Lion King. DOLL walked over and sat down on the other side of the couch, her thumb still in her mouth. If she pulled out her thumb she’d be sure the other girl would scream at the sight of her bloody stump of a thumb and the bone that’d be poking out.

Muriel had almost gotten used to the asylum, but not quite. She still didn’t trust the staff, and she’d mostly kept to herself, so she didn’t really know the patients, but the building itself was… warm, for lack of a better word. She’d managed to figure out when the lounge was mostly abandoned (Dinner time) and so she went at that hour, skipping the meal, to watch whatever film they’d left on. She’d seen the last half of most of the disney renaissance. Today, she was watching the second half of the Lion King for the second time. She’d let her guard down, so she didn’t notice another person walking in.

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Michael noticed the slight change in the girls attitude as she sat their and he became curious. “They stop you because it isn’t healthy. You need nutrients from outside your body. If you eat yourself then you aren’t getting the necessary nutrients you need to grow. You need vitamins, like vitamin C and it’s honestly easier just to get them from fruit. I have a little boy and he’s always stealing fruit but I don’t mind he’s growing.” He felt his ears get warm with embarrassment when he realized he had been rambling as he tended to the patient. He even mentioned Nathaniel and he rarely did that for his patients. Maybe, it was just because he was trying to explain why eating herself could be bad for her health.

Pursing her lips, DOLL held back the urge to roll her eyes. She was an excellent chef and if he watched the Food Network he’d know that. The girl was featured on Chopped and won the competition. She wished she could go back on again but while trapped here she wouldn’t be able to. “Well, I’m not a child. If you all let me prepare myself, I’d have a better meal. I used to cook steak from my legs, spinach salad, and delightful rolls,” she recalled as she thought back to her beautiful life. How DOLL missed her family, her old life. All she needed was to go back home with her family and everything would be normal again. “My family always loved my food, and so did others. All our guests loved our meals too. They would gush over how I was a magnificent cook,” she mumbled to herself. The girl was quiet as she looked at the floor, not used to talking this much to someone.

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Dragging her feet as she walked out of the infirmary, DOLL rubbed the bandage on her arm. She barely began eating when someone caught her. It seemed more people were watching over her to make sure she didn’t cannibalize herself. It was annoying, but she’d find a way around it, she always did. Hearing someone talking to themselves, she wandered the halls, humming a haunting tune as she did so. As she clasped her hands behind her back as she peeked behind a corner, and seeing a confused man. Walking up to him quietly, her dainty feet not making a sound as she did so, she asked, “Is there something you need?” The girl stood patiently, hands still behind her back as she blinked at the man in front of her.

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Raphael was very excited to start his new day. He couldn’t wait to get to his office. He had an issue though. He had no idea where it was. He walked through the halls trying to find the empty office. ‘I’m gonna have to learn all this a better time’ he thinks to himself in embarrassment. ‘I am an angel of the fucking lord, how could I get lost so easily.’ He passed by a empty room with a large guy in it and was very concerned about the waves of despair and heartbreak coming from him. ‘Maybe I’ll be able to help him soon but first I need to find where I’ll help people.’ He turns around the corner and walks into what seems like the common room. “Well what the hell dad?” he mutters softly as he feels eyes on him. He looks around hoping to find a way out.

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Teddy bear blood bag

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The first thing Michael notices when he walks up to the small girl is the smell of blood. He was use to it from the his years as a doctor but it was still a shock. “Diana what did you do to your leg?” he asks as he takes a look at her wound. He noticed it was about half the size of his fist and there was a good portion missing. He walks over to the cabinet with the medical supplies and grabs a disinfectant and something to wrap it in. He sits down in front of her and puts her foot in his lap as he begins to clean the wound. He notices that wound was identical to a bite mark and then it dawned on him that she was the cannibal. Obviously he needed to read the charts closer.

Tilting her head, she was surprised someone actually referred to her as Diana. She was so used to being called DOLL that being called anything else almost caused confusion. Shaking her head to make the thought go away, she replied with a small pout, “I was eating it, but a guard stopped me.” Why wasn’t she allowed to do this? It wasn’t that bad, she’d heal within a couple hours anyway. Watching him actually being kind to her wound, she was a little taken-aback. Not many people acted like this around her. Most were distant and had strained smiles. But this man didn’t seem like that. Not wanting those thoughts in her head, she reminded herself to be the doll she was. To be silent, to be pretty, to be still, and to let the man do what he needed to. So DOLL waited patiently, either waiting for him to talk or for a need to change her smile.

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