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#16
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CupcakeDolly
Wayward Victorian Doll
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"Poor Mr. Monster..."
Ophelia watched with eyes that had begun to glisten with tears as the monster shuddered and spasmed in its final moments. Its roaring had turned into a pitiful mewling, and its legs were drawn up to its body as it finally fell still. Its thorax was still oozing liquid from within, leaving ankle-deep puddles in the alleyway. The thick pieces of its carapace began to crack and flake away around the places where the loud man had cut into it.
Having spotted something, Ophelia immediately jumped from the rooftop and rolled along the ground to soften the fall, effectively covering herself in the monster's viscous blood. She leapt up and straddled the beast's long neck and stuck her hands into crack in its shell, plunging in until her arms had nearly disappeared inside of the thing, and when she brought them back out she held a pair of very human-looking legs in her hands.
The legs themselves were attached to a body that remained quite human in shape, up until her neck. Everything above that point was a mess of deformed tissue and complex mechanical innards, all connected to the inside of the creature's head.
"Poor, poor thing," Ophelia gently held the unmoving body's small, feminine hand in her own. "I thought I recognized you. I very much doubt you wanted to be a monster at all."
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Posted 12-03-2015, 06:13 PM
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