Talk:Living Doll/@comment-27800590-20161216234700

You're an inventor, going through an old junkyard looking for parts for your latest invention, when you hear a clicking sound, like a gear that keeps skipping. Going to investigate, you spot a living doll, eyes blank and one of her arms laying in front of her.

The joint appears to be broken on the arm, and her face has a scar-like crack running down one side. She looks up at you and, in a deadpan voice whispers. "Don't mind me, I'm just another broken toy."

WWYD?

(Sorry if this is a bit dark. I'll change or remove it at request.)