The door was slowly pushed open. Just from the speed alone, Jeff knew who was coming in. A pit forms in his stomach. He didn’t realize that Annie would be able to come in. The girl is only two years old, and infatuated with cloth dolls. She waddles around the room, before seeing Jeff sitting by the mirror.
“Dolly!” she coos, as she hurries over.
She wraps her little hands around the “dolly” and lifts him up to her face. Jeff tries to wiggle away, but he can’t move as a doll.
The little girl comments, “Pretty. You coming with me.”
Jeff, upon hearing this, mentally widens his eyes in fear.
“Pl-please… d-don’t Annie,” he thinks to himself, trying to tell his sister, “I’m your brother. Not a doll.”
After staring at the “doll” for a while, Annie waddles out of the room. Jeff in her hand, she slowly goes back to her own room. The “doll” is pained by his sister squeezing his torso.
“DAMN!” Jeff shouts in his mind, “I’m helpless. She’s going to play with me!”
Annie opens the door to her room, which was left ajar so she could enter at will. The moment she walks in, Jeff sees all the cloth dolls lying on the floor. Some are covered in crayon marks, some look like they’ve been stuck in his sister’s diaper, but they all look seen their fair share of “play.”
“This is bad,” Jeff thinks, trying to not focus on the present, “I hope someone comes in and takes me away from Annie. Maybe mom will see all the destroyed dolls and feel bad.”
Jeff however, wasn’t taken away. After a bit, Annie set her toy on her bed.
“What to play?” she mutters.