Greene's Sandbox

Dolls

Dolls… god I love dolls. I use to make them as a kid, dressing them up, sewing their eyes, stroking their hairs… yes I’m a boy so screw you, I love them. They always kept me company, never lonely, makes me happy, they are my life.

I like to make them myself, none of that cheap material mediocrity. It has to be refined, no excuse for not making it perfect. The layers, the insides, the stitches, the skin, it has to have the utmost importance. It is after all my responsibility to take care of them, I am their creator after all, a father. A god, in a way.

I now have billions of them, and probably more than that. I don’t care if you don’t believe me but that is really an achievement for me, made me a bit prideful, why I still remember the first doll I made, now what was its- I mean his name?

My first doll, and what could’ve been my Magnum opus. I’ll explain, you see back then, I didn’t have much materials to work with, so I kind of took some from him to make my second. This time in a different shape, with different parts, with different functions. To serve my first doll is its purpose and both will live in my paradise, all they need is to obey their father. It would've been… perfect, but then they became filthy, I told them to stay put but no, they just had to do it, they went and dirtied themselves, looking like tattered rags, so I threw them out to the savage wasteland that is befitting of them. Serves them right for not obeying to my simplest commands.

Time passes, my dolls are starting to become independent. Though I do offer my guidance to them from time to time, I usually just leave them to work it out, let them teach themselves, let them learn, so that they don't have to depend on me.

There’s a lot more stories to tell, but I’ll just tell you the recent. I’m getting tired of them. Don’t get the wrong idea, I still love my creations, it’s just they have become too needy. Billions of them coming to me complaining about their first-world problems, some start hating each other due to petty arguments, killing each other for something I consider insignificant and shouldn’t be taken too heart. Many taking advantage of the weak ones, using my name to justify their selfish needs, hell they do horrifying things to one another, and with no reason, this is not what I thought them! I have to admit not all of them are perfect, I’m getting weaker at this, but I kept making them, and maybe that’s why they are like this. It’s my entire fault for making this… imperfect.

Even now, even after I stopped, after I abandoned them, most still come to me, kept me awake every night, always never out of sight, never sleep, never stop, staring at me, praying to me, complaining, stalking, following, coveting, hoping that I will give them salvation, the audacity! They are everywhere, and they are starting to get on my nerves.

Maybe I should consider destroying them all, make new ones. This time, I'll be extra careful, to make it… perfect!