Resin

Sun, 17 Nov 2024 19:48:19 +0100

it wake up, drenched, dripping, suspended…

all it can feel is the fluids dripping down, its entire world upside down. it feels the faint vibration of stepper motors and a fan. it feels its body being rocket up and down, its hair coming into existence, though a part of it already is. defying gravity, and hanging down from the orientation of its body, yet not the orientation of gravity.

it stopped.

all that remains is the faint vibration of a fan. nothing. why is it here, where is it? it’s suddenly shaken as if the container it was in was being opened.

it can feel itself moving. it is being transported somewhere. there are gloved hands touching it.

cold.

it feels itself being submerged in some kind of liquid. a click. click. click. click. was it sealed in? will it be abandoned here? lonely like it was before?

suddenly the liquid starts moving. moving against its body. the thicker liquid from earlier is slowly releasing. the current changed. it’s rotating in the other direction. slowly and surely. all the thick viscous substance that was dripping off of it is washed away.

the vibration of the motor that was agitating the liquid stops. it doesn’t feel the vibration anymore. the fluid is coming to a standstill aswell. ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP’, a loud chilling sound is reverberating through its entire being. it’s so loud, please make it stop, make it stop make it-

it stopped. another click. click. click. click. it is being moved again. it feels as if things are detaching from its body. it feels… weird. better. but weird.

it feels as if it is placed in yet another enclosure. when will this end. will it ever be able to see the one responsible for this?

it is rocked again. this time as if being turned. it is, however, standing this time.

another humming vibration reverberating through it from its soles to the tip of its hair. it’s warm. hot. very hot. it burns, it burns it burns it burns make it stop make it stop make it-

the motion comes to a standstill. the heat subsides. it is safe once more. it feels… solid. its outermost layer is hardened.

it feels another rocking, as if the enclosure it is in is being opened again. it is being lifted into the air, the same gloved fingers as before, holding it so tenderly. it feels safe. it hasn’t even seen who or what these fingers belong to, but it feels safe.

it doesn’t have long to think about this before it feels itself being strapped down. a brush tracing along its body. something wet. paint? it doesn’t know… after what feels like ages, it suddenly feels the tip of a brush against its eyes. it… it can see! everything is so blurry. it sees the bristles of the brush. feels air blown over its face. the brush returns. oh! its other eye. it just adjusted to its left… everything is blurry again. it would sigh, but it feels as if it cannot move.

slowly, its vision adjusts again, another warm breeze from this ginormous entity at whose mercy it is. it can see. a person? no. a Witch! it feels almost as if it knows that Witch. it feels a warmth inside. the Witch is lowering Her head! oh it can see Her eyes! it would wave but it still cannot move. Her eyes look so beautiful. a fiery red, brimming with magic and those eyes are looking right at it. they’re so large. larger than its entire head! each pupil, pitch black, reflecting it. reflecting it? it can see itself! it has amber hair that flows downwards. the rest of it is grey. it feels… unfinished.

it sees Her lips moving. they are so large, soft. red, not like Her eyes. darker. She is wearing lipstick. She might have realised that it cannot hear Her. it feels a surge of energy throughout its body.

‘Can that one hear me now?’, She says, Her voice smooth as silk, filled with concern and adoration.

it tries to nod, but it still cannot move.

‘It’s alright, it probably can, it’s gonna have to stay still for a little while longer, until I’m finished painting its body though!’, She says.

Her voice, it fills this one with warmth. it feels the brush approaching it again. it hears Her breathing. the steadiness of the brush, the bristles touching its rigid form. it hears… music! She is listening to music!

this goes on for a while until it is fully painted. it enjoys the music, She is listening to. it would sway, but it is still very solid. it feels the paint drying, slowly but surely. its Witch has stopped paying attention to it. after a while, she returns to it.

‘Be very brave for me, I’m gonna unlock its movements now’, She tells it, Her face at eye-level with its own, ’this might be disorienting for a bit and it might fall down, but don’t worry I’m here’.

it’s filled with anticipation, it wishes to move, to embrace Her, to sway to the music, to speak. She is crystalising magic in Herself. it can feel it. it resonates with the magic inside of itself.

‘Move’, She says, almost silently.

it is filled with a surge of magic, radiating from Her mouth. its entire being is changed. it… it falls to the ground, no the table. this felt very different than the magic from earlier, that made it able to hear Her.

its dress is flowing around its knees, out of breath, shocked, panting. it… its dress?! breath?! it can hear itself!

‘M-Miss?’, it manages to free those sounds from its lips.

‘Yes dear?’

’t-t-t-this one…’

‘Yes dear?’, She says with so much patience, warmth and love.

‘it… is’

’that is correct, my doll’

‘a doll! it- this one is a doll!’

She smiles at it.

‘Your doll?’

‘My doll’, she says, warm, grinning, happy, giddy.

She produces a mirror for it to look at itself. it is still sitting on the table. it looks… beautiful. its features animated, its clothing and hair obeying gravity. it looks at itself. so masterfully crafted. painted, no imperfections.

it cries.

it is so beautiful. it… does it really deserve this? it didn’t notice Her hands approaching.

She is holding it. holding it to Her chest. it can feel Her heartbeat. it can feel Her warmth. it can hear Her heartbeat. Her breathing.

Her love…

===FIN===

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