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Muffled voices could be heard downstairs. Everything seemed so hazy. Dexter hated this.
He hadn’t had a vessel since..that bitch threw the damn doll in the oven. His urges, they had been growing more and more by the days. But, he couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing else in this damned house was a good enough vessel. At least that doll kept some sort of mobility, no matter how small and ugly it was.
He might as well go downstairs and see who’s there. It was probably that pumpkin kid. What was his name again? Pump, he thought. It’s not like that bitch could see him anyways, since he didn’t have a vessel, he was just a wandering soul.
Dexter slowly made his way out of the attic, trying his best to keep quiet. He wouldn’t want the skeleton kid or his mom to get suspicious. He held onto the railing and quickly made his way downstairs. He walked towards the noise, it sounded like a man, along with a child. The mom didn’t have a partner. Who could that be? The child’s voice sounded different too. It was much less nasally than Pump’s.
Dexter made it further into the living room, finally getting a good view of the strangers. The man was tall. He had brown hair with a slight curl, a small stubble on his chin and a red and green flannel on. The child had slightly darker brown hair, along with a pair of goggles on his head. He held a doll. Wait a minute, was that a happy fella? Dexter was surprised the mother still allowed those dolls in her house. Had she assumed he was gone? Probably.
Dexter continued to watch the two adults chat, not paying too much attention to the children.
“Thank you for taking in Gregory, Lila. I wasn’t sure if anyone would be able to watch him, but I HAVE to go to work today..”
“It’s perfectly fine, Fred! We’re always happy to have your son! Besides, your kid is a big help. I know how inconvenient work can be.” The mother said with a chuckle.
Oh, his kid watched the skeleton kid? Dexter couldn’t recall anyone ever coming to the house. Maybe the mom dropped him off with her? Oh well, Dexter didn’t care too much. It wasn’t his kid.
Dexter turned his attention towards the two children. The boy with the goggles happily showed his happy fella to the other. It was a bit different in appearance, its overalls now holding a small F on it. The skeleton boy, skid, seemed fairly excited about the doll.
“My fella played with a knife, so my mom threw him in the oven.”
“Huh. Weird. My fella doesn’t play with knives.”
“That fella wasn’t very nice..but he’s gone now!” Skid’s expression grew a bit saddened as he thought about how mean his fella was before they threw him in the oven. Bleh. He could still remember the smell of burning plastic.
The other boy patted his back, trying to comfort him somewhat. Dexter could tell he wasn't having an easy time, though.
“How about we go to your room! We could play with cats and dogs!! Or maybe the cat and owner!! I know how to take care of kitties, my sister has one!”
His sibling..had a cat?
“Okay!! Come on!”
The two kids ran upstairs, presumably to Skid’s room. The brown haired boy had left his happy fella doll on the ground. Dexter got an idea.
If he kept quiet and went with the unknown kid, he could definitely fulfill his needs by killing that damned cat. It’s not like he didn’t have a perfect vessel sitting in front of him! He didn’t want to risk this one getting burnt in the oven like the last two, so that grape haired bitch and her son would live another day..
Dexter quietly walked towards the happy fella doll, before latching on. He always hated the feeling of possessing something. It was an odd sensation to say the least. His body was limp, as he tried to adjust to the new body. Slowly but surely he was able to gain control over the doll, opening and closing his hand, just to make sure everything worked.
And now, it was time to play the waiting game. God knows how long it would be until the kid went home with his dad. Dexter, now a tiny happy fella doll, walked towards the couch and climbed on. He took a seat and got comfortable. If he was going to wait, he might as well be comfy!
Eventually Dexter felt himself drift off into sleep. This had been the first time he had rested in a while. Sure he didn’t need sleep, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like to sleep.
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Dexter was rudely awoken to himself being manhandled! He felt a small hand gripped onto his leg! What had even happened again? Dexter tried his best to come to his senses, after being rudely awoken.
“Bye Skid! Bye Ms. Lila!” He heard a boy say. Oh right. His plan was finally coming into action.
“Bye bye, Gregory! See you!” Skid replied to the other boy happily.
Dexter felt as the boy, which he assumed was Gregory, fixed his grip. Now Dexter was being held in a tight hug. The boy walked out of the house with his father. Finally! Dexter was freed from that household! Bye bye, casa de idiotas!
The kid stepped into the car and placed Dexter down next to him, putting his seatbelt on. This kid was a lot more gentle compared to tweedle dee and tweedle dum.
The boy stared at Dexter for a while. Had he done something wrong? Had he blown his cover?!
“Have your eyes always been like that? I guess I’ve never paid much attention to them. They look nice.” The kid said with a smile.
Dexter wished he could let out a sigh of relief. He definitely couldn’t let his cover get blown now! He was so close to finally fulfilling his needs!
Eventually the car pulled up to the kid’s house. Dexter observed it for a while. It was two stories and the outside was decorated fairly nicely. The kid unbuckled Dexter and picked him up, gripping him into a tight hug once more. Him and his father walked towards the house and stepped inside.
The inside was very cozy. It almost reminded Dexter of his own childhood home. You could definitely tell that kids lived there. Inside the living room there was a cat tree. A fat, orange cat slept at the top, oblivious to everything around him. Dexter couldn’t help but gain a more sinister smile. Soon, he thought. Soon.
Gregory set the doll down on the couch and ran off into his room. He had to be quick, he didn’t know when he would be back for him. Dexter shuffled off the couch and walked towards the kitchen quietly. He used the handles of different cabinets to climb onto the counter, from there he made his way towards the knife holder. Oooh. So many options! The father must’ve been a chef of sorts. Dexter got a feel of each knife, before deciding on one that felt most comfortable in his little hand.
Dexter climbed down from the cabinet and made his way towards the cat tree, until he heard the abrupt running of a kid running down the stairs. He made his body go limp, hiding the arm holding the knife behind his back.
This kid was older and more feminine. Dexter assumed this was the sibling the purple headed woman had been talking about earlier. His hair was black and he wore a varsity jacket of sorts.
“Ugh. Gregory needs to start putting his toys away..” Dexter heard the teen mumble.
They walked towards him and abruptly grabbed Dexter, jumping when they noticed the knife in his hand. He could tell they were terrified. God fucking damn it. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go!
“Gregory and his damn creepypastas..I’ll teach him a lesson for playing with knives..”
The teen dangled Dexter by the leg and walked into the backyard. He walked towards the fence before throwing Dexter over the fence. Making him let out a “omph” as he hit the ground. God fucking damn it !! This was NOT how everything was supposed to go!
He heard the teen head inside. Fuck fuck fuck! He was so close to getting that cat! So fucking close to FINALLY fufilling his needs! Dexter pulled on the doll’s hair, messing it up. What in god’s name was he supposed to do now?!
Dexter looked around. Why was this house so close to a forest? Hmm..maybe he could snatch a critter in there. That could keep his urges at bay for now.
Dexter started to walk into the forest, trying to keep quiet. He wouldn’t want someone to see him and flip their shit, after all. Dexter continued to journey through the dark forest until eventually taking a stop.
There was a rabbit. Now, they weren’t his preferred species to kill, but honestly this would be much better than nothing. Dexter waited for the rabbit to let its guard down, like a wolf hunting its prey. His smile grew wide at simply the idea of getting its blood on his hands. Once the rabbit felt safe Dexter pounced on it, like a feral cat. He held onto the rabbit, keeping his plush arm wrapped around its neck. Dexter plunged his knife into the Rabbit’s side, quickly pulling it out before shoving it back in. He repeated the motion until the rabbit stopped squirming in his grasp. He pulled out the knife and watched as the blood poured out from the rabbit, onto the forest floor.
Dexter smiled, satisfied with his work. He wiped the blood from his knife onto the doll's little overalls. He would leave the body here, a coyote or something could snatch it up if they wanted to. His work was done.
Now, what was he to do now? He satisfied his needs for today. Dexter hadn’t exactly thought about what he was supposed to do now. His mind had been too fixed on satisfying his needs, and now he was left alone in a forest he definitely didn’t know his way around.
Dexter sat down, trying to think of what he was supposed to do in a situation like this. He tried to think of what he could do next. He couldn’t exactly just waltz back into the kid, Gregory’s, house.
His mind was snapped back into reality when he heard an odd humming. Who the hell could be in this part of the forest? Especially in the middle of the evening!
Dexter slowly approached the source of the sound. He hid behind a tree and observed the person humming. He was tall and fat. The man wore a red sweater, which stood out compared to his black hair and pale skin. He was holding some sort of trash bag. Jesus fucking Chris he was creepy, and that was a lot coming from the guy who was currently possessing a happy fella doll.
Dexter continued to stare at the man. He swore he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn’t place his finger on just where he had seen him. Was he a past client? Dexter felt like that would be something he would’ve remembered. The man had a memorable appearance, or at least Dexter thought so.
After a bit of staring from Dexter, the man grew quiet, no longer humming the sweet tune. If Dexter still had blood, it would’ve run cold. Their eyes locked. Oh god. Their eyes locked!
“What in god’s name..” Dexter heard the man say to himself. He had a bit of a southern accent to him. Dexter wasn’t exactly expecting that.
Dexter panicked and tried to skitter off somewhere in the forest. Unluckily to him, his stupid tiny doll legs didn’t work as fast as the man’s long human legs. Dexter got snatched up by the man, being held upside down by the man. Thank god he was dead, he didn’t feel like feeling any blood Rush up to his brain.
“What the hell are you?” The man asked, his southern accent being drawn out more. Something about his voice just made him even creepier, yet Dexter found it a bit alluring.
Dexter stared at the man for a bit. Well, he already saw him try and skitter off, Dexter might as well answer.
“..Well, who the fuck are you? Obviously, not anybody too smart if you can’t tell I’m a doll.” Dexter spewed out, gaining a shit eating grin.
The man snickered. His grip on Dexter’s leg became more tight.
“Not a talker, I see. Well, you can just call me your happy fella!”
“…Quit with the shit. I asked, What the hell are you?”
“Oooh feisty. I like that.~ I’m just your run of the mill happy fella.Oh. Well, I have a knife too!”
“Are you some kind of wannabe Chucky? God you’re ugly..”
“Hey! Don’t call me ugly! You aren’t..” Dexter, calm down. This guy could be your ticket to finding something to do with yourself.
“Aren’t what? Cat got your tongue?”
“Ugh! Just forget it! And put me down, asshole!”
The man just chuckled at Dexter and flipped him over, now holding him by his arm.
“I said put me down.”
“I don’t want ya runnin’ off anywhere. Haunted dolls aren’t particularly accepted ‘round these parts.”
“…”
“It’s fine. ‘M not very accepted ‘round here either.”
The man’s smile grew wide as he chuckled. What exactly did he mean by that..?
“What do you mean? What did you do to get on the same level of a dolly with a knife? Hm?”
“Oh ya know, just killin’ n’ eating folks. The usual!~” He said with a hum.
Okay. What the fuck. Dexter knew he tried to murder people. But eating them? That’s on a whole other level. Yuck.
“Eugh, sick.”
“Hmm. That reminds me. I need ‘ta get home soon. I don’t want my meat to get spoiled.” The man said as he pointed at the trash bag.
So that’s what was inside. Good to know. Good to know..
“How ‘bout I take ya with me.~ I’ve been needin’ some company anyways.”
“Yeah no. I don’t even know your name, buster.”
“Oh. Well then enjoy solitude with the critters, I guess..”
The man began to loosen his grip on Dexter, making the doll slip out of his hand slowly. Oh god. Solitude. Dexter couldn’t go back to that. He had spent so damn long in solitude. He needed to talk to someone.
“Okay okay fine! I’ll go with you! Just don’t leave me here! And tell me your name while you’re at it!”
Dexter heard the man let out what he assumed was a happy hum. This guy really liked to hum, didn’t he?
“ ‘M Bob. Bob Velseb.”
Bob Velseb? Dexter swore he’s heard that name before..
“Well it’s nice to meet you, fella!” Dexter said with a small giggle. “I’m Dexter. Dexter Erotoph. I used to be Dexter the exterminator, but things happened..”
God. Dexter hated thinking about that day. That damned bitch. If it weren’t for her, he’d still have his life. He wouldn’t be stuck in this ugly fucking doll.
Bob nodded as Dexter introduced himself. Dexter couldn’t read his expression. It was too all over the place for him.
“Well then, we’d better get goin’. I want ‘ta get home before the sun sets.”
Dexter nodded in agreement. He wouldn’t want to walk around in the dark.
Dexter didn’t expect the sudden movement of Bob setting Dexter on his shoulder. Dexter’s stomach laid on top of Bob’s shoulder, ragdolling Dexter.
“It’ll be faster getting home this way.” Bob said, picking up the trash bag from earlier.
Dexter just nodded again. Who was he to oppose? He didn’t exactly feel like walking anyways. Dexter just let his body lay on Bob’s shoulder.
Bob began to walk off. Dexter wasn’t sure where he was headed, but apparently they were going to Bob’s house. Whenever his body started to slip, Dexter would pull himself up, gripping onto Bob’s sweater.
Eventually the two ended up at a cabin. The outside looked like it hadn’t been touched in ages. Frankly, Dexter questioned if Bob really lived there. Bob set Dexter down before grabbing a key from his pocket and unlocking the cabin’s door. Bob picked up the trash bag and walked inside, placing it down on the kitchen counter.
Dexter hesitantly followed. He took a look at the cabin. It was A LOT better on the insane compared to the outside. It was small, but cozy. It smelled like..meat. Dexter couldn’t pinpoint what type, but it just had a smell of cooked meat. He could almost smell a hint of iron too.
Dexter tried to shut the door behind him, but due to his tiny vessel, that was practically impossible. Bob chuckled as he watched the doll try to reach the handle.
“Ya need some help there, shortie?”
“Shortie? What’s that implying!”
“Well shortie , ya can’t even reach the door.”
Dexter grumbled as he glared at Bob. One day he would regret calling him “shortie”! Just..not today.
“Ugh! Just help me close it! This is your house anyways!”
Bob chuckled. God, his voice wouldn’t fail to send shivers down Dexter’s spine. It was so cold .
“Alrighty then!~” Bob walked over to the door and easily closed it, making Dexter glare at Bob even harder.
“You’re so tiny, yet ya hold so much anger. It’s cute.”
Excuse me? Did that man just call him cute ? Dexter grit his teeth at the comment. Bob is playing a real risky game right now. Don’t lose your cool, Dexter. Don’t lose it.
“Yeah whatever..”
Dexter walked towards Bob’s couch and climbed on, pulling the small knife out of his overalls and setting it aside. Hopefully Dexter didn’t fall asleep again. He was pretty sure this couch was even more comfortable than the last.
Dexter’s eyes started to grow heavy as he sat on the couch, now slouching more. He heard the clatter of different cooking utensils come from the kitchen. Bob must have been cooking that ‘meat’ he was carrying earlier. Dexter couldn’t care less. He couldn’t eat even if he wanted to.
Maybe a quick nap would be fine. He could deal with Bob when he woke up. Whenever that may be..