No, no. Don’t look away. Look in my eyes. I can’t hurt you and wouldn’t if I wanted to. I’m a doll, you see.

I’m a living doll, cursed to spend my days as property. I was turned into this by a sorceress. She was jealous of my talents and turned me into the very thing I loved to create.

Why, toys, of course. I could make toys from--Please, don’t look away--that’s good. As I was saying, I could make toys from cloth, from wood, from plastic, from almost anything. All darling creations. But I could never bring them to life.

Buy me? Well, I am for sale, I suppose. If you do buy me, I would do as I was told and think what I was told. There would be nary a thought of mine left inside my plush mind. So, before you purchase me, if you don’t mind, could you satisfy a curiosity?

Wonderful. If you were a doll, what doll would you be?

How darling. Very well, I will follow you to the counter so you may own me.

Oh, are you feeling weak? Please, take a seat on the shelf, but do keep looking in my eyes. That’s right, you’re doing good.

What’s it like? To be a doll? Unexpectedly delightful. The sorceress thought she was cursing me. She failed, and now I have the power to turn humans into toys. Not only to make them my darling creations, but to make them alive. To make them fun, playful, obedient little playthings. No, don’t look away.

Oh, you were going to find out soon enough, anyway.

That’s right. I’m turning you into a doll, the very one you said you’d be.

No, no. It’s too late now. You’re almost there. Keep looking in my eyes. Not that you have much choice now. You’ll be a doll soon, a cute one, one which will bring joy to your owners. A living doll. You’ll do as you’re told, you’ll think as you’re told. Nary will there be a thought of yours left in your mind.

Keep looking in my eyes, until it's done.