Disclaimer: I do not own uglydolls. I also do not own the pictures, or the songs.

(This is a uglydolls 2019 fanfic)

(Its, lou-centric)

(Warning there is arguing that might be a bit sensitive to viewers)

(I haven't uglydolls a lot, so forgive if some of the characters are ooc..)

(This takes during the events of the movie..)

(ZaneChan505 and qwertuno and -RENN1E And SilentReadersMatter and joycethebooklover
And WitchycandlexX and Mycurrentfandom And poniesman)

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes, autocorrect is a d*ck.)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Pipp's version of death outweighed others'.

She thought of it as just going to sleep. Blocking the harsh, harsh reality of of how loss twists and warps the minds affected by the relatability.

"Heya, Pipp?"

The mouse turned around, clutching a sandwich. It had lettuce and cucumber. She was more of a vegetarian. Meat on occasion? She didn't mind.

"Yes?" The mouse replied politely. "Ox?"

The bunny stood somewhat nervous. Rubbing a hand over his neck, seemingly taking a silent breath. She wondered what he thought.

"Your close to Unknown?"

Pipp's thought train traced back. She'd known the guy for like a month. Yes, she knew him. He still hid the past away like a lock and key she couldn't find.

"...A bit."

Not liking I'm telling you anything.

You never trusted anyone until this world. Unless proving loyal to trustworthy, she'd tell nothing of the sort to Ox about anything.

Why she stayed loyal to Unknown?

Easy, he saved my life. In return, I keep his safe.

He'd earned his keep. Now Pipp guarded secrets.

His secrets.

"Did he say anything of his past?"

"..."

Pipp walked out the room quickly, sandwich still in hand. She heard Ox punch the wall in frustration.

He hadn't earned loyalty.

***

"Shit!"

Louis' yelled wasn't intimidating. It came as a whimper, clutching his stomach to grasp the pain. He was being beaten.

Severely.

Louis threw up vomit. Another kick to the stomach, he rolled to ease the pain (crunch of his bunch), he pleaded it to stop-stop-StOp...

His thoughts weren't so coherent anymore.

'Puss.'

You are a wimp.

To many dolls swarmed the once confident assassin creature. Ambushed, he'd been fucking played.

Louis had to give credit.

"Fucking coward."

He grumbled under his breath. It stopped. Time froze, seemingly going buzzard before a hand grasped his hood.

Louis gave a cry of pain as the assailant dragged him across the yard. Four more dolls followed obediently, gladly, willingly.

"What did you say?" The male doll hissed, pinning Louis to a large tree, held by the collar as well. "You don't understand shit, Unknown."

He laughed bitterly. Louis cradled his black eye, tasting blood running down busted lips. The pain seared so fucking MUCH.

'Just. Say. It.'

"Y-you..." Tears slid down his face, Louis gave a right cackle. "AMBUSHED ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

He threw his head back. He just couldn't stop laughing. Holding his urges to kill back, only keeping up the laughter a little more.

"Your a coward."

He smiled despite the home cracking punch. Louis became adjusted to pain so long ago it now felt entered numb. Physical pain.

He'd explain the emotional trauma quite later.

"Louis."

"Jackson."

There. It now revealed in the open.

Jackson, also known as 'King', actually showed up to talk to Lou. He was a bit enthusiastic to maybe get a pay job in the beginning.

His hair held the same style. Waded to the side whilst mostly maintaining a normal held look. Eyes black as the night, dark skin. An angry glare.

A normal looking doll really.

Now?

He'd rather have his imaginary balls cut off.

For fuck's sake-..LET ME OUT!

Louis screamed internally, control being taken every second he fought back. Jackson stared, somewhat sympathy in those eyes.

They all had the beast inside.

Unknown claimed Louis' mind. The former controller of the body fell unconscious in his own mind. Eye lids opened to reveal bright, blood thirty coloured irises.

"My turn, Jackie boy."

Unknown kicked Jackson the stomach, the other stumbling in obvious pain. The impact left him defenceless and open to attack.

When he went to do the finishing blow-

Click.

A sound of a gun cock stopped Unknown in his tracks. He knew to stand frozen. The doll raised his hands in surrender.

'Your fucked.'

Unknown rolled his eyes. Louis sleeping inside their mind broke the spell as Control wavered slightly. The darkness slipped, threatening to swallow him wholeheartedly deep down.

Please...

He begged before fading temporarily. Unknown's presence blocked the mind from registering the proper controller of their body.

Well, good for him now.

"We're gonna have fun."

He whispered. Unknown counted the seconds.

One. Two. Three.

Long around, seeing the sight available. He snorted as Jackson continued. The guy needed to get laid if he thought what he thought experimented on him.

'Needles.'

Unknown shivered. Red eyes scanning where he could, control slipping every so often as he tried keeping it together.

One. Two. Three.

"...Fuck it."

BANG!

Someone's breath hitched. Looking back, Unknown gasped someone taking gasping breaths, clasping their chest before falling to the ground dead.

Asshole.

He only smiled.

"Hey asshole." Ivy giggled, eyes of a madwoman taken over her system. "Seeing your in trouble I see."

Ivy glared at his little companion.

People she knew long ago. Flynn, Alexis, Aria, Damian. Dolls she fucking hated with a passion.

(A/N: check out the 'character descriptions' chapter for their character things.)

"Well, well." Flynn spoke with a grin. "If it ain't the traitor? Coming back now?"

"Shut up, Drunk Man." Ivy hissed at Flynn, burning metaphorical holes into his back with the glare. "Fuck off and leave the man alone."

"Heh." Aria sneered, placing her hands on hips. "I guess you gonna shoot us? So...predictable."

Ivy froze. She hated that word. It was used over and over to torture the woman into submission. She fucking hated the group standing there.

BANG!

Everyone instinctively ducked the shot. Nobody wanted to die today of a bullet hole in the chest bleeding into the ground.

When Jackson opens his eyes, Unknown is gone. He smiles gently when a hand claps his shoulder. He squeezed it reassuringly.

"What now?" Damian muttered. "You have anything to say?"

Jackson spared a glance at his boyfriend. Yes, he could love as well. Everyone's capable.

"Predictable."

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