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

(This is a uglydolls 2019 Oneshot)

(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 place after the events of the movie..)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Winner

/ˈwɪnə/

Noun

1. one that is successful especially through praiseworthy ability and hard work.

2. someone who wins a game, competition, or election.

There was going to be a winner in this fight, no one could tell who though. This is what the match would decide.

They were in an arena. There were dolls sitting in rich red and black seats. The floor was yellow, and the ring had silver bars around it.

The ring was painted white and black, it was in a square shape.

It was massive, and there were two dolls in it. One was staring at the other.

He was currentky facing a doll just barely taller than him. He was crawling on all fours just like him.

He was wearing green pants (not shirt, socks or shoes, just that.) He was wearing brown pants like him. They were both bare-footed.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" A speaker shouted. "We have the top two doll fighters here today! what an honour, am I right?"

He tilted his head at that loud voice, an annoyed growl escaped him.

That is always annoying....

The audience cheered though.

"Thank you, fellow dolls!" It shouted again. "Now, let's see who will win today's fight! Ready?"

Another round of applause, he had to bite the urge to growl. He would be severely punished if he did.

"Ready?"

A 'referee' (that was what he heard they were called!) came in, and waves a flag. He would never undertand why they did they.

"READY?!"

Another round of applause, he nearky winces from the noise. The referee waves the flag again, but more wildly. She seems to dance with it.

His opponent even tilts his head in confusion, and lets out a confused whine. He just shrugs. Outsiders were so weird.

"READY?!" It shouts a final time. "FIGHT!"

A rope extends from the ceiling, and the referee is swung to a distance.

He is momentarily distracted by that.

His opponent linges at him, swiftly taking him to the floor. He oofs in surprise, and his back hits it.

He locks eyes with a certain women, and he suddenly fonds the confidence to get up.

He shoves the doll off him, and growls in warning. He bears his fangs at it, the other whimpers. He smiles, and claws it in the eye.

It shouldn't have covered its eye, he takes the opportunity to jump on it from the front and pins him down from his wrists.

He bites into his collar, causing it to shriek and writh from pain. He stops for just a second, guilt running through him.

Then their eyes meet again, and he knows what he has to do.

He lets out a defeaning ROAR. And he punches the doll in the face.

Each one is like a lullaby to him. Each kick, each bite, each punch lulls him into some kind of trance. He can't stop until the target is done.

He allows the other to back away, and he sees them lunge again. He can't stop the impact of his backward kick. His face is going to hurt later.

He crawls backwards like a spider, and a whine comes out instead of a growl. No, that can't happen!

The other seems to snicker and his eyes say something to him.

Just surrender now.

His narrow, and glow with anger. They're almost red.

No.

He jumps onto the bars, and starts to travel on them. The doll stares at him shocked. He clearly wasn't expecting that.

The crowd holds their breath, half-expecting the feral the break through them.

He grins at them, and starts to climb faster downwards. The other's eyes follow his movements.

He narrows his eyes further, and he suddenly sprints to the other side of the bars.

His opponent doesn't get a chance to half-turn, when something lands on his back, crushing the air out of him.

He ROARS again to let everyone know he's won the fight. He bites into the other's back, injuring him even further. He crushes his leg with his foot for extra reassurance.

The other screams. No, Evan screams.

He grins, blood on his lips. The crowd goes wild.

They cheer, they really cheer. Some even whistle. There's the occasional "WOO!".

They're both entertained and thrilled by this fight. It feels right to win, to please them.

He realizes that this isn't normal, but he doesn't care.

He is too broken and animal-like to fight anymore.

He doesn't remember a life before this, and he doesn't need to. All he needs is food, water, and fights.

It's all I've known... He thought. It's all I need to know...

He doesn't things like family, friends, or even sanity, they say he doesn't need to.

And their word was law around here.

"Well, everyone!" The speaker shouts. "Looks like Lou is the winner of the fight, give a round of applause to him!.."

The crowd obets, and does the cheer. He feels good and confused.

He is gald that they recognise his win, but how do they clap when his now ex-opponent lies there bleeding on the floor.

Maybe.. A voice asks him in his head, it's been there since the all of fights began. It begs sometimes for him not to do the fights. Because we don't want to do this?...

The emotion called guilt flies through him again, and he whimpers. He doesn't want to feel this. He closes his eyes.

A collar is out around his neck, and it tugs. "Stand up.."

It's an order that Lou can't obey. He always can't disobey.

He stands, and smiles at the crowd. It shows his gratitude for theirs.

"SORRY, EVERYONE!" The speaker yells to make a point. "THIS WAS THE LAST AND BEST FIGHT OF THE NIGHT! BUT COME BACK FOR MORE LATER! GOODNIGHT, EVERYONE!"

Lou is led out by the tamer, a cruel but kind doll. His eyes are emotionless and are on him.

He unconsciously covers his scars on his arms.

"I feel sorry for you dolls..."

Lou hears him mumble that dus to his enhanced hearing. He acts like this isn't normal?

Was it? It had to be.

A harsh tug on his collar beings him to reality, and he crawls on all fours out of the arena.

He wonders if he'll receive praise later.

***

Witness

/ˈwɪtnəs/

Noun

1. be the place, period, or setting in which (an event or development) takes place.

2. a person who sees an event, typically a crime or accident, take place.

Michael was horrified at what he witnessed last night. He just..couldn't believe it.

There was a fight in a secret arena that friend (Adam) has told him about.

But he fought it was just between two animals. But no, it was between dolls who acted like animals. He had been frozen.

The blonde one had been especially ruthless to the green haired one. He hadn't spared.

Well, he did for a moment. There was a look in his eyes as if he didn't want to do it. But then they had darkened again.

But Jesus, it had jumped on the bars. And the fighting dolls had nothing except pants on, not even socks! He had felt sorry for them.

But then the blonde had roared, proper roared. It sounded like a lion catching its prey.

He had been frozen as he saw that terrifying grin on its face. But why did he look so familiar?

That hair was the exact same style as his.

The prototype who went missing all those years ago.

"Hey Michael!" A cheerful voice greeted. Nolan.

"Hey, N.." It was his nickname. "What'cha doing here?"

"I was just wondering around the institute." He replied. "The dolls have been failing for some reason.."

He hummed. "It was working before, what changed?"

He shrugged.

Michael cleared his throat. "I went to see that fight last night-"

"You did what?!-"

"Let me finish.." He continued. "I saw two dolls fighting like animals, they had scars on their bodies and everything. Hell, the blonde climbed in the cage like a monkey!"

Nolan made a face. "You see why I told you not to go to that thing?"

He received a slap. "weren't you listening, dolls are being abused!"

"I'm sorry" he apologised. "But we need to tell Ox. We need to reacue some dolls!"

Michael grabbed his arms. "Nolan, the blonde looked like the prototype.."

"Impossible, we defeated Louise.." Nolan shrieked. "There are two? He's alive.."

(A/N: Louise is Lou's (or his full name Louis) counterpart. She bascially looks like him but a female version. Back to the story~..)

Nolam couldn't believe himself to believe it. How would a classy prototype be turned savage.

Coincidentally, Mandy came along. "Hey guys, How's it going?"

They proceeded to tell everything thye found out to her.

Her expression hardened. "We're going to see Ox and Moxy.."

They agreed. They needed to be told.

***

Obedient

/əˈbiːdɪənt/

Adjective

1. obeying or willing to obey; complying with or submissive to authority: an obedient son.

2. complying or willing to comply with an order or request; submissive to another's authority.

Lou has learned to be obedient over the years (well, beaten, bruised, brainwashed). He doesn't really disobey anymore, he doesn't ever.

Unfortunately, not everyone has lewrned like him.

He is currently curled up like dog like some others, but one is being dragged off.

Wasn't her name Stella or something?.. He thinks. I hope I'm not wrong...

He watches in curiosity and mild amusment as they drag her away. They're probably going to give her treatment.

More like torture...

Shut up...

The vojce obeys, and it does. It's annoying and mildly relieving to have it there.

He stares numbly as the female shrieks. "Anyone, help me!"

She is bare foot, and wears nothing but a top that bareoy covers her cleavage, and shorts that just fit her.

She has blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin is fairly dark.

They can't understand their language, it's one that rhe ferals have come up with to talk to each other. It wasn't really breaking the english communication rule.

So, they were safe.

"Sorry, Stella.." Ivan whines, obviousky wanting to help. "But we can't disobey.."

She looks around, and everyone gives the same answer.

Then she looks at him.

Lou onky tilts his head in curiosity, and whines. Why were rhey looking st him?

Did they expect him to make that decision?

He already knkws what he's going to say. "Sorry, I can't.."

He looks down in shame. He wants to help, but he can't. He just coukdn't.

The punishments would come of he does, nobody wanted it. He didn't want it.

He could feel her pain. At least, mentally. The experiments had left them almost psychically connected. It wasn't good though, it was bad.

He whines at the guard, and she turns. Her eyes are glazed and emotionless, and he knows that she has been swayed. There's nothing he can do.

They meet, but then she goes with Stella being dragged in tow. He just stares.

Stop her.. The voice begs. She'll get hurt...

Lou is surprised when he finds that he wants to do it. His body has the feeling of it as well. He keeps the urge to do it to himself.

Your selfish...

You have to be if you want to survive...

Lou changes from his curled position to one where he once was. He sits on his knees with his hands on his lap.

He closes his eyes, but opens them when he feels someone come up to him.

Natalie.

She had brown hair with coloured steaks in a messy bun, and she wears a short (and he meant really short) too that just came up to over her stomach.

Her light skin seems to illuminate the room. And her blue eyes meet his.

She grunts. "Why did you not save her?"

They don't speak 'English' (they don't know how). But they have a language of their own.

He does it back, albeit angrily. "I just couldn't, ok?"

Natalie whimpers curiously. "Why?"

He eyes her, and grunts. "No, just couldn't"

She grins, and lets out a playful growl. "Your a coward, you know?"

He just nods. "I know.."

She lies down in a laying position (like dogs do) and she smiles. "How was your fight?"

His grin says it all. "I won.."

She whines happily. "I know you would.."

She hugs him, and he buries her in his arms. He kisses her, he knows this isn't healthy.

Lou feels relaxed, and he wants to feel like this forever.

Natalie stops him, and grunts. "They're coming.."

His eyes widened, and he whimpers. "Go back to your place!.."

She obeys. Then the door opens, they enter.

Ferals begin to claw and bark at the masters, but they don't show fear.

The masters.

Lou gets on the his legs, and bends to their feet level.

He sees the soles of their shoes.

"Get up.." A harsh voice whispers huskily. "It's ok, my little fighter. It's just me.."

He shivered at the possessiveness in her tone. She had knowingly emphasized that they were her fighters. Property. Owned.

They were all hers. And they were lucky to belong to her, she was the nicest of the masters. She only punished you under extreme circumstances.

Every doll doll in this room was all hers.

She might have the smallest group, but they were the best. The rest of the masters had tried to buy them off her, but she refused.

They were more ruthless than her, but they should know that she never liked losing her toys.

"Oh, Lou~.." She cooed, and bent down to stroke his hair. He was one of her favourites. "It was a good fight tonight. We gained over 8,000 bits (money). We've got more than the others!"

Her tone was happy, and he felt a rush through him. He climbed into her arms, and he could feel the eyes of the other dolls burning into him.

They were jealous. Jealous that their master never praised them.

She noticed this. "IF YOU ALL DID WELL IN A FIGHT, THEN I WOULD!"

She glared at them.

"Any more glances, and you'll get the whip!"

It was silent.

"Fucking idiots.."

Lou nudged her hand in appreciation. "Thank you.."

She smiled. "Welcome, but..Matthew wants to see you. He has power over me.."

Her eyes became glazed, and her tone was one of a robot's. She became emotionless.

She was swayed. He couldn't help her, nor could the other 15 dolls in here.

She puts the collar on his neck, and starts dragging him. He follows her on all fours as usual.

He is an animal. And he knows it.

He wonders what Matthew wants him for.

***

Collpase

/kəˈlaps/

Verb

1. (of a person) fall down and become unconscious as a result of illness or injury.

2. (of a lung or blood vessel) become flat and empty with the walls fallen inwards.

Lou felt like he was going collpase from all the intensity he was going through.

He needed a break, but the bastard of a trainer couldn't seem to get that. He just kept the whip coming. Lou was pretty sure that his back was going to break.

He growled, and finally snarled. "S-s-s-STOP I-i-i-IT!"

He surprises the trainer and himself, he hasn't spoken like an outsider in a long time. His voice feels raspy, like an old record scratcher.

He can't believe he still knows how. Ferals will talk now.

But the other just smriks, and bends down to the feral's level. "Pets don't talk.."

He closes his eyes, and feels something enter his body, a syringe.

No.. The voice protests. Not again...

Not now...

He feels the voice retreat back into their...mind? He's never heard of that word.

The trainer presents a doll to him, she cowards in fear. She has to face him.

Lou feels the drug take over his brain, it makes him more violent, more animal.

He gets down on all four, and crouches cautiously. He hisses, and bears his fangs.

She whines. "Lou, please! It's me, Stella!"

He can barely hear her, all he feels is the adrenaline coursing through him, and his anger rising.

He growls. "Stand down.."

Her stance is too defensive for his taste. She circles him the same he does to her. He doesn't like it.

The trainer watches with curiosity and amusemnt. Louis was certainly improving with the drugs.

They seem to be speaking their own language as well..

Even the masters didn't understand how they communicated. It was a mystery.

He is fighting the drugs, but they block his common sense. He wants to attack, he wants to kill.

No!... The voice breaks through. It's wrong, and you know it, Lou!..

He gasps at the feeling he gets from someone saying his name. He always thought of it as just a label.

What?.. He replied for once. Lou?..

Our name...

Name? Don't you mean label?..

He subconsciously tilts his head, what the heck is a name?

He feels like he is going to fsint from the drug puling throuth his mind. It urges him to kill, it wants him, no, it needs him to.

He howls in emotional pain, and leaps at the target. She easily falls into his grasp.

He pins her down by the breasts, and she gasps in pain. "Please, don't..."

She thinks I'm going to hurt her?...

"Rape her.." The trained ordered. "Then kill her. She isn't useful anymore."

He tilts his head, what is rape?!

Making love to them against their will...

Really?..

Yes.

He certainky wasn't going to do that! He growled protectively.

He pushed stella behind him, and growls. "NO!"

He uses the drug to his advanatge. He csn use it against another target.

He chooses Alexander.

He slowly crawls to said doll, and he backs asay out of fear.

He is with one of the most ruthless ferals in the compound.

Lou slowly starts to succukb to the drugs, and his eyes change one of a wild animals. There is no humanity left. There is only the desire to hurt.

He embraces it, but the other does something stupid.  He tasers Lou.

He howls in pain again. "Help!"

They forget that someone dolls can also have power. In this case, Lou has it because he is considered an alpha.

And we all know that an alpha has a pack.

He howls into the room, and the other ferals begin to surround him in concern and anger.

Concern for Lou, anger for the trainer. Some surround him to try and clean his wounds, while some growl towards the trainer.

"Leave unless you want to die.."

He seemed to understand, and backed away. Tyler pounced in him to prove a point.

Lou was glad, and whines happily. "Thank you.."

He grunted. "Your welcome.."

Alexander uses the moment to ring the buzzer, it buzzed.

As silent alarm. The ferals freeze.

One growls. "Shit!"

One whimpers, and point her head towards the door. "We need to go! My Alpha (Lou) We need to!"

"Take Stella.." Lou grunted. "I'll take the fall.."

Tyler shook his head, uncertain. "Are you sure?"

He grunted, annoyed. "Yes. They'll make it easier for me. They don't want their favourite subject to die.."

Somehow, he had developed a connection with the other ferals. He had unconsciously began to protect them, so they named him an Alpha.

He was kind of a leader that way. He felt like he was helping those dolls. He felt a rush that way. It was..empowering.

He wouldn't abuse it though, he wasn't evil.

Oh the irony..

What?..

Our sister..

What the heck is a sister?!..

Uhh.. The voice trailed off. A sister is someone who you consider your bestest friend. But it has to be female...

So, Ivy then?..

...Sure.

The voice retreated into his mind again. Jesus, why did it always appear at the strangest times?

Meh, he didn't care.

"What the fuck happened?!" A voice shrieked. "Why are my fighters here?!"

Ivy was pissed. What the fuck had been happening here?!

Her green hair seemed to be brighter than usual, and the streaks had darkened along with her eyes.

"Tell me what happened, now.."

William whined to get her attention, and grunted angrily. "Alexander decided to overtrain (or torture) Lou, and he wanted him to kill Stella since she was 'useless'. He also used the drugs on his mind to make him do it."

She gasped. "No.."

Lou nodded. "Yes.."

Ivy was pissed, Alexander has hurt what was hers.

He knew the rules, and had disobeyed them.

She grabbed him by the hair. "You are going to be punished.."

He stares her in the eye. "Y-yes, Mistress.."

You either called Ivy 'Ma'am' or 'Mistress'.

He went with the second to please her.

Unfortunately, it didn't work. "Your tiny dick will go. But I'm not going to do it here. My fighters aren't going to be traumatised more than they already are.."

Lou whined in appreciation. "Thanks.."

"Now.." She smiled gently. "Go back to your room, little ones. Mistress had something to deal with.."

They obeyed, but Lou froze.

"Here you go, you little worthless man-whore.."

Her tone was a deathly one.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

A voice screamed, and Lou knew the man was in pain.

But somewhere in his heart, he was happy.

"Alpha?" Jacqueline whined curiously. "Are you coming?"

He grunted in a soft way. "Yes, I just got distracted."

She smiled like a naively child. "Okay!"

He laughed, today had been a good day after all.

Ivy was so going to show them what had happened to Alex later.

***

Meeting

/ˈmiːtɪŋ/

Noun

1. a situation when two or more people meet, by chance or arrangement.

2. an assembly of people for a particular purpose, especially for formal discussion.

Ox was currently having a meeting with Moxy, Louise, Mandy, Nolan, and the spy girls (Kitty, Tuesday, Lydia).

They were currently debating if Ox, Nolan, Moxy and Mandy should go the 'fight club' tonight.

He didn't want to go. But if the rumours were true, they'd rescue a bunch of abused dolls, they'd rescue Louise's brother.

"But is it true?" She asked. "What if it's...false?.."

Nolan put a hand on her shoukder. "Hey, Michael did not lie. Not something like this, I promise.."

She seemed to believe him, her hair swaying slightky. "Thanks.."

Louise had bright blonde hair in a high pony tail, she had blue eyes, and light skinned tone.

She wore a black dress with a jacket. She looked like a businesswoman.

"So?" Ox asked Mandy. "What is your debate?"

Mandy smiled. "I think we should go. It'll help us rescue poor dolls. Who knows how long they have been there.."

"And we can.." Louise took a breath. "Rescue my brother. It's been 6 years.."

Ox sighed. "I remember when I met you two, Lou was more naive, but he ran institute along you with equal power. In a good way!"

She amiled. "Thanks, Ox.."

"So?" Kitty piped up. "Your going then?"

Lydia put in. "If you are, we'll stay here and keep and eye on things."

"Yep!" Tuesday interrupted cheerily. "We will! Promise not to break anything!"

Why does that sound like you will?.. Louise thought. I can't believe I trust them..

She did trust them. The spy girls may not be the smartest, but they had good hearts.

That was why Ox was trusting them to look after Uglyville. He was sure that he wouldn't regret this decision.

"What are we waiting for?" Moxy asked. "Let's go!"

They obeyed.

Ox paused for just a second.

Please let this be true.. He thought. We can't go through the grief again..

He had left to go to Uglyville becuase Lou disappeared in the past. It was a mistake.

He hoped that they wouldn't regret this decision.

***

Overhear

/əʊvəˈhɪə/

Noun

1. To hear something without the speaker's awareness or intent.

2. hear (someone or something) without meaning to or without the knowledge of the speaker.

Lou had his eyes closed, and was sleeping until he overheard the guards talking.

Blinking his eyes open, he raised his brow sleepily. He was not in the mood for this shit right now. He was just recovering from the trainer! Why were they talking in the middle lf the fucking night!

He growled a bit too loudly, but they didn't hear him. "Do you have to be so loud? I fucking hate you two.."

The guards names were Chris and Mark. And Lou hated them with a passion. They always ended up waking up the other ferals. And sometimes their loudness qould give them nightmares!

Imagine waking up to painful howls almost evey night along with ghe whines and whimpers! It would certainly make you cranky!

They are being too loud.. The voice sounded mischevious. But what are they talking about?..

Lou raised another brow, what were they talking about?

No shame in eavesdropping..

Lou felt his body go by itself, it crawled to the door. And it pressed his ear ever so gently against it.

He didn't want to do this.

It'll be alright... The voice had taken control like this before. You won't get caught..

It had never hurt him, but rather gave him benefits. It had helped him before in situations like these.

Why was he still so scared?

Heh, the irony again.. It responded. If anything, I should be scared of you. Now hush, their talking...

Lou closed his eyes to hear what they were saying.

"You heard that some dolls from Ugkyville are coming?" Chris asked. "She is coming as well.."

Mark swore. "Shit, this won't end well. Ivy has grown really attached to youngest one.."

"Shadow warned her, but she didn't listen.."

"They're coming to not just to watch the show, but to visit, they're going to see what we do here..."

"Yeah, I know..." He replied. "But one of them personally (as a friend!) knows shadow. He letting them come here willing.."

Lou paused at that, dolls were coming here.

Outsiders....

The compund was letting outsiders in?!

He heard a curious whine, it was Natalie. "Lou, My Alpha? What are they talking about?"

He grunted. "They're letting outsiders in..."

"What?!"

"My reaction as well..."

"C'mon.." she ordered, grunting in a irritating manner. "Let's get some sleep. They're doing a check in an hour..."

He crawled back to where he was, and Natalie led next to him. He faintly rubbed the scars on his and her arms.

They were a faint reminder of what they were hear for.

He closed his drooping eyes, and finally succumbed to the sleeping gas that was floating in the room. It was there to put ferals to sleep.

He wondered what the dolls were going to be like.

(A/N: Hey guys, this is just a quick oneshot I wanted to do~😁)

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