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

(This is a uglydolls 2019 oneshot)

(Its, Ivy (oc)-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..)

(This is an apocalypse/dark au.)

(It took me like 2 hours to write this, lol.)

(qwertuno and In13579)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Happy

/ˈhapi/

Adjective

1. having a sense of trust and confidence in (a person, arrangement, or situation).

2. to be happy to see a person. characterized by or indicative of pleasure, and contentment.

Once upon a time, she was happy. Living her best life as a doll. It was like the end of a fairy tale.

She was watching her kids play in the middle of the square in perfection. They were good kids, never disbehaved, never did anything bad. Good kids.

"Hey, Honey." Blaze kisses her in the cheek. "You doing alright?"

She smiled at him like she would on any other day, she loved the man. Blaze had saved her from herself and her demons. He helped her rule them.

She controlled them now, not the other way around. Her mind was normal now, functioning. It was like that moment he and the came into her life, she had just somehow found something worth living for.

"Blaze?" She asked. "Would you promise to take of them if something were to happen? Just promise me."

Her paranoia kicked in again, but she couldn't help it. She needed things that normal dolls didn't.

Extra care.

She couldn't help that her mind was like this, but Bkaze always quelled her fears with passion and live.

"I promise." He grabbed her arms and kissed her head. A loving gesture. "Our kids will always be protected by me and you. Nothing will ever happen, I promise."

She felt her paranoia go down at that, her mark glowed a little brighter. It represented the love she was feeling for her soulmate.

Her once dead heart was beating alive again because of him, he was even more handsome than Lou to her.

The leader was currently teaching a lesson to the dolls who wanted to go to the big world. He allowed dolls extra houses if they didn't want to stay.

'One of the kindest things he's done.' She thought. 'Not like back then when he used to make me feel like shit.'

Her once feelings to kill herself because of him and the spy girls had disappeared. It didn't matter to her anymore.

The past was the past.

She felt two things hold her legs. "Mom!"

Alexander spoke then, he was pouting. "Can we go and play with Lexi?"

"Why?"

Tyler shrugged. "Her mom said we could with your permission."

They were only three years old, but she loved them when all her heart. They were her kids, she would protect them at all costs.

But she smiled, she trusted Alyssa. "Sure, just don't wonder far."

She heard a small female voice. "It's ok, Miss. We can just play next to you in the park. Is that ok?"

It was only around the feet away from them, he paranoia didn't kick in then. It was okay for her.

"Yes." She replied, ruffling her hair. "Your always welcome to be with my kids. Your like a daughter to me, Lex."

The younger female chuckled cutely. "Thank you, we won't be long. Mom, their mom said we could! Yay!"

Blaze laughed as the kids ran off. "I swear, they both have a crush on her."

"Young love." She replied, her hand grabbing his. "Probably like ours, took us years to realise it though."

"Hey, not my fault you were so oblivious." He laughed again. "That was before the...incident. It took you years to heal. I understood and kept my distance. Loving you meant letting you go."

"And I'll always be thankful." She frowned, a terrible feeling suddenly dawning on her. She didn't like it. "Can we go now? I have a bad feeling."

"Honey." Blaze replied softly. "It's just your paranoia acting up again, we are fine. There is no danger here. I promise-"

Screams echoed through the distance, and dolls shrieked as someone suddenly pounce on them and bit into their flesh.

It was a horrifying sight.

In just a matter of seconds, their bodies had gashes and holes in where organs should have been. Their skin was pale hey, and their eyes were all red and black.

Like a sick hospital patient.

More came, and dolls were either being pinned down to the floor or running for their lives.

She suddenly saw one leap for her, and it was knocked to the floor by her husband.

Blaze's voice barely reached her. "Get the kids, I'll hold them off."

She nodded, and ran. Her speed was fast so she was lucky. She managed to dodge so many of the infected dolls.

The once peaceful town was a wreck. It had only been a couple of minutes.

"...MOM!" Alex's voice, but he was coughing along with Tyler. "Over here! Mommy, please help us!"

She ran to their side, and pulled them from unde the swings. They were weak by being attacked by the things that had just come.

They were coughing blood and their bodies were torn. She felt her heart shatter.

"I...I'm sorry, Mommy." Tyler spoke. "They went st us, Alex tried to save me. But they got him to."

"We tried to not get bitten and torn, Mom." Their eyes met. His was slowly closing. "But they got us, I see heaven now. You always described it as a white light that is good."

Her heart shattered and so did her mind. "N..No! Oh God, no! Sweetheart!"

Tyler presses a kiss to his mother's cheek. "G..Goodbye, Mommy. We'll see you in heaven. We love you."

She didn't realise that Alexander already layed still on her lap, they were both in her arms. She felt tears running down her face.

But she placed them down. Her kids looked peaceful.

"I'll be back." She ran. "Blaze! We need to-"

A thing was on him, it was tearing his flesh open. The thing wasn't having mercy. It had won the fight between it and the doll.

She froze and watched as her husband, the love of her life, the father of children was mauled to death by this thing.

She felt soamthing in her mind snap, and before she knew it, she was fighting the hell out of this thing.

Every punch, kick, and even bit was for her family.

They had been killed in front of her.

She had officially lost her sanity. She laughed.

"Hehe." She crouched next to her husband. "Hehehehehehehehehehh! They fucking killed you!"

Her fish smashed the ground as she screamed in rage and pain.

Ivy suddenly took Blaze's black hoodie off him and sat up. Her eyes held the darkness of a criminal.

The last thing she saw before passing out was dolls being eaten from in front and behind her.

***

Open

/ˈəʊp(ə)n/

Verb

1. exposed to the air or to view; not covered.

2. allowing access, passage, or a view through an empty space; not closed or blocked.

The air seemed chilly that day, and her reminiscing was disturbed by it. Ivy's eyes opened and scanned her surroundings.

She was kneeling on a street of the fucked up town that she was in. The memory had somehow snuck on her when she least expected it. Her eyes were as dead as usual.

Her hands patted her kness in a familar way. "I don't even know the day, week, or month, don't even talk about the year."

Ivy sighed and stood up. She was even more exhausted thsn yesterday. She shouldn't have chosen to sleep in a dingy caravan. It was too bloody uncomfortable. Though, she couldn't.

It was the only place where she didn't find other survivors harboring something or threatening to kill her over her misdeeds. It was really annoying.

Her eyes rolled as she prepared to go. There was a cigarette in her mouth. It was always there.

The food thst she had stolen the day before was in her backpack. Her gun and katanas was in their strap and holsters. She could confidently say she was ready to go.

Ivy's eyes drooped slightly, and she nearky collapsed. Her wound had bled out in her sleep.

Shit, fuck. I need to patch it.

Tears came to her eyes, but they didn't fall. She had cried enough in the past.

They were only a useless liquid to her. Her eyes just produced them when she was in pain.

Her bandage wrapped around her midection, and she felt a little better. Fuck, it hurt so damn much!

The caravan door opened, and Ivy stepped out into the day. The sky was grey as usual and the clouds were black due to radiation. Honestly, it was normal for it to be like this.

Ivy looked at herself in a car reflection.

Dark green hair with red and purple streaks in a messy bun, light tanned skin, scars covering, red eyes holding trauma. So much trauma.

She had a black hoodie on, black baggy lants, and red trainers.

Her hand brushed a piece of hair back. "Why do I live?"

She had no pace, no purpose. No nothing. Everything she had to live for was gone, killed, murdered, mauled.

Taken away by fate. She thought. Even after the suffering I went through in the  Unknown past, I still get this.

To be told, the memory was the onky thing she remembered. She reckoned that sne had amnesia. The figures were blurry and she didn't even know she knew the names.

She smoked the cigarette as she climbed the ladder to a roof. She puffed out a smoke and dropped it. Well, shit.

The ring on her left hand glistened and she looked at it. It shined as if to represent something. Like she belonged to something or some doll.

I belong to no one.

Her heart was cold, gone, dead. It died the day before she got here. The deaths of them figures meant something to her.

She felt the void in her chest grow a little, she hated the way that it ached in her chest-

"Fuck off!"

-Her hand punched an infected in the face. Ivy rolled the the left to dodge it. The leap was a couple of inches close to her.

She growled and crawled backwards. She managed to get her katana and stabbed it in the gut. But it was only ever damaged properly in the head or chest.

It grunted and its eyes flashed red, it was showing its rage. 

Ivy smirked and suddnely jumped into thr air. Its shock was its mistake, her sword slashed through its body, blood sprayed on her.

Shs grinned at how it went on her. Oh God, this was intoxicating. Killing them gsve her a thrill.

She laughed at the body now in front of her. She was fighting the urge so much. So, so damn much.

Her mind fought with all her will. But she felt it taking over her brain, her senses, her thoughts. The hunger for flesh.

Her body was on its before her mind could reach what was going on. Ivy started eating the flesh of the corpse, and it tasted so damn good.

Ivy found a gun by its side and took it, it would be useful later. She just knew it.

As she wiped her lips, she stared with black voids. She wasn't even in control. Her hunger was. "Tasty."

Her hands were covered in blood, she had become this thing. One of them. Well, half of it. She still acted snd felt like a doll. This just csme occassionally. The hunger was a surpise every time. It was random.

Her mouth licked the blood still at her mouth. The taste was one of heaven.

She hated how she craved to do it again. Never to inncosnt dolls though.

Ivy looked into the distance and jumped fo another roof.

She aould need to see where the day took her now, you never knew what fate would do.

But she had a feeling thst it would fuck something up like usual.

It just always did.

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