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..)

(Credit to @qwertuno for some ideas in the chapter..)

(Hope you enjoy this little fic~😗)

Calm

/kɑːm/

adjective

1. the mental state of peace of mind being free from agitation, excitement, or disturbance.

2. not showing or feeling nervousness, anger, or other strong emotions.

There were three things that made Phoenix calm.

1. Killing.

It made her feel powerful, in control. She had the power to decide in hsr victims lived or not.

The blood that spilt was something that made her calm, she didn't understand how Ivy liked it.

But she so rarely fucking did it, getting her hands filled with blood was a no-no to her.

2. Fresh air. (Probably the most healthy option).

She loved the cool air that kissed her skin. The wind that flowed through her hair gave her a calm sensation, especially on a good night.

She loved getting wet in the rain as well, it made her feel something.

3. Drugs (she didn't even know what these things she had were called).

They made her feel happy, they made her high. She could forget her problems then. She could forget that she was a wanted fugitive.

She was currently walking to the hospital to see an old friend of hers. Well, an enemy of theirs but she considered him harmless.

She once again popped a pill in her mouth. It was Celexa (citalopram). It was an anti-depressant.

Ironically, she didn't even need it. She just wanted to feel something.

As he opened the doors to her room, she sat down on one of the chairs beside her.

"Hey, Hayden.." She muttered. "You pissed her off, you know? Ivy wants you dead.."

Phoenix smirked.

Then chuckled. "I can't believe that they just let me in here, you'd think that they'd recognise a criminal when they see one.."

A hand reached for the heart monitor. Just one switch, and she was dead.

It would be too easy.

Phoenix sighed, the guilt filling her.

The purpose of those pills was too not make me feel guilty...

Why did she not want to do this? This was for Ivy, Blaze, Absentia, her lovers.

But they had become so corrupted that she was surprised they even cared about her anymore.

Blaze's ADHD ruled over his life.

Ivy's D.I.D (dissociative identity disorder) made her feel inhuman and insane.

Absentia's manic depression mad her feel left out and often reckless.

Phoenix's alexithymia (illness that makes one not feel or understand emotions from others) it controlled her.

At least the good side was that she didn't feel pity for their victims. She didn't think she could handle it otherwise.

Phoenix unconsciously rubbed the wrist at her red jacket. There were scars hidden under it.

She didn't feel sympathy for Hayden, but she could see could the damage that was done physically and emotionally to her mind.

"I'm sorry.." Phoenix apologised. "I fucking told Ivy not to use the guns! She was reckless!"

She may not feel emotions, but she could see how the disadvantages were from doing something that stupid.

She sighed and leaned back into the chair.

1...

She closed her eyes.

2...

She breathed deeply.

3...

"I know your there, Louis.."

How'd you do that?.. He asked. Why were you thinking about me?...

You've corrupted Ivy..

So? She was always like this..

She glared at him, she fucking hated him right now!

She was just gripping her sanity until you came! Now she's taken over the body completely! I haven't seen Ivianna in months!...

She was weak! I care about her, but Ivy is the dominant one!..

I know you raped her last night...

A pause.

What?...

She laughed humourlessly.

You cause a lot of noise when you have sex. How long will it be until you've corrupted me? You've already done it to the others...

We never know.. He tried to gain the upper hand. I might do sooner or later..

Her eyes bore into his, and she cackled.

It's a good thing that my illness prevents me from feeling rage or anger, isn't it?...

Silence, she had won that banter.

He was about to say something, but then they heard chatter.

He disappeared.

Coward..

She looked back at Hayden. Her eyes were opened just a crack. Good.

It meant she was still alive, Phoenix stroked her cheek for a second. She admit that she used to like her.

But not now. Ivy had brainwashed her into loving her.

"What are you doing here?!" A voice shrieked. "Who the fuck see you?!"

Phoenix didn't flinch. "I'm a..friend.."

She turned to face her, her shades just bareky showing her eyes and face.

It was Mandy. Huh, she wouldn't guess that these two were friends.

Guess opposites do attract.

"Who are you?"

"Names Phoenix" She didn't bother using her fake name. "What's your occupation?"

"Friend.."

Mandy felt something off about this doll, like she wasn't a good guy, but she wasn't a bad guy either.

A laugh. "You could say that my lover caused this to her. Is William alive?"

"Yes, he's expected to wake up by noon tomorrow.."

Why had Mandy trusted her with that?

"Thanks for the info.."

Mandy shivered from the dead look inside her eyes. There was a pill bottle in her hands.

"I have alexithymia.." Phoenix states, but then saw Ox. "It's when you can't feel or understand emotions of yourself or other people.."

"Really?" Ox came over in curiosity, obviously not recognising her. "Never heard of it.."

Phoenix has her hood a little lower, she couldn't risk him seeing her. "It's rare.."

Seeing her made the guilt come back. Shit, not again.

It was the only emotion that seemed to break through the emptiness that she both loved and despised at the same time.

Why did the guilt still haunt her?

"Why is your hood up?" Ox found those silver eyes familiar. "Are upset or hurt?"

Apart from the scar that went across her right eye (like Scar's from the lion king), she had no injuries except for the guilt that seemed to not leave her alone.

"No.." She muttered, playing with her hood a bit. "I have a scar that makes everyone call me a freak. I'd rather not show it in public.."

Ox laughed like she was being silly. "It's called Uglyville for a reason. We won't judge you for a scar. Hell, I have a cross for an eye!"

She chuckled. "I suppose so.."

She slowly, but shakily removes her hood. She closes her eyes to avoid the stares.

They couldn't see all of it due to her shades, but they saw the edges that went up to near her hair.

There weren't any nasty words though, nothing like her lovers when they examined it. She didn't mind the insults, but they really hurt after a while.

"That's a cool scar!" Ox shouted, and Phoenix blushed.

Maybe he's not that bad...

"Yeah.." Mandy smiles, seeing the doll being shy in front of her made her feel like she could warm up to her. "Never seen anything like it. How'd you get it?'

Phoenix blushes even harder and rubs her arms out of shyness, but the last question makes her freeze. "I am not ready to answer that, sorry.."

Mandy was the look of fear in her eyes, and she saw Phoenix's hand twitched with the bottle still in it.

She wanted to take it, she wanted to satiate her emotions.

"I have to get going.." Phoenix murmured, but she didn't want to really. "My friends will be worried.."

Ivy and the others would blow up her phone if she wasn't back soon. She had already snuck out when Absentia was super horny.

"Do you have to go?" Mandy asked. "Do you want to hangout?"

She takes Phoenix's phone and puts her number in it. Coincidentally, it also rings. It's Absi.

"Yes?"

"Where the fuck are you?! Ivy is losing her fucking head!.."

"I just went out.."

"You know there's a bounty on our head, where are you?"

"I'm just at the café, I'll be home in ten minutes.."

She hung up. "Sorry guys, have to go. But I can hang out tomorrow?"

Mandy nodded, and so did Ox.

As she is about to leave though, Phoenix feels a sensation in her mind, like something curling in it.

No!... She thought. Fight it...

Louis was using the fact that she surpressed her emotions to his advantage.

She doesn't have control over herself at the moment.

All she feels is a desire to be cruel to someone. Fuck, she hated he could do this.

"Oh?" Her eyes shines red as she walked out. "Your precious Lou is safe.."

She feels herself laugh as she walked out, and she feels the weight being taken off her mind.

Phoenix heard them murmur something, and she hopes they didn't hear what she said.

But you enjoyed being cruel, you just can't admit it.. He laughed. You don't want to be what you really are...

Shut up..

The guilt once again settled on her.

***

Investigating

/ɪnˈvɛstɪɡeɪt/

Verb

1. make inquiries as to the character, activities, or background of (someone).

2. carry out a systematic or formal inquiry to discover and examine the facts of (an incident, allegation, etc.) so as to establish the truth.

Moxy and Ox were currently out to investigate Hayden and William's house.

They were gling to see if they could find anything at all about the attack. At fhe moment though, it seemed unlikely like they would find a thing.

As they searched the living room, Ox finally spoke. "Did you really have to being the magnifying glass?"

Mkxy currently looked fucking sherlock Homes. She wore that big dumb smile, that fake smile. The one that made Ox want to-

"She's just using you. Your a good fuck buddy..."

Wait, what was he thinking? This was obviously the nightmare affecting him.

"Because I can Ox, is that a problem?" She asked, chuckling. "Don't forget your your wearing the cigar..."

She was right, Moxy had practically forced him to wear Watson's stupid bowl hat.

Thr things he did for her.

There was something that Moxy wasn't telling him though, she had kind of connected the dots to the crimes.

They all had something to do with Lou~..

She gasped, who had said that?

But the voice had a point.

Either hurting him, or having something to do with him. They only started after he came.

Bu they still had to search for evidence.

"I'll search Hayden's room, you search William's.."

It was obivous Moxy didn't want to see the blood, but Ox still nodded. He onew she couldn't handle it, not since...then...

When Ox did reach his room. He was shocked that the blood was still there.

It looked fresh, as if someone was just there around an hour or two ago.

Why though? The attack was last night.

He shrugged it off for now.

But as he looked around the room, he coukd tell there was a struggle.

The guilt sunk in more.

"You coukd have rescued him, but you fail at everything.."

"Shut up..."

The voice would not leave him alone, what the hell had he dreamed about last night? Why were there two Lou's?

He couldn't and wouldn't think anout this now.

He searched the room, and found a cloth. It looked used, and wet (from blood, not other stuff).

Why was William gagged?

Probably to keep him from making noise, idiot...

But why was he targeted, Ox knew there was something fishy here.

As he looked down though, he stepped on something with his foot.

It was a couple a knife, it was covered in blood. But this killer seemed smart, why would he leave the weapon here?

They're playing us..

Ox already knew that there was no DNA on the thing. This attacker seemed to smart to do something refkless like this.

Thanks for the compliemnt~....

He whipped around, what the fuck was that?

But he didn't see anything. He was just hearing things.

Was he going insane? Ox didn't know.

He lokked around mkre, but didn't find anything.

Guess it was time to go back to Moxy.

Whem he arrived in the living room, he already found her on the couch.

But she looked solem, like she was deep in thought.

"What's wrong?"

She jumped, but then her smile returned. "Nothing! Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, a cloth and knife with blood.."

She gasped. "Really?"

Moxy looked like she was going to be sick, but stopped herself.

"Did you find anything, Moxy?"

"No, can we just go?." Hs looked around. "I doubt we both want to be here any longer than we have to.."

"Sure..."

As they both began to walk out, she looked at something in her hand.

A blonde hair.

She couldn't tell Ox until she had what she think confirmed.

***

(In Ivy's Mind..)

Consent

/kənˈsɛnt/

Noun

1. acquiescence to or acceptance of something done or planned by another; permission.

2. permission for something to happen or agreement to do something.

Ivy would never consent to letting Ivianna out.

The two were currently fighting inside her mind.

"Can't you see he's manipulating you?!"

Yeah, she wasn't going to buy any of the bullshit the other was saying.

"No, he's not!" She replied. "He's not abandoned me, he was just forced to disappear all those years ago!"

"For good reason! He's nothing but a dirty liar!" She protested. "Can't you see that you were sane before he came-"

Ivy held Ivianna to the wall, knowing the other couldn't beat her in combat. "Oh honey, I was never sane. He just made the insanity stronger!"

"Exactly!" She was close to her face, tears in her eyes. "He made it stronger! You were getting better before he came! Please let me have control!"

"You haven't had control for years, you not having it now.." Ivy muttered. "I guess there are some truth to what your saying, but I choose not to believe you.."

"Please, Iv-!"

"No!" She roared. "You don't deserve to call me that! I don't care if your my other half! I fucking dislike you!"

But.. Ivy thought.  I can never hate you..

She still considered Ivia a sister, even if they didn't get along right now.

She didn't doubt that she hated her though.

Little did she know that was far from the truth. Ivianna didn't hate her..

I don't hate you.. Ivia thought back. I hate Louis. He has corrupted you...

Ivy sighed. "I'm leaving. The next time you try to steal control while I'm asleep, I will keep you in that void permanently.."

Ivia wisely knew to take that threat seriously.

But wouldn't stop her from trying to help Ivy later.

***

Annoyed

/əˈnɔɪd/

Noun

1. Something that's annoying is upsetting or irritating or otherwise troublesome.

2. an unpleasant mental state that is characterized by irritation and distraction from one's conscious thinking.

Pheonix was certainly fucking annoyed, she didn't want to be here.

She was sat at a bar, Ivy was next to her.

"Remind me why I have to sing?"

The other gave her a deadpan look. "I gave you the option to kill or sing as a distarctuon, you chose the second option.."

That was true, Phoenix refused to kill. So she chose the annoying option, she hated using her voice, she had stage fright.

The person who was signing now though was horrible, even Absentia looked like she wanted to shoot the doll.

Even she felt like killing her, she was that bad.

Then the music ended, thank God. She gulped down a full vodka, she was going to need it.

They were planning to kill a powerful lord (term for drug leader). They were going to make a ton with this.

She sighed, and got up.

The stage was bog, she admitted that, and everydoll was looking at her.

LookingLookingLookingLooking.. She thought. JudgingJudgingJudgingJudgi ngJudgingJudging-

No, now was not the time for a panic attack. She took a pill, and swallowed it. The effect was immediate.

She was glad thst she had them. Everybody got ready to dance, Ivy and already managed to make it to their target. She was good.

Then, he appeared, Louis. Right next to her, he was physcially see able.

What the fuck was he doing?

He gently toom the microphone. Great, now the crowd was going to think they were a duet.

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(Louis)
"Theories, I know you got your theories
I know you got this feeling
Everyone's out to get you (To get you).."

Phoenix was outright pissed off when Louis grabbed her hand and started dancing with her.

Motherfucker.

"Faceless, enemies always faceless
Somehow, you're always blameless
But that don't make you bulletproof (Bulletproof).."

He smirked as he twirled her. She stared at him in annoyance, but not hatred. Her pills were working then.

Her eyes that dead look. It made him flinch.

(Phoenix)
"You hear whispers when we're just talkin'
See pointin' fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch

She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. She held the microphone close to her mouth to he could directly hear it.

You hear footsteps when no one's comin'
But you keep runnin', there's no use runnin'.."

They moved through the stage like it wasn't even there, swaying and stepping in near-perfect synchrony.

Her heeled shoes matched his booted ones step for step.                                  

                                  (Louis)
"You know you're your own assassin
You don't need no help with that
It's your back that you been stabbin'
When you gonna understand?.."

Louis held out his arm, and she spun underneath it, skirt flying out in a swirl of glittering gray.

She was beautiful, but he couldn't help but wonder that, if their world was in color, what her dress would be.

(Phoenix)
"You know you're your own assassin
You don't need no help with that
You know you're your own assassin
You know you're your own assassin.."

She saw Ivy dancing with the target with a lovesick look on his eyes. He had known her for a fucking few minutes.

How did she do that?..

Louis caught onto her jealously. He knew that even if she hated the seducing and killing, she wanted to at least be hit on by a man.

                                   (Louis)
"When did, when did you start pretendin'?
You don't know why it ended
You think the fault is all mine (Is all mine)"

He looked at her with his pain in his eyes, but also anger. Louis' grip tightened around her.

Phoenix began to feel fear, shit, her mediation was wearing off. It felt like a knife was being pressed into her.

"Mirror, you never checked the mirror
Or you woulda seen the killer
Starin' right back with your eyes (With your eyes)"

Louis' eyes softens at her fear. There it was though, the way she tried to hide her emotions. He tried to imagine the role in one colour.

Perhaps, it would be blue, deep and inviting and asking him to come over and drown himself in her arms.

And maybe, just maybe, it would be a mix of both, enticing and gaining every man's attention, drawing them in to her shimmering existence.

                                (Phoenix)
"You hear whispers when we're just talkin'
See pointin' fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
You hear footsteps when no one's comin'
But you keep runnin' there's no use runnin'"

She smirked as she sang that bit, she was taking control. She dipped him, and he growled.

She laughed into the microphone. She knew he was a dominant creature. Seeing him submissive like this gave her a strange satisfaction.

"You know you're your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin)
You know you're your own assassin (Assassin, assassin)"

She squealed as she felt something digging into her side. She looked, it was a pin needle.

Louis began poking her more as he span her. Fuck, it hurt.
                                  (Louis)
"You know you're your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin)
You know you're your own assassin
You know you're your own assassin"

He repeated after her. He smirked, he had control again. People applauded for them thinking they were  very good in sync.

Her dislike only grew stronger. Then Phoenix did something reckless.

She kissed him.

                               (Phoenix)
"Ah, ah, ah, ah
You know you're your own assassin
You don't need no help with that
It's your back that you been stabbin'
When you gonna understand?.."

She pulled away, and he looked off guard.

Phoenix quickly popped another pill in her mouth. He couldn't manipulate her emotions now.

She was going to have to see her dealer later.

                                     (Louis)
"You know you're your own assassin
You don't need no help with that
You know you're your own assassin
You know you're your own assassin"

He smirked as he twirled her one last time, and then he kissed her.

Fuck, Phoenix felt her knees become weak. He was that good.

"Fuck you.." She murmured as people began to cheer thinking they're were a real couple. "I don't like you, I hate-"

He put a finger to her lips. "We both know your not capable of hate, Phoenix. Literally, your illness kinda forbids you from doing it.."

He chuckled, bopped her nose, and walked off stage.

Phoenix knew she had won a battle but lost a war.

She didn't say anything as Ivy and the others came back to brag about her latest kill.

She decided that she was going to piss Louis off. All it was going to take was a simple phone call to Mandy to do it.

***

Away

/əˈweɪ/

Adverb

1. when something or someone is not there or in the correct place.

2. to or at a distance from a particular place, person, or thing.

Lou just needed to be away frome everything at the moment.

And his feet seemed to be dragging him around randomly. He just needed a break from the drama surrounding him.

The voice, the blackouts, the flashbacks, everything.

"Lou?"

He jumped, who the fuck was that?

He turned, and saw Mandy. "Hey.."

Why was she here?

"I was just in the area, and saw you.." She stated. "Do you want to hangout?"

He shrugged, he had nothing to do. "Sure, I'd like that.."

As they began to wak to chat, they received looks of hate (mainky at Lou). He noticed.

What do they want now?.. He thought I'm not in the mood to deal with this...

His patience wa used up, he had enough of these glares, he had done nothing to them!

"Don't you have something else to do?!" He shouted, pointing at the dolls. "Or are you as pathetic as you present? If you want to say something, say it to my fucking face.."

The dolls seem to cower from his deathly tone, even Ugkydog did. What was wrong with him?

"Y-you tried to.." A doll stuttered. "Tried to get rid of us..."

But that but was whispered so softly that Lou didn't hear it. But he smirked, but it was insane.

Just like before whe he attacked those dolls.

He crouched down to Wage's level. "Say it again, I fucking dare you.."

His eyes had a hint of red in, but he still looked as normal. That was the terrifying part.

Mandy dragged Lou up, and smiled nervously. "So, Lou? We were heading to my place?"

He blinked, seeming to snap out of his angered trance. "What? Oh yeah, sure.."

The dolls were agaped as they walked.

***

In Mandy's house though, Lou collapsed on her couch in her living room.

"I hate them.." He grumbked. "They always fucking judge me, what the hell did I do to them?"

Mandy kept her mouth shut, she didn't want to overwhelm him with the information. "Some dolls are just like that..."

She sat down next to him, and put on a channel on the tv. Good thing they had access to the channels from the big world.

Dolls actors were playing people from this weird one called 'friends'.

Lou sat up and looked confused. "What the hell is this?"

"Don't know.." Mandy shrugged. "We just watch these things from the big world.."

Lou chuckled, and scooted next to her. Mandy discreetly looked at him.

His blonde hair was a bit messier ths usual, and he had bags under his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked. "Are you not getting enough sleep?"

He shrugged. "Let's just say I've been getting a bit too much sleep. And thst includes the black outs?"

Mandy looked at him, confused.

"Basically everything goes black, and I wake up somewhere else, the voic-"

No!..

Lou felt his mouth shut hard.

Ow...

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, and I've been getting these strange dreams, but I don't want to talk about them.."

He leaned back, his eyes closed. Mandy felt very sorry for him.

She hugged him. She fucking hugged him.

He stiffened, the contact feeling foreign to him. What was she doing?

"Thanks.." it felt comforting to be held like this. "Thank you, mandy.."

Lovesick idiot..

Shut up..

He buried his head into her shoulder, savoring the contact for as long as he could.

"It's around...9:30" Mandy trailed off. "Do you wanna spend the night?"

He nodded, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

Well... Mandy thought, laughing. Looks like we're staying in the living room tonight...

She grabbed a blanket, she always kept it here incase Moxy came. She was always cold for some reason.

But it looked like it was going to be useful tonight.

Lou took Mandy into his arms, and she felt that it was right.

She examined his peaceful face, and fell asleep as well.

Both dolls slept just alright that night.

***

Walk

/wɔːk/

Verb

1. move along by putting one foot in front of the other, allowing each foot to touch the ground before lifting the next.

2. move at a regular pace by lifting and setting down each foot in turn, never having both feet off the ground at once.

Phoenix was currentky on a relaxing walk, except she had someone with her.

The person who walked beside her was Ivianna. Yep, you heard it, not Ivy, Ivianna.

"Thanks for letting me come.." She thanked. "I needed this..."

"I'm surprised you actually had the nerve to drug Ivy to sleep" Phoenix laughed. "I am impressed.."

She shrugged. "She needs it, her mind is finally blocked from Louis' influence.."

"How did you not get corrupted?"

Ivia went quiet, and the only sounds you could hear was their feet gentky patting the ground as they walked out.

Her violet eyes shined with nervousness. "I was once, but not fully! I was content with what Ivy did, but that was until those months ago in the accident-.."

Phoenix covered her mouth, Ivia was about to protest, when she saw the look of fear in the usually emotionless doll's eyes.

She wisely kept quiet.

Phoenix put her behind her. "Keep walking.."

As they did, the silence seemed to taunt them. As if making a noise, would expose them to whatever was out there.

But no sound came. Ivia grew frustrated, but she knew she had to be patient.

WOOSH!

A knife was thrown into her back from behind, she screamed in pain.

Phoenix grabbed them doll and flipped them on their back.

But then more dolls came, three of them. She was feeling fear, she couldn't take on four dolls at once and try to defend Ivia.

She blocked a punch from another one, and had to wrestle with two of them.

"Ivia, let Ivy out!" She delivered a kick to one of their ribs. "I need her help! Make sure she's awake!"

Ivia obeyed her, and dragged Ivy our from her sleep, she gave her the memories of what happened to make sure she knew what was going on.

She felt herself switch. Ivia was no longer here, Ivy was.

Phoenix punched a male doll in his face, and she got punched back. Fuck, they hurt!

Ivy delivered a kick to a temple, and the guy went down.

She gasped as one of them was about to stab Phoenix. Fuck no.

She threw at knife at their next and it hit the jugular vein.

She kicked the gun out of their hands, and stabbed them in the chest.

She snarled. "Don't ever pick on my girlfriend again.."

The man nodded, realising he was on his own and ran before he could die of blood loss.

Ivy glared at mentally at Ivia and physically at Phoenix.

"You have a lot of explaining to do.."

***

Random

/ˈrandəm/

Adjective

1. happening, done, or chosen by chance rather than according to a plan

2. made, done, or happening without method or conscious decision.

Lou was just walking around with Mandy on random streets. It was nice to be with her.

Then they saw Nolan, he seemed upset. There were tears in his eyes, and he was taking to Michael.

Why is he upset though?...

Mandy seemed nervous, as if she was knew what the conversation was going to be.

Lou briefly wondered if she was psychic. He brushed it off though, it was just a worried look that was on her face.

Why though?..

Lou knew he shouldn't do this, but he eavesdropped on their conversation whilst pretending to chat to Mandy.

He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care.

"Nolam, are you sure your okay?" Michael asked. "It it because.."

He didn't say it, he knew it affected Nolan. It had been four months since they had defeated Lou, and since Nolan had given the dolls the idea to do....that.

"It's been four months.." Nolan began. "We defeated him four months ago. He begged, he ficking begged! And what did I do?! Huh, I just gave them the idea to wash him! Lou's face was devastated! We could have given him a second chance.."

Lou heard a ringing in his ear as Nolan's words were drowned out. He had what?

Why had he given the dolls an idea to wash him?

What did he ever do to them?

Lou felt his fists clench. His heart was speeding up.

But Nolan's face looked absolutely guilty.

Mandy must have seen the signs, because she tried talking to him, but all Lou could see was her mouth moving.

Nolan got the dolls to wash me...

That was the onky thought that was coherent to him. The anger was threatening to overwhelm him.

Aww.. The voice cooed. Is someone pissed? I can help~...

Lou instantly froze.

What?...

His fekt something in his mind, like a gentle push, like something was being moved out the way.

Then he felt that familiar fog.

I told you they did BAD things to you.. It cooed again. You want the memory?..

Lou nodded.

tHen hEre..

Lou felt it coming to him.

°FLASHBACK°

Lou ended up in the jaws of a dog.

He began to get nervous, more and more dolls approached him.

"Girls, girls! Are you gonna let THEM take over, after everything I've done to you?" He asked the trio known as the spy girls.

No one answered his words.

Lydia approached Moxy. "So what do you wanna, boss?"

"Hm... I have to decided... Any suggestions?" Moxy

There were screams in the crowd like: Rip it! Destroy! Feed the dog!

All these exclamations terrified Lou.

"No, PLEASE! I'm know I'm not perfect, but I deserve a second chance, - Lou stumbled. "Look into your heart!"

Moxy stood silently, pondering Lou's words.

"Um... I have an idea!" Nolan suggested, pulling the lace from the curtain. Behind its was a washroom.

The dog turned and walked toward the washroom.

Lou was put in the washer.

°FLASHBACK END°

He was shocked, just shocked.

Was Lou being punished for something? Why did they put him in the washer?

Ironically, that memory just came to me as well!...

Lou felt himself chuckle. The voice had an odd happy tone to it.

But then fhe anger came again.

See, they just hurt you!.. It started. ESPECIALLY that one, you could have gotten a more merciful punishment if he had just kept his fucking mouth shut...

Lou felt the fog in his mind, and this time, he didn't deny it. The anger seemed to be wrapping itself around him.

He gave into his anger.

"Hey Nolan!" He approached him.

"Hey Lou-"

"Can we talk?" He smiled, his breath ghosting his face. "Please.."

Nolan felt himself nod, and Lou dragged him off gently by his arm.

***

Chat

/tʃat/

Verb

1. It means to speak flirtatiously with someone you usually intend to sleep with.

2. When people chat , they talk to each other in an informal and friendly way.

Lou brought Nolan near the pool for their 'chat'. The two arrived in front of the washer there.

Nolan smiled kindly. "So, Lou? What did you want to talk about?"

He smriked, but the other noticed it was in a cruel kind of way. It reminded him of the one Lou had first flashed him at the institute on the first day they met.

"Tell me, Nolan.." Lou started, starting to back him. "Do you know what deceit is?"

He was confused. "What do you mean?"

Lou smiled. "The proper definition is the action or practice of deceiving someone by concealing or misrepresenting the truth. But mine is just when someone lies to your fucking face!"

Nolan then realized it, Lou knew the truth. "But how?"

"I overheard your little conversation with Michael.." He chuckled. "I'm hurt you did that, Nolan. But karma is coming for you now!"

He pushed a button, and the washer opened (it was a giant one). He pushed Nolan in, he ignored his excuses and apologies.

He put the the setting on 'full'. It was a dangerous one.

"See you, Nolan~.."

The last thing the other saw was those reddish eyes before his world span (literally).

***

(A couple of hours later..)

Lou walked along an empty path that he had flund a few minutes ago.

What the hell had he done back there? It was like he waa conscious doing it, but it was like something was controlling him.

But he nad liked the anger burning through his veins, he liked the satisfaction that came with punishing him.

Lou smiled, it was a sadistic one, but it could be mistaken for a happy one.

He was glad-

"HELLO!"

He nearly jumped out of his skin! Lou looked around, and saw nothing.

Was it his imagination?

"Hello?"

He looked around again.

"Down here!"

Her tone was an irritated, yet still excited one.

He flinched, and looked. His mouth was agape.

She had dark brown eyes, cute round ears, and a blue bow on her long tail.

She came up to the size of his knees.

She also had a yellow dress with a blue jacket, and she had green trainers on.

"My names Pipp!" She bubbled. "What's yours?!"

"Ummm...Lou..."

"Nice to meet you, Lou!" She shook his hand. "So nice to meet you!"

He shook her hand back, Lou was surprised that she was taling to him without having a hint of hatred or malice in it.

"You as well.."

"Want to hang out?!"

How is she so...excited?.. The voice asked. But she's cute, I like her..

Lou decided he did as well. "How long have you been here?"

"About a couple of weeks.." She trailed off. "I don't have many frinds though, dolls tend to get nervous around me due to me being...different. But you didn't judge me, so I like you.."

She sure likes to talk..

That made Lou chuckle. "I promise I woukdn't judge you, I just find your personality so bubbky.."

"I know!" She giggled, so childish. "Can I go up on your shoukders? Dolls tend to step on a lot.."

Lou picked her up. "Sure.."

She perched up on them, and held his head. "This is a great view, Let's go!"

Lou laughed as he walked off, and Pipp kept talking as he did. She wasn't judgy, in fact, she was pretty friendly.

He had a feeling that they were going to get along just fine.

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