Prologue: Charity begins at home.
YEAR: X906
Location: Rost Weiter distinct
The very first thing I ever laid eyes on was that old Coot with the annoying laugh She was short and stubby with heavy wrinkles on her face and pale blue, she wore those uggly squre glasses on top of her head “ohhoho I must say your my finest one yet if i do say so myself,” she chuckled to herself, I blinked a few times and looked around i was in the back of the old lady’ shop it was small and disorgamizeed with bits of limbs everywhere she looked like a serial killer . “hmm now that your awake lets do a few test” the old coot said She took out a clipboard, “Raise your left arm “ she instructed, I did as i was told.” Hm Hm now you're right.” I proceed to do as I was told, “hm hm good, Now time for a vocal test, say 'Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nuts." I nodded and repeated, "Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nuts." He nodded “hm hm” she went and jotted down on her clipboard, “now stand on one foot and hop” and slid off the countertop and hopped on one foot “hm hm” *scritch scritch “You seem like your enjoying yourself mad’am “ I asked “Oh yes yes indeed hm hm, Your a prodjetc i’ve been tickering with for awile a one of a kind Doll, Please do your best and exeed my expectations hm hm” she brimmed “ Ill do my best madam! ..but what makes me different?” I tilted my head. “That's what we’re gonna figure out together, hm hm.” I smile.d “ Looking forward to it”
She seemed satisfied and went “hm hm” again. Even back then, that was starting to irritate me. She smiled big with her crooked teeth, “Now for some maid exercises After that, she made me make tea, pour, and then serve it. “Blegh to bitter do it again.” My next batch was too sweet. “ I don’t mind it, but you’d kill a diabetic with this. Try again.” The next batch was “mm just right, perfect score hm hm!’ Next, she made me fold clothes, clean, and do other tasks. “Hm hm, you're doing well, that's enough of that for now, next up I wanna know how that made you feel,” she asked. I was confused. Why would it matter how it made me feel? I was made to serve, and thats what i told her, “come on you gotta have some opinions on doing work Hm hm? “ she looked at me expacetanly “i…geuss i feel fulfilled” She smiled again with a big toothy grin “ hm hm so do you have a preference for work?” again i was confused, why would it mater what a mere doll thinks? Should a doll think at all? “ I guess I enjoyed sewing the most,” I muttered, her eyes lit up. “Hm, hmm, yes, I see preference for seamstress …” she wrote down on her clipboard. Thats when i started feeling a bit sluggish “ oh dear me i aplogize i’ve lead your Sprit core run for to long hm hm… illl let you rest up for now we’ll continue tomorrow “ she put his clipboard down, “sorry for the inconvenience mad’am, “ i said as i nodded off standing upright, “oh please call me Agnes “ and before i closed my eyes, her toothy bucked grin is what i saw last
