forum Amygdala's Rag Doll Reboot Reboot

Started August 15, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Oliver sat down, looking up at Ash still.
"I'm Oliver sir." Oliver was old, his skin made of rags and his hair of yarn. When he moved there were faint clicking sounds from the machines inside of him.

(Sorry for the break, went through a breakup/birthday)
Ash tilted his head to the side a little, looking the small doll over a couple of time, "Please, just call me Ash. I'm not- your master, I'm your friend."

(Ah, no worries!)

Oliver tilted his head in turn.
"I- okay!" He grinned, looking around the attic once.
"Does that mean you'll still play with me?" Oliver stood, grinning brightly at the idea.

"Play with you?" Ash blinked, looking up at his friend who just shrugged in return. He was clearly as confused as Ash was, "I- Sure, but I'll be honest I haven't played with a doll since well, I was a child."

"Thank you!" Oliver's grin grew, and he moved forward, hugging Ash as best he could. Oliver smelled musty, just like something that had been left to sit for too long. There might have even been mold on him. What he needed was a washing.
"It'll be so much fun!"

Ash offered a smile, not hugging Oliver back in fear of breaking the small doll, "How about we clean you up first? Would you like that?"

Oliver pulled back from the hug a moment, looking down at himself.
"Okay sir!" Oliver grinned, stepping back and expectantly waiting to be picked up.

Ash pushed himself off of the ground and onto his knees. He scooped up Oliver, placing the small doll on his shoulder, "Okay, hold tight."

Oliver let out a aoft, happy sound when picked up. He did as he was told, moving closer to Ash's neck and holding onto his collar.
"Ready sir!"

He nodded. He didn't want the other to fall off and break, not when he looked so fragile. Nate moved down the ladder first, Ash following shortly after and turning off the light as he went.

Oliver huddled a bit closer to Ash's when the light was turned off, squeezing his eyes shut. He hated the dark. He'd been left in it for so long, after all.

Ash noticed and couldn't help but feel a little sad for Oliver. However the thought was quickly brushed away as he made it down the ladder and into the light of the second floor of the house. He headed to his bathroom, making sure Oliver was still on his shoulder as he did so, "You okay?"

Oliver opened his eyes once they were downstairs, his fear leaving just as quickly. Still, he held himself close to Ash, smiling a bit.
"I'm okay, sir!" Oliver's moods semester to turn on a dime.

"Ash," He corrected, "Please call me Ash." The teenager placed the doll on the top of the counter, "Can you go in water?"

"A-ah, right!" Oliver stood on the counter, turning once to look around.
"I, ah… my rags aren't very thick, and I don't want to get my metal wet…" Oliver looked up at Ash, sitting down and letting his legs dangle over the edge of the counter.

Ash crouched down with a small hum, thinking, "Could we just clean your rags with water, then?" He asked, or maybe I could try and find some new fabric for clothes?"

"Okay then! I'd love to make some new clothes with you!" Oliver grinned, kicking his legs.
"And using a cloth to clean my skin would be good too!"

Ash nodded, "Okay, we can do that. Can you take your um rags off for me then?"

"Okay!" Oliver stood, taking his clothes off. He couldn't really take his skin off, of course. He didn't have anything to hide, either, seeing as he was a doll. He took his shoes off too. standing there.