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Graca was staying in an orphanage, though she was too old to be adopted. She was never seen, but there were rumors amoung
the children that a woman would find them if they were being bad or got lost, and she turned them into dolls for her collection.
The story started getting darker and darker, and somehow leaked out into the world outside of the orphanage after children
turned up missing without a trace. NO screams were heard. No witnesses of anything. Soon parents began using the tale of the
"Baby Doll" as they called her, to scare their children into being good. THough, once children, even the good ones, and even
adults, started turning up it turned into fear. Belle wanted to investigate.. she found the angelic young woman, and she kept
her for her collection.
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Belle began calling her Momma's lil Grace, because she had an obsession with dolls, and because she was indeed and
angel that had been kicked out of both heaven and hell for just that. Though, these dolls werent ordinary. They were each
special.. She created them. When Belle deemed someone unworthy of her time and wanted nothing to do with them, she would send
them to the angel face blonde. There, they would be taunted slowly by the girl. Her highpitched singing could bust the eardrum
of anyone if she wanted it. She would spend hours singing and playing with different objects like a knife, or would even dress
the person up. Like a doll no doubt. Makeup, Hair, dress. She would do it all. Once she grew tired of having such a large
playmate, her hands would run all along the body of the victim, ever so slowly. Where her hands touched, the body would harden
and start to shrink peice by peice untill they were nothing but living figurines. Though, of course they didnt move, nor could
they talk. But they were alive inside that shell of a body. Watching and thinking. Must be increadible pain no doubt to spend
eternity the size of a barbie, maybe smaller. She kept them all in display cases in her bedroom that Belle had designed for
her. Completely decorated with child like tolerance. Pink everywhere. The dolls where played with occasionaly, whenever she
tired of one and moved on to the other. Thousands upon thousands were packed into that room for her to look at daily.
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