Chapter 1

I don't understand humans. They don't understand me either. They think dolls are things to play with and once you're done playing with it you can throw it away, they're so much more than a play thing. They're works of art. I'm Dollie, and I'm here to fix you, my work of art.

Hey Creepies, it's Dollie here. I just wanted to create this story for fun and to see how many people would actually read it. So far, it's not very many but seeing that people read it makes me extremely happy. So if you could add the story and see how good/bad it is. Comment, star and message, see ya!!

I don't own Creepypasta. I wish I did but sadly...I don't.