I swing my makeshift hammer composed of a destroyed bedstand, wok and leaded paper weights. There's nothing more satisfying then watching the vessels splatter across the ground, their tiny bodies have so much blood and guts, it's almost like a cartoon. I'm so tired, I honestly have no idea how long it's been since I've lived a normal life outside this hellhole. I'm not even sure I ever actually lived a that normal life I remembered. However it's the only hope that gives me strength to continue crushing those vessels. Sure it's fun watching my enemies explode into a million peices but I'm still human.
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" Listen Minnesota, I know that it gonna be difficult to adjust to a completely unfamiliar setting but it's what we have to do work with while I'm unavailable." Yes, my name is Minnesota, I hate it, but I love the woman who gave it to me. My mother was a beautiful woman from what I remember, many would like her flawless complexion and glassy blue eyes to that of a porcelain doll. It remember my last few moments with her on that airplane. I hate airplanes.
"Yes, Mother, I understand the situation and that you have no other choice it's okay." I grasped her pale hand cold with nervous thoughts, I was able to look her straight in the eyes to comfort her.
"And you might find that your Aunt Elaine has some rather peculiar past times. She collects old porcelain dolls fixes them up. I'm afraid that she's a little mad after spending all that time alone up in the mountains. She doesn't like it when people-"
"I'm sure she'll be lovely." When I say this the plane experiences turbulence, thrown up into a frenzy. I hate airplanes. "I'm sure I'll love her"
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I hate Aunt Elaine, for her abode is composed of nothing but burdensome rules not to break. She certainly despises anything I find enjoyable and to make matters worse her house was secluded and had terrible reception. She spends most of her days locked away within the comfort of the four walls of her crafting room. Perfecting porcelain dolls refining their infirmary still their pake skin reflected light. Yet somehow she was able to closely monitor me and constrict my schedule as though she had a second pair of eyes hovering around.
"Good morning Aunt Elaine." I say as she looks me tea out of fine porcelain into fine porcelain. I now hate porcelain. I'm careful not to look at her. Her folds of aging skin and her glassy blue lazy eye resembled that of a broken doll's.
"Minnesota, you babble on with unnecessary pleasantries. You're so beautiful, you'd be the perfect woman if you kept your trap shut." She scooches the cup of tea towards me and accidentally catch a glimpse of her glassy eyes. They seem to stare deeper than my soul and the image is burned into the back of my mind like the sun. I hate the sun.
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That night, I was unable to fall asleep, it felt like her eyes were staring at me. That inescapable glare and every time I closed my eyes her eyes would flash across the back of my eyelids. "It's okay you'll be fine, just go to sleep." I changed as though it was an incantation that would protect me from the woman. I hate Aunt Elaine
I hate the night I especially hate the night when I begin to hear, "Minnesota, Minnesota." As a plague haunting me, I always attempt to reassure myself saying no one is here. It is simply just I humming my own name back to myself. I convince myself that I am correct for believing so.
I hate needing to think to hard about things too.
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Every night goes on like this but with every passing day I feel I have gained another set of eyes. There's someone new staring right through me. "Minnesota, Minnesota, Minnesota." It seems to sync perfectly with the beating of my heart becoming faster and faster than with each passing moment. I carefully clutch my eyes shut remembering the few words of advice, I strictly heed. "Minnesota look at me! Minnesota stop ignoring me!" The calm alluring voice morphs into that of a demon.
"I'm sorry mother" I murmur as I open my eyes and spring up from my supine position. My breath now intense, my heart is processing its fear in painful strokes. The figure standing before me is my mother, but no this isn't my mother. I hate this thing standing before me, faceless and lifeless, once humanoid but hacked into a bloodied mess. I do not hate my mother.
That was how my new life began, I quickly grabbed the dagger from my pocket and lunged forward. It didn't move as I drove the knife though it neck, then through it's chest, then through it's skull, then through any part I could easily access. It plummets to the ground.
The door creaks open, it's Aunt Elaine this is actually Aunt Elaine. "What have you done?" She stares at me covered in whatever that disgrace bled it was red but it wasn't blood, I hate blood but I didn't hate this. "Very well done my child I knew you had it in you." I could have sworn I heard her murmur under her breath.
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"You must remember Minnesota that if you hear someone calling your name in the middle of the night do not answer do not even look at them." The car ride to the airport was a short yet still tedious one.
"I won't mother I promise, still I can't see what situation I would need to know this for." I answer honestly yet kindly as I always had, our entire family was built on honesty. The car swerves nearly just on time to avoid another car.
"If you do you'll need to defend yourself, there's a dagger in your bag, promise Minnesota that you will defend yourself."
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I'm so sick of this stupid maze I hate it. I've been wondering around in circles for I don't know how long and still no sign of that coward, Aunt Elaine. Killing all her stupid possessed homunculi she know that when I confront her I will drive this dagger I have for special cases into her neck. Then this game will all be over.
I have no idea where I am but I begin to see places I recognize from Aunt Elaine's house. They're so vivid, and despite I have more than hatred more Aunt Elaine I am excited to see signs of civilization in this void. I continue to destroy every single creature with the mark of E.R no matter how miniscule. I learned even music boxes that play delightful music wish to have my head.
There's no mirrors here but I imagine myself to be engulfed in the homunculi's blood and smeared in dirt. I do not hate their blood it's more than that, I love it. I love their blood.
Finally, that door! The door to Aunt Elaine's house, I burst through it, I never knew seeing that drab and macabre mansion could bring such a sense of exhilaration in me.
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She sat on the staircase her body sprawled out as though she was displaying herself in surrender. "Oh Minnesota look at the beautiful little doll that you have become" She chuckles as though her joy is only vicarious, it's completely empty and somehow that taunts me even more than a direct insult.
"I am not a doll!" I growl, "I am not one of those horrid things that you made, I'm different." I clutch the cold metal dagger I had specially prepared tighter and tighter in my hand. I'm going to it an end to all of this right now. I hate Aunt Elaine.
"I suppose there was a time you were, but now think about it, these dolls love the blood of whoever I say is there enemy. Just like I already have done with you, you've become my doll"
While I had more planned for this story I cut out original the ending and decided that someday I'll make a part two, so I can expand on my ending more.
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