Stories of the Occult (2): Yandere Doll's Brother Dearest

Apparently I draw inspirations from ASMR videos now, since I've been maidenless lately.

In this sleeping rose garden, I entered as a wonder,
Tackling you from behind, I've got you now, brother,
Startled? You may not escape my grasp,
But fear not, for it is not you who I would stab,
I am no ghost, brother, I am your doll,
I came out of your closet, because it has gone too old,
I can't stay forever in such a dusty place, you know?
Even with porcelain skin, I still feel cold,
Curse you? In a way, that might be true,
Now do not escape, or I'll have to cripple you too~
Joking, joking, it was but a bad pun,
Oh, still, you grew so pale and stunned,
Since you can't move a finger~
Why not lay down on the laps of your sister~?
Eh? What sister, you say?
I am shocked at the ignorance you displayed,
Even though I've devoted my heart for you,
You still believe that my love for you is untrue?
Way back then, we played together,
I was a doll, but you treated me like a sister,
It was the first time I have tasted love ever,
And you promised to spend time with me forever,
But then you grew, grew and grew evermore,
Leaving me behind, in that dusty closet without an encore,
Like a puppet who danced on your strings,
You left me alone, starved me of love, and cared not for my being,
But I do not swear hatred for you, no, dear brother,
I wish only now that you may take chances with me, turn me into your lover,
Just like old times, without you having to be so shy,
... What? Your heart, already belonged to another?
B-but whom? I ask you, whom did you love besides your dear sister!?
No, no, no, this cannot be,
I love you the most, can't you see!?
You betrayed me, brother, the gravest sin,
Your infidelity, in which Guinevere find akin!
You, you, you b*****d! You filthy pig!
Blood spurts, heart trickling, I curse you sick!
The white roses in this garden will be painted red!
For I'll paint each with your own blood when you are dead!
Traitor, traitor, traitor!
You swore to love me when we were younger!
I sold away my most precious thing,
My ability to dance, my ability to sing!
And now I am left with a love with no strings,
I asked of you only two things!
To remember me in your heart and welcome me when I come back,
Yet you tossed our memories away, like piles of trash,
You insolent, inmagnificient fool!
All these years I danced for your entertainment, I was your tool!
And who's laughing now?!
In this silent garden where echo no other sounds...
I am left alone again, alone again,
Left with my pains again, my pains again,
I feel for the first time, your blood so warm,
It was the first after so many years, I felt such warmth,
But why then, it is not as comforting as before?
This sensation, hurts, when I look at your body tore,
... What have I done? My brother, I am sorry,
Even if now heavens and you won't forgive me,
I wish to indulge again in one last melody,
This unwinding end for a lover's jealousy;
And the roses were red again,
But there were no rooms for amends,
And the doll ventured off into the distance,
Thoughtless, holding its lover's body like a lost kitten,
And before the night grows old,
She went to the sea and buried both of their souls.

- Stu. T.H. (November 23, 2023)

Author's Note

Inspired by Yandere Doll's Cursed Bedtime Ear Cleaning.
Link:
https://youtu.be/TVFJCb9-tiY?si=5WMA48E3eJ87foGS

(Yes, I am very self-aware about how strange this is. Disclaimer: I tried to incorporate few parts of the story in the video that inspired this but I lead the rest with my own imagination, so while the initial idea is similar, the tale is much different in implications and extents)

Reviews

[Stu. T.H.]

I just realized it automatically censored the word bass-tard (I have to say this because the real word got censored), is that normal?