[After everything, it seems fitting that the next thing she knows is the lights and sounds of a carnival. It was the only place that she'd found comfort-- and even after everything that she'd found out after the fact, it's still true. So when she's greeted by organ grinders and flashing electric lights instead of angels with harps and chorus, it's not a disappointment. It's just the next thing.]
[Doll wanders around the grounds, looking for something-- someone, really. Several of them. They had to be there, after all, there's no reason they wouldn't unless... unless Smile had lied to her.]
[Panic gripped her for a moment and she turned suddenly into one of the attractions-- a Mirror Maze. Best to comb the entire carnival until she found them, after all, no stone unturned, all that. So she wanders through, looking at her own reflection nervously. Sometimes a flash of orange sends her running smack into one of the walls, or she turns around happily to find the glimpse of a large man standing behind her was her eyes playing tricks on her. The glimpses start to become less of a figment of her imagination the longer she walks with her hands against the walls. Coming in here was a mistake, something is very wrong, the mirrors aren't just mirrors.]
[And that thought is made certain when she turns a corner and her reflection is still her-- but in her performance costume. The reflection smiles, cold.]
If you're in heaven, where's your other eye, precious Dolly?
[She buries her eyes in her elbow, and starts feeling along the walls again with one hand. What she can't see won't hurt her, can it? This isn't right, this isn't where she should be--]
Help!! Help, somebody get me out!
[Trying to Leaf]
[Where is she? What had that devil and his master done to her?]
[Doll tears away from the carnival at full-tilt, into the woods just beyond some of the tents. Anything to be away from that empty shell of what was supposed to be a comfort at the end. She follows a path that leads further back, running to put distance between herself at the carnival, only to come back on it minutes later. The path must have looped back--]
[She goes back the way she came, going off the path a few minutes in and through the trees. It's dark and she's almost tripped several times, but she's determined. Until she hears the music again.]
[No-- how? She's not giving up yet though, even if it's dark and the woods are strange, she's going to leave. She has to leave. No part of this is right with her.]
[On her sixth try, she's out of breath and leaning against a tree while taking in the lights and music beckoning her back.]
He's damned me. [Doll sits down hard on the ground. He was her friend, and he killed her family and sent her to hell. Why?]
Doll // Black Butler
[After everything, it seems fitting that the next thing she knows is the lights and sounds of a carnival. It was the only place that she'd found comfort-- and even after everything that she'd found out after the fact, it's still true. So when she's greeted by organ grinders and flashing electric lights instead of angels with harps and chorus, it's not a disappointment. It's just the next thing.]
[Doll wanders around the grounds, looking for something-- someone, really. Several of them. They had to be there, after all, there's no reason they wouldn't unless... unless Smile had lied to her.]
[Panic gripped her for a moment and she turned suddenly into one of the attractions-- a Mirror Maze. Best to comb the entire carnival until she found them, after all, no stone unturned, all that. So she wanders through, looking at her own reflection nervously. Sometimes a flash of orange sends her running smack into one of the walls, or she turns around happily to find the glimpse of a large man standing behind her was her eyes playing tricks on her. The glimpses start to become less of a figment of her imagination the longer she walks with her hands against the walls. Coming in here was a mistake, something is very wrong, the mirrors aren't just mirrors.]
[And that thought is made certain when she turns a corner and her reflection is still her-- but in her performance costume. The reflection smiles, cold.]
If you're in heaven, where's your other eye, precious Dolly?
[She buries her eyes in her elbow, and starts feeling along the walls again with one hand. What she can't see won't hurt her, can it? This isn't right, this isn't where she should be--]
Help!! Help, somebody get me out!
[Trying to Leaf]
[Where is she? What had that devil and his master done to her?]
[Doll tears away from the carnival at full-tilt, into the woods just beyond some of the tents. Anything to be away from that empty shell of what was supposed to be a comfort at the end. She follows a path that leads further back, running to put distance between herself at the carnival, only to come back on it minutes later. The path must have looped back--]
[She goes back the way she came, going off the path a few minutes in and through the trees. It's dark and she's almost tripped several times, but she's determined. Until she hears the music again.]
[No-- how? She's not giving up yet though, even if it's dark and the woods are strange, she's going to leave. She has to leave. No part of this is right with her.]
[On her sixth try, she's out of breath and leaning against a tree while taking in the lights and music beckoning her back.]
He's damned me. [Doll sits down hard on the ground. He was her friend, and he killed her family and sent her to hell. Why?]