"A string?" you questioned, grabbing the string and pulling it as far back as you could.
"Go to Sleep!"
You all flinched, taken aback by the deep rough voice, it sounded like a person who had been inhaling large amounts of smoke for years. "Weird" Trisha muttered as she absentmindedly dropped the doll in her hand to snatch up the one you were currently holding. Turning the thing around to look at every little aspect. "Wait a minute..." she was quick to drop this doll as well and snatched up the first one she had dropped.
"Does that one have a string as well?" Lance asked, curiously leaning closer towards her.
"Ah! Indeed, it does!" she exclaimed as she turned the doll around and located the string. "I wonder what this one has to say" she muttered, taking hold of the string and pulling it back. She winced as the sound of static played out of the doll. When it went silent, we all looked at one another in confusion.
"Perhaps it's voice box is broken" Lance suggested. "I mean we don't really know how long these dolls have been up there."
"Yeah" you muttered in agreement. "What about your doll, Lance, does it have string?" the colorful male blinked his eyes before remembering that he himself was holding a monochrome looking clown in his hands. Turning the doll around he grabbed hold of the string sticking out of its back and pulled on it. Instead of static or a voice playing out. The tune to 'Pop! Goes the Weasel' started to play.
"Ugh! That old nursery rhythm" Trisha scoffed. "Boring, looks like the only one to say something interesting is this little guy" she said, picking up the doll that she had snatched from you earlier, pulling on its string once more.
"Go to Sleep!"
That rough voice spoke up once again, causing you to roll your eyes before you started digging through the box once more. "Hey!" your face lit up for a minute, catching Trisha and Lance's attention as they both looked away from the three dolls they were examining. "This once looks like Link!"
"Who?" Trisha questioned as Lance scooted closer to you to get a better look at the doll you had recently picked up.
"You're right, it does. Except for the eyes" Lance agreed, before furrowing his brows as he stared into the black sockets that only had two red dots painted in the middle.
"Perhaps the previous owner's kid was into some really edgy stuff" you joked. You and your colorful friend snickered before jumping as you heard Trisha roughly drop three of the dolls back into the box.
"Well I'm bored, I thought there was going to be something interesting in this box and it just turned out to be children toys. I'm going to go take a shower. Have fun you two" and with that she stood up and left, leaving both and Lance alone.
"I should be heading off as well, but we should show these little guys off tomorrow to the others" Lance smiled before bidding you goodnight as he left, closing the door behind him and leaving you all alone with the dolls. You didn't make any movements to get up off the floor and instead continued to look through the dolls. You pulled out of couple of them, stopping when you finally came across a dog. It looked like a husky, but the bottom half was red instead of white. What really caught your attention though was the eerie smile on its face.
It was the same as the raven-haired teenager doll's smile. "Perhaps you were both apart of a set?" you questioned, picking up the teenager and holding it close to the dog. Suddenly a yawn slipped pass your lips as your stretched your arms upwards. Sitting the dolls down, you looked at the others you had laid out on your floor, trying to figure out where you wanted to put them. Despite their stranger appearance, they looked well-made and quite lovely.
"Ah" you hit a balled-up fist against the open palm of your other hand as an idea entered your mind. The bookshelf was still empty. Gathering up the dolls your started to sit them all up on the empty shelves before heading off to bed.
-Later That Night-
"This is humiliating, being treated like toys! Why the fuck did she put us up on this damn shelf?!"
"Jeffery, be quiet! It won't long before the others figure out how to undo this mess you've gotten us in."
"I thought I told you not to call me that, old man!"
"How much longer until we get back to normal? I'm starving."
"Not much longer, I just got into recent contact with one of my brothers, they're currently tracking down that old woman. She shouldn't be hard to find."
"Shh, she's waking up."
You groggily opened your eyes, sitting up as you looked around your dark room. Confused as you thought you heard people talking. "Must have been my imagination" you yawned, flopping back down onto your bed and turning onto your side as you fell back asleep.
-The Next Morning-
"Wake up!" you flinched as something cold, hard, and wet was dumped onto you.
"What was that for!" you snapped, sitting up right as your wrapped your arms around you and started to shake. Ice was spread across your bed sheets and a huge puddle was now underneath you. Your clothes clung to your body while strands of your hairs were stuck to your face.
"We're going down to the lake to swim, so get ready" finally looking towards your attacker, you saw it was Trisha. Blair, Roxie, and Venessa were all behind her, three out of the four girls already in their bathing suits.
"So, instead of waking me up like a normal human being to tell me this, you decided to dump ice water on me?" you frowned as the brunette dropped the bucket in her hands to the floor and nodded before turning on her heel and started to push the others out of the room.
"Just meet us downstairs in twenty minutes or I'm coming back up here and dressing you myself" she looked back at you and winked before completely leaving you all alone. Grumbling, you stood up and started to strip, only to stop and shiver as you felt like a whole bunch of eyes were focused on you and you alone. You didn't see anyone as you looked around the room, but still you grabbed what you needed and headed out of the room and towards the bathroom.
You sat with Venessa on the pier while the others swam around. There were moments when it got violent and certain people were trying to drown each other, but Roxie seemed to come into the picture and everything would go back to normal. "They sure are rowdy out there" Vanessa mumbled as she rested her head on her knees.
"Hm" you hummed in agreement as you laid back on the pier, staring up at the cloudless sky with a bored look.
"You know, you don't have to sit with me. You can go out there and have fun with the others" she quietly told you.
"Later, I already had enough water this morning" you smiled, closing your eyes for a minute as you basked in the morning sunlight. It was peaceful out, as the only sounds you heard came from your friends and the wildlife. Seems Venessa was thinking the same thing as she too closed her eyes while a peaceful look settled down on her features. That peace was soon interrupted by a loud scream, one that came from deep within the surrounding woodlands. You quickly sat up while your friends out in the water stopped whatever they were doing and stared wide eyed out into the woods.
"What was that?"
"Was that a scream?"
"Sounded like a woman."
"Is she hurt?"
"Is she alright?"
"Should we go investigate?"
The six that were in the lake all spoke at once, asking questions and looking at each other with looks of confusion and worry. You were the first one to react, standing up and taking off towards the woods. "Wait, [Your Name]!" Vanessa called out after you, standing up as she was quick to follow.
"Hey, where are you two going?" you heard Anderson call after you two followed by the splashes of the others swimming towards the pier. The scream didn't sound too far away from where you all were. You didn't care how rough the ground was on the soles of your feet, all you cared about was making sure whoever screamed was alright. You could hear the others following close behind you, asking millions of questions at once.
"Where are you going?"
"[Your Name], this is dangerous! Get back here!"
"You don't even know where the scream came from?"
"For all you know this person was way off the path and deep in the woods. This path just leads to a clearing!"
Indeed, your friends were right, you didn't know where the scream came from and this path would just lead you to one of the many clearings that was used for camping. But, when you finally reached the clearing, you came to a sudden halt. "Hey!" you screamed when you spotted three tall men standing over a hunched over figure that was curled up into a ball on the ground. The men jumped, looking back towards you just as your friends caught up and rammed into your back. Sending you tumbling down.
Groaning at the new-found weight on your back, you looked up, only to find that the men gone and the figure stilled curled up in a ball on the ground. But, from the small glimpse you got of the men, they all looked kind of similar to that faceless doll back home.