Chapter 22: Silicon doll (18+)
The silicone doll simply stood there, facing me.
I kept staring at it, unable to look away, as the television beside it continued showing the live feed of the boys lying unconscious and tied together on the factory floor. Everything felt wrong. The air itself seemed heavier, thicker, making every breath feel just a little harder than the last. I took a slow step backward, but my eyes stayed locked on the doll. Under the flickering light of the old television, its synthetic skin looked unnaturally smooth, almost lifelike, and that only made my stomach twist even more. It didn’t move at first. It simply stood there with its blank expression, its body perfectly proportioned in a way that felt deliberately designed to draw attention.
Then I noticed movement on the television.
Small dolls—the kind that should’ve been harmless children’s toys—were crawling across the factory floor toward the boys. Their movements were jerky and unnatural, like broken puppets dragged along by invisible strings. One pulled itself forward on all fours, its plastic limbs scraping across the concrete, while another followed close behind with its head tilted at an impossible angle. They were heading straight for Ryan, Marcus, Noah, Daniel, and Ethan.
A muffled, scratchy voice suddenly filled the darkness.
It sounded like static mixed with words, distorted beyond recognition, as though someone was trying to speak through a broken radio. I couldn’t understand a single sentence, but I understood the feeling behind it.
It was hungry and pleading.
I turned slowly, trying to find where the voice was coming from, but it seemed to echo from every direction at once.
That was when the silicone doll moved.
It wasn’t much at first, only a slight tilt of its head, as if it had finally noticed me. Then it took one slow step forward. Its hips swayed with every movement, far too naturally for something that wasn’t alive. I instinctively backed away, but the darkness behind me offered no escape. The doll kept coming, its movements becoming smoother with every step. It slowly raised one hand and traced its fingers down its own body, gliding across its chest before following the curve of its waist as though silently inviting me to keep watching.
A blue notification appeared before my eyes.
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[Fragment of Lust has noticed you]
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"...Yeah, no."
I didn’t wait to see what happened next.
I turned and ran.
My footsteps echoed through the endless darkness as I sprinted away, trying to put as much distance between myself and that thing as possible. My breathing quickly became ragged. The air felt suffocating, pressing against my chest until every breath burned. Behind me, the muffled voice grew louder, the broken whispers slowly blending into something disturbingly close to a hungry moan.
Against every survival instinct I possessed, I looked back.
Big mistake.
The doll was crawling after me on all fours now, its body moving across the black floor with terrifying speed. Its head stayed tilted upward, its eyes locked onto me while an unnaturally seductive smile stretched across its artificial face.
"...Nope."
I ran faster.
The scraping sounds behind me grew louder with every second.
"So this is how I die?"
"Eaten by a possessed sex doll."
"What a stupid obituary."
Panic finally won.
System!
What do I do?!
For several agonizing seconds, nothing happened.
Then another notification appeared.
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[Tip: Use your body to subdue the Fragment of Lust.]
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I nearly tripped over my own feet.
"...Are you serious?"
I stared at the message.
Then I looked behind me.
Then back at the message.
"...System."
No response.
"...I’m filing a complaint."
Still nothing.
"Who the hell programmed you?"
The doll answered by getting even closer.
"Wrong person! I wasn’t talking to you!"
Another notification appeared immediately afterward.
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[Mission Complete: Find clues regarding the supposed ghost inside the abandoned toy factory]
[Reward Granted: Holy Condom – Effective against ghosts and spectral entities]
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I actually slowed down for half a second just to make sure I’d read it correctly.
"...A holy condom."
I blinked.
"No, that’s definitely what it says."
I looked up toward the invisible sky.
"I’ve been chased through nightmare fuel by a possessed sex doll..."
"...and this is what I get?"
The system, as always, refused to elaborate.
I didn’t have time to question it any further.
The silicone doll was right behind me now. I could hear it breathing softly as one of its hands reached forward. Its fingers brushed against my leg, and the touch sent an unnatural wave of heat through my body. I stumbled, trying to keep running, but it was already too late. The doll grabbed my ankle and pulled, forcing me to turn around and face it.
The doll rose onto its knees in front of me, its body fully exposed now. It had torn apart its own clothes during the chase, leaving the shredded fabric scattered around it. Under the dim glow of the television in the distance, its synthetic skin looked impossibly smooth. It leaned forward, pressing its naked body lightly against my legs while looking up at me with those blank, hungry eyes.
One hand slowly drifted down its stomach before reaching lower. It parted its pussy with two fingers, silently inviting me closer as it tilted its head to one side, its pussy lips parting in sideways.
For one dangerous moment...
I froze.
"...No."
My brain had one opinion.
My lower body had another opinion.
"Traitor." I mumbled
Heat spread through me despite every alarm bell screaming inside my head.
"Seriously?"
"This is when you decide to wake up?"
Then the doll’s face changed.
The flawless synthetic features twisted and melted away, revealing something grotesque underneath. Its eyes became hollow black pits while its mouth stretched impossibly wide into a jagged grin lined with rows of sharp teeth.
Every trace of seduction vanished.
Only horror remained.
"...Never mind."
"I regret everything."
"My body can apologize later."
"Fuck this shit."
"I’m out."
I tore my eyes away and ran again, forcing my legs to move even as the darkness pressed down on my chest like invisible hands trying to drag me backward. The doll released a distorted screech somewhere behind me, but this time I refused to look back. I just kept running until the factory slowly reappeared around me. The office door still stood open exactly where I’d left it, but the doll was gone.
I stumbled down the stairs, my heart hammering against my ribs, and rushed back to where the boys were lying unconscious on the factory floor.
The small dolls that had been crawling toward them were gone now, scattered harmlessly across the concrete like ordinary toys.
I immediately untied Ryan first, shaking his shoulder.
He groaned.
"What... happened?"
"I’ll explain later."
One by one, the others slowly woke up. None of them remembered anything after we entered the factory. They looked confused, complained about splitting headaches, and couldn’t understand why they had been tied up in the middle of the production hall. I kept my explanation as vague as possible while helping them to their feet.
Together, we hurried out of the factory.
The moment we stepped outside, the cold night air hit my face like a reward. We climbed back through the broken fence and started walking toward the city without a single person suggesting we turn around.
Ryan rubbed the back of his head.
"That place was weird."
"Yeah," I replied quietly.
Marcus glanced at me.
"You okay? You look like you saw something."
I forced a small smile.
"I’m fine."
Just traumatized.
The system stayed silent for the rest of the walk home. No new missions. No warnings. Just the quiet night and the sound of our footsteps on the empty sidewalk.
I kept thinking about the silicone doll.
The way it had moved.
The smile.
The face hidden underneath.
Whatever was happening in this world...
It was getting stranger by the day.
And I had a feeling the real challenges were only just beginning.
