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This cursed doll is [dolltype] modelled after [dollmodel], with [dollfeature].<br>This doll's curse [cursedoes].<br>It became cursed [curseorigin].<br>This doll is driven to [dolldrive].<br>An omen that surrounds this doll is [dollomen].<br>This doll is hard to get rid of [curserid], but it can be exorcised by [exorcisemethod].<br>This cursed doll might currently be found [dollfound].
{dolltype}
a rag doll
a wax doll
a Matryoshka doll
a plastic doll
a straw doll
a ventriloquist dummy
a Layli doll
a bisque doll
a parian doll
a plush doll
{dollmodel}
a baby
a young boy
a young girl
a young man
a young woman
an old man
an old woman
an androgynous figure
a pony
a dog
{dollfeature}
a head of crusty hair
a warmth to it as though it's a living thing
an expression that sometimes changes when you're not looking at it
a "vestigial twin" sprouting from it
a sun-bleached outfit
a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth
a unibrow
a tiny, uncomfortably-realistic heart on the outside of its chest
black eyes like a shark's
a deep crack across its face
{cursedoes}
attracts volatile poltergeists to haunt its surroundings, and raises squashed cockroaches and anything else that dies near it as undead husks
makes the night a time of unnatural length and isolation, forcing households to hold out alone in a vast darkness against malformed monsters until the distant dawn
warps space-time, accelerating the ravages of aging and entropy, trapping groups in endless hallways until they eat each other, and the like
causes minds to bleed together, revealing dark secrets, amplifying negative emotions, and so on
transforms people around it by bits and pieces into life-size, fragile mannequins
grants wishes and secret desires, but these gifts inevitably sour terribly
prevents wounds and sicknesses from healing, or ever really killing those who bear them
horribly kills those around it who fail to follow an obtuse set of rules
twists household pets (and attracting pets if the household doesn't have any), imbuing them with intelligence and malice, leading them to sabotage appliances and so on, eventually turning them into furless goblins hiding in the walls
causes surreal nightmares, an increasing inability to distinguish between waking and dreaming, and sleepwalking into (and causing) dangerous situations
{curseorigin}
when a demon, pretending it was merely an imaginary friend, was invited to inhabit it
when it was stained with the innocent blood of its murdered owner
from the moment of its crafting by a coven of witches
when some crank inventor tried to make it a mouthpiece for the afterlife
when it became the vessel of the spirit of a serial killer
because it was present when a rift was torn in reality to a darker place
because it witnessed a cult's mass suicide
because a would-be lich tried and failed to make it their phylactery, imbuing it with only the most malign fragment of their soul
due to absorbing the obsession and twisted love of its maker
due to the abnormal number of covered-up deaths at the factory where it was manufactured
{dolldrive}
torment and wipe out a certain family
desecrate a sacred site to turn it into a gate for a malevolent eldritch being to enter the world
initiate a ritual mass sacrifice that will inflict a thousand more curses of great power upon the earth
have itself upgraded into an autonomous robot body
make itself lord over a ruinous, petty kingdom
foil, humiliate, and destroy a hunter of evil things who almost defeated it in the past
attempt to do good and redeem itself, only to become frustrated and horribly sabotage everything sooner or later
sadistically bully vulnerable targets, even when it would be better served acting more efficiently
find and take possession of the perfect host body, burning out those that fail to match its standards in a brutal joyride. It needs a host's consent to take possession of their body, but it can and most often does coerce hosts into consenting
harvest misery from its victims to concentrate into a fruit that will grant incredible, malignant power to whoever eats it
{dollomen}
tuneless music seeming to be played on a music box from a room beside the one you're in
dust gathering into chicken-scratch sigils
hair standing on end and feeling like needles in your skin
a creeping, bone-deep chill even when you should be warm
button-eyes and stitches and other doll-bits showing up in vomit and so on
cotton mouth and a root-deep itch in your teeth
birds eviscerating each other and strewing their guts on power lines and tree branches
"shadow people" appearing, especially when you're sleep-deprived, high, or otherwise off-kilter
hateful and misleading whispers
mold blossoming into the vague forms of reaching and cowering silhouettes
{curserid}
because any damage dealt to it, even from neglect, becomes reflected on the body of the one responsible
because it's cloaked by an aura that causes most to dismiss it as an innocent toy, and the misfortunes that follow it as mere coincidence
because if it's destroyed it can simply transmigrate into another doll
because its physical form is only the avatar of its curse, and can be easily recreated by it
because unless accepted by another as a gift it is bound to a particular individual by accursed fate
because negativity and aggression feed its curse, giving it a spike in strength if these feelings are directed right at it
because it's much tougher than you'd guess based on what it's made of
because if overtly threatened it can temporarily mutate into a much larger, monstrous form
because it can infect the minds of the weak and the wounded, turning them into its unwitting instruments
because if it's thrown out or run from, it will reappear in its victim's vicinity
{exorcisemethod}
by drowning it in holy water
by having three people who've been harmed by it stand vigil over it for three days and nights without food, water, or rest without faltering
by tossing it into hell, where it belongs
by placing it in the embrace of a saint's arm-bones
by wrapping it in chains and burying it beneath the roots of a hawthorn tree
by having it torn apart by doves
by disbursing its cursed energy into the universe by bringing it to a specific confluence of ley-lines under a particular celestial alignment
by laying an even greater curse on it
by exposing it to a strong source of the energy of Thaumiel - cosmic division: gamma radiation
by holding a mock yet respectful funeral for it
{dollfound}
at a garage sale
in an evidence locker, fresh from its latest crime scene
in the apartment of a burglar who's just stolen it on a whim
as the centerpiece of a shrine under a bridge
snuck into packaging in a toy store
at the estate sale of an infamous multimillionaire
in the mystically-warded cabinet of an occultist who wishes to usurp its power for their own ends
in the extensive collection of an elderly doll aficionado
in a pawn shop, the owner of which is associated with the mob
in the bedroom of a delinquent child
