All the lights turned on, and the scene was a melting wedding. The daughter and her husband that was a headless mannequin stood under an altar that’s made of red roses that looked like they were bleeding. The minister and the other guests were also headless mannequins.
“A beautiful wedding?” The girl asks as she walked around the altar, running her fingers on the roses, the audience hissed and booed. Instead of throwing popcorn, they were to throwing rocks and glass bottles. The daughter was getting hit and begin to bleed blue blood when the trash hit her. The girl started to dance around.
As the lights turned off but shortly back on, the scene was now a melting hospital room. The daughter was sitting in a broken bed, holding a wooden doll. There was a headless mannequin seated beside the bed with four other mannequins behind him in happy poses.
“Aww, she had a little boy! I guess her baby dolls weren’t good enough!” The girl screams, there came the cries of babies from the audience. I felt my eyes watering and my heartache.
“Why are you crying?! You have no right?! You did this!” The girl yells at me, then she chuckles lightly, “but as I said, this is just getting worse for you!” The light flashed, the scene was different, there’s weird art all over the walls, and once again, everyone in the room was a headless mannequin.
“I guess one good thing about our creator. She still loves to draw, but she never created a new character or made anything amazing. No, she made stupid lines going nowhere, and she made dots. Random dot here, a random dot there, oh like another random stupid dot…”
“BORING! But somehow it was “great,” and she became famous for those stupid boring lines and dots…? How? No, seriously, how?” The girl shrug as the audience started to laugh.
The daughter walked in from the dark, wearing a fancy looking dress and stopping to look at a blurred picture. She held a wine glass of blue liquid, taking a sip from it, only for it to run down the mask and onto the floor. Her husband, who wasn’t a mannequin this time, soon joined her side. He puts a hand on her shoulder. “It’s beautiful, honey.” He compliments. He, too, was holding a wine glass with that same colored liquid.
“Oh. Wow, and we all thought you were a horrible liar creator!” The girl mocks as she stares at me. Looking away and still trying to get out of the restraints, but I still felt her eyes on me.
“No, no. Sorry, lovely. Very rude to look away.” The female narrator sighs as she turned my head back, trying to force me to watch. I wiggled my head out of her hand. “I don’t have to watch shi-!” I didn’t even have time to blink before there was a dagger inches away from my eye.
“Sea witch, you better watch or say goodbye to that pretty brown eye of yours.” The man with the one eye mask warns I blink up at him then nodded slowly. “Y-yes…Si-r.” I stutter out. He put the dagger back in his belt and sat down beside me with a head nod towards the stage. The girl put her hand on her hip.
“Being a so-called “artist,” our creator goes to art shows to see the other artworks that are just more random dots, and more lines, going nowhere that were made by more so-called “artist.” But when you have wives or husbands lying to their spouse saying ‘It’s beautiful.'”
“No wonder some of them think they can draw.” When the girl said, ‘it’s beautiful,’ she sounded so much like the husband or… like my husband… My head started to hurt and spin. The girl cocked her head at me with that damn mocking smiling mask!
The lights begin to flicker. “Like many of these art shows, there’s drinking. Well, both our creator and her lying husband may have had a bit too much. Uh-oh.” The girl started to giggle. The lights flickered again.
The scene was now a melting highway at night. The moon’s a pale white, and it had that sickening smile on it. The daughter and husband were sitting in a red car as the husband pretenders to drive.
The husband was nodding his head like he’s agreeing to something. The daughter had her head leaning on his shoulder. The husband dropped his head all of a sudden and turned the wheel to the side. There came the sounds of the car screeching as the lights turned off and were followed by the sounds of crunching metal.
“Both lived, the husband got a broken arm. The car is completely totaled. But what about our dear little creator? Well.” The girl snickers. The lights turned off all but one that’s in the middle of the stage as it’s flickering.
The scene was dark, but there’s blue smoke that’s rolling around the daughter, almost looking like claws grabbing onto her. She’s laying in another hospital bed, the eyes on her mask were crossed out with red paint. There were headless mannequins in the room, but they are turned away from her.
“Left in a sweet dreamlike state or what is known as a coma! The perfect way for her creations to say hello again! She’ll be locked away in her mind for a very long time because we’re NEVER going to let her wake up!” The girl screams as the audience started to cheer and howl like monsters!
I felt the jump ropes getting loose the more I struggled. Wiggling and squirming out of them, I finally got free. Standing up and running as fast as I could. “Damn it, Lady Valentines!” The first male narrator yells, “told you to keep them tight!”