Players: Taeyeon-Centric, gen
Prompt: creepy dolls
Rating/Genre: PG-13, AU Creeper humor
Warning(s): Some synthetic gore.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soshi. I don't own anyone, in fact. All Fiction.
Summary: Kim Taeyeon’s not your ordinary SNSD fan..
Author's Notes: ...What did I write? lol. For the unniedearest 2013 Halloween Trope Challenge.
You’re Kim Taeyeon.
And you're in love with Girls’ Generation.
Rise and shine, sleepyhead! You have a big day ahead of you. Up, out of that bed, missy!
You spring up from your pink bedsheets, padding across cold tile to your life-sized cardboard cut-outs of the four heavenly members. You kiss each on the lips in uniform fashion.
Im Yoona. Kiss.
Hwang Tiffany. Kiss.
Jung Jessica. Kiss.
Kwon Yuri. Two kisses. Because she’s your favorite and deserves double.
Now to start the day. You shower exactly twelve minutes. Four minutes for shampoo. Four minutes for conditioner. Four minutes for body wash and rinse. Four’s your holy number thanks to the angels who’ve touched your life.
You pass by your mother who glares at you disapprovingly. Bless her soul. She’s never experienced the joy of Girls’ Generation.
“Find a job or a new hobby,” she implores. “Please, Taeyeon.”
You return to the basement. Don’t waste words on her. Besides, you have to make finishing touches on your project. The Girls are going to love them!
You lock the door to your downstairs room. No disturbances, please.
Ah, your pulse rate is off the charts! This has to be love or your heart wouldn’t be doing somersaults, Taeyeon. Love is in the air and it smells like Soshi!
You scoured the internet until the wee hours to confirm the destination for today. You have bags under your eyes, but who cares? Eye bags are adorable! They make you look more youthful.
Dress in your finest clothing, girl. Samantha Thavasa jeans? You have them in every color! Which to wear today? The white ones, of course!
You giggle to yourself. You’re so clever.
Uncovering a crate with the flip of an old quilt, you reveal your masterpieces. Four dolls, all carved in perfect likeness to the angels. Sure, the proportions are more chibi, doll-like. But those faces. You lift the Yoona doll and stroke her expertly carved cheek. Those faces are the money.
You’re a genius.
How come Mother can’t acknowledge this genius? She’d judge you, anyway.
It’s taken you three faithful years to make these. All that hair dying and cutting. Only the best for the Girls. They’d appreciate the dolls’ real hair. Your real hair. Fast-growing follicles know the deal!
You take the Yoona doll to your desk and flick on your powerful fluorescent lamp. Every painstakingly flawless detail stands out. True beauty, if you’ve ever seen it.
Who are you kidding--they’re true beauty. You see it everywhere you turn. All their album covers. Posters on your wall. Promotional flyers. Books. Magazines. Postcards. Stickers. Your room is a shrine. If only the Girls could visit, Kim Taeyeon. They’d praise the intensity of your devotion.
Such superb intricacies on Yoona. Baby Yoona. Baboona? You laugh. Be sure to remember that one when you see her today.
Just one last thing...
You find your sharpest X-Acto knife. There you go...gently...
You carefully slice up her lips. Deep, vertical cuts along the seam. You feel bad for ruining it, but not for long. You find a well-sized needle and thread to dig into the hard plastic until the lips appear sewn-on. You admire your handiwork.
See? This is how you differ from all those other Sones. Your doll has personality. And it’s symbolic.
“Im Yoona, you're prettier than flowers. Without you, I couldn’t smile at all,” you recite to no-one but yourself.
The quest for love is initiated.
You hold the indescript paper bag containing Little Yoona close to your chest as you wait outside the building. Ugh, some wannabes are waiting here, too. Don’t fret, Taeyeon. You’ll stand out.
It’s part of your mission, right? To finally declare your love through art. Perhaps it’ll happen today! Taeyeon! What if Im Yoona falls for you instantly? Does that mean the others won’t see their creations?
Oh no, you haven’t considered that predicament!
How about you show the dolls to all of them and make your pick last? That’s only fair.
Im Yoona first. Because you love her, but she was in that movie. You know. The one where she kissed that guy. Those lips are for you only, right Taeyeon?
You hear Sones chanting. Im Yoona just left a photoshoot!
Many of the wannabes are faster. You patiently wait your turn behind them. You clutch the bag close to your pounding heart.
What’s the matter, Taeyeon? Getting jitters? Reciprocation of love may happen in the next four minutes.
It’s now or never.
You push through the crowd. She’s even more stunning up close. Those previous concerts and events have nothing on this proximity! Say something, woman!
“I-I made you a gift,” you mumble.
She’s smiling! Love is blossoming! You slowly pull the doll out. Everyone’s looking. You can sense jealousy in their eyes.
Then, she sees it. And the smile goes away.
You hear some rude words while a big, burly man pushes Yoona into a car, throwing you a final, disgusted glance.
She lost her smile...
Yoona doesn’t love you, Taeyeon.
You put the paper bag over your head, tuck the doll under an arm, and walk away.
Wake up, Taeyeon! A brand new day’s ahead of you!
You were so silly yesterday. Don’t you realize that Yoona’s busy with modeling, acting, and her music? She has no time for a girlfriend. And to think you were actually heartbroken.
Hwang Tiffany has a fan signing today to promote her new line of lipstick. New day. New opportunity.
You make your way through your cardboard cut-outs. You skip kissing Yoona this time. No more love for her, sadly.
Lookin’ hot in your maroon skinny jeans, girl! Better on Tiffany in Galaxy Supernova, though. Don’t forget that pink shirt! Tiffany loves pink, remember?
Back to the desk. You turn on your lights.
Gotta pump up the volume here, Kim.
You examine the Tiffany doll’s face, internally swooning. Tiffany’s mini. Tiffini. You’re on a roll. Don’t forget that joke on your first date!
Now, what do you love most about Tiffany? Her eye-smile! Melts your heart every time.
Test the temperature on that portable stove. Yeesh! That’s hot! Not as hot as Fany-ah. You take a melon baller and hold it over the heat. Careful! 2nd-degree burns are so unattractive.
Once it starts to steam, you take it to her doll’s face and scoop out the first eye. Like butter, almost. Then, the second.
“Tiffany, I see nobody but you.”
You blow on it to cool. Now for paint. What do the insides of eye sockets look like? You Google some images. This will take no time.
You’re keeping the doll in a large shoe box this time. Much better. Maybe revealing presents from a bag was a little off-putting.
Yuck. More wannabes than yesterday. Of course, this is a public event. You try to contain your breathing as you move through the line. Bet a billion won that Tiffany’s never met a fan like you, Kim Taeyeon.
It’s your turn. Oh lordy, Tiffany and those eyes! She would have been higher in your rankings if she didn’t use that eye-smile on other people. Even when she’s on television, you know when she’s looking at you, Taeyeon. That’s when it’s the most real.
“How do you like the lipstick?” she asks, beaming radiantly.
You smack your lips. You had to wear it, after all. “I li..li...like it.”
She giggled! Ah, success. “Do you want a signed picture?”
“Actually. I have something for you.” And you lift the box top.
Any love? Do you see it?
Her face falls and so does yours. Not satisfactory? You should have spent more time blending the colors! You open your mouth to defend your paint job when strong arms escort you from the front of the line. She didn’t even say thank you..
This time, you stifle your crying into the box, too hysterical to tell the taxi driver your address.
Bedtime is over, Taeyeon! These last two days were flukes!
Have you not realized that Hwang Tiffany would have an army of suitors lined up? It’d be awkward to grab the first young lady with an awesome offering. Mend that heart; you have two more chances.
Is that toast you smell? A breakfast of champions awaits! Bypass Yoona and Tiffany’s cut-outs. Today is all about Jessica.
A full stomach is all you needed! And check out your booty in those pink pants! Confidence level: Maximum Capacity.
Jessica was the easiest to carve, wasn’t she? She’s practically a doll herself!
Jung Jessica. You smooth a curl of blonde hair. Her current dark color works, but don’t you miss her fairer color à la Run Devil Run? Maybe she’ll dye it back when you’ve hit that serious point in the relationship.
You tap your chin. What stands out about Jessica? You could name her qualities for days, although you settle on her voice. Such a lilting, honey-filled voice. Made for singing.
You reheat the melon baller and get digging into that neck. The larynx is right there in the throat.
“Dear Sica--without your voice, my world is silent.”
You’re brilliant, Kim Taeyeon.
You spend an extra hour painting the bloody interior this time. Bleed your heart out, Taeyeon.
Blood vessels...Jessica. Vessica! You face palm. Oh, man. You hope she likes that one. What a great wedding day joke.
You took extra artistic license and let the deep red paint soak into Vessica doll’s top. Jessica’s an artist. She’ll understand.
The airport's so noisy and busy! Thank goodness for those lesser Sones gathering or you’d never know where to go! Check out these simpletons. With their posters and boxes of goodies. Your present’s going to make them look like chumps.
Camera bulbs are flashing! Jessica’s coming your way! Welcome back to Seoul, Jessica! Your loved one awaits! You slowly unbutton your bulky jacket. It was the only one that could fit the doll strapped to your chest. Right over your heart.
She’s almost here! You pick up a few angelic “thank you’s” and a giggle. Music to your ears. Wait for it...
You yank open your jacket! Surprise! And...she screams!
God, Taeyeon. She’s shrieking!
What went wrong? Did you mislocate the larynx? She’s ushered away immediately and Sones are yelling at you. Calling you all sorts of awful things! They don’t know you. They don’t know how long this has taken you. You love Jessica more than they love their own mothers!
Some of them are taking pictures of you now!
Run, Taeyeon. Run!
Groggy, you drag yourself out of bed. What a rough night. You didn’t expect that reaction at all. What happened to her beautiful voice? She sounded like sirens or nails on a chalkboard. Well, what did you expect from the Ice Princess? She thrives on being hard-to-get.
But, not Kwon Yuri. You bestow a special kiss to her life-sized cut-out, standing on your tippy toes. You even use some tongue. Yuri will know that you’re an incredible kisser soon enough.
No room for breakfast. Your stomach’s too full of tickly scorpions! Yuri has to accept this offering of love. That’s the only logical ending to the trail of disappointments.
As you appraise yourself in your full-length mirror, you wonder if the proper name for this color is “Olive” or “Army Green.” Either way, Yuri will know that you love her most. The jeans are secondary.
You blast “Love & Girls” on a loop from your speakers. You think you heard your mother bang on the door to quiet down. Ignored. She can’t appreciate fine music.
Better mood? Great! To your desk, Kim Taeyeon!
The final doll is so similar to Yuri; it’s almost scary. You laugh out loud. The only thing scary around here is your inhuman talent.
You scrutinize the doll under harsh lighting. You’re sweating. This is onerous. One slip-up and you’ll be alone forever.
“Maybe,” you wonder out loud, “they didn’t like their faces obstructed.”
Sewn lips, gouged eyes, and a blood-speckled chin could have turned them off, which baffles you because they’ve never seemed like the vain types.
So, you stare longer. Until it clicks. Her legs! She has the best legs of the group. Curvy, caramel, and powerful.
Pulling a saw from a drawer, you smirk into its shiny reflection. “Can’t walk away from love, Yuri.”
Lower legs gone, but still beautiful! Gone Yuri? You don’t like that joke too much. Maybe your future Kwon children will think of better ones.
Once you discard the stumps, you cake layer upon layer of dark crimson to the maimed limbs. You pour your heart and soul into these acrylics! And a little of your own blood while you're at it.
Good thing her event starts in the evening.
The hour nears. You’re shaking from nerves. You had to sit through a panel of irrelevant actors just to hear Queen Yuri speak. Kween Yuri? You like that more.
You and all the nobody fans rush to the main hall to catch Yuri for some photographs. That’s when the unexpected happens.
“Hey, isn't that the freak from the airport?” you hear in the distance.
“The same one who made Yoona cry!”
“I heard that Tiffany vomited after the signing!”
Hands circle both your wrists. What’s gotten into these people?
You shiver from a heavy breeze. Why are you standing outside the building? These so-called Sones are so envious that they’ve banished you to avoid being out-shined! The weight in your book bag sags.
You sigh, kicking a rock. You’ll have to wait for another event. This is not your--
A back door creaks open. You don’t know why, but you run towards the sound.
It’s fate! Just what you’ve hoped! Yuri and her crew sneaked backstage to their vehicles! Fate leads to happy endings! That’s what every movie says!
You kick up a cloud of dirt from your sprinting. “Yuri, Kwon Yuri!” you call.
Louder! She needs to hear you!
“Kwon Yuri, please! I’m your biggest fan!”
Yuri stops halfway in the van, turning to look you dead in the eye. She smiles at you. And waves! Don’t just stand there, frozen with nerves! Go express your love!
“Nice to meet you,” she says, holding out a hand.
Her hand is the softest thing you’ve ever touched. You want to propose right then and there; however, you have a mission to complete. “I...h-have something fuh..fuh..for you,” you huff between bated breaths.
She smiles wider and nods.
Out comes the doll. In all its stumpy, bloody, glorious form. You grin like the best-dressed kid on class picture day. This is it.
She blinks a few times. From you to the doll. Back to you.
“I made this. Because I love you.”
“It’s...” Yuri stalls. You wait. “...detailed!”
You’re reeling. Yes, it is detailed! Your world is finally spinning as she delicately lifts the doll for a closer inspection. An irrelevant actor sneers. No one cares about his opinion.
“How long did this take you?” Yuri asks, trailing a thumb across its forehead.
“Th-three years. I started on my twenty-first birthday and never looked back.”
Her perfect eyebrows are high on her forehead. She’s impressed!
You go on. “Now we can be together, Yuri.”
She bites her lip. This must be a tough decision. To settle down so suddenly. “Could you maybe...make another one of these?”
“Yes. This doll’s...chin is a little off.”
You gape. She’s right! How could you have foolishly tried to play this off as her? Shit, how embarrassing.
Eyes flooding, you apologize a dozen times--bowing frantically. “Disregard my ignorance, Kwon Yuri! I’ll make one that you deserve! It may take another three years--five years, even. If…”
You wipe at your dripping nose. “...you’ll wait for me.”
“Take as long as you need.”
You blush. “Keep that one. To remember me.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“I love you.” The confession feels so pleasant on your lips. “I love you, Kwon Yuri.”
With a final smile, she closes the door. You don’t care about your failure to acquire her number or any sort of contact information as she rides away. Yuri’s committed to you. She promised.
Three more years and she’s yours, Kim Taeyeon.
You stroke your fingers through your long, dark ponytail.
Welp, better get cutting.