Hellamorgue

Chapter 18: Scheme

A calming music resonated inside a house. The place was soothing to look at. It was designed to resemble a child's cave, like a nursery school. The walls were painted with pastel colors, fluffy and small animals can be seen on its design. Like a cartoon characters that came from children shows. Floating shelves were everywhere, pinned against the wall. On it, several dolls and stuffed toys were put as displays. A variety of doll collection and many other cute things. They were properly lined up and arranged. It was very pleasing and neat to look at. Above the ceiling, was a beautiful chandelier that resembles a baby mobile. Small toys and animal crochets was tied up and hanging from the ceiling. The colors were coordinated with the whole room. A wide and enormous carpet was spread out on the floor. It was soft and smooth filled with white and lavender furs. It has a unique embroidered designs on its sides and corners such as abstract swirls and different kinds of flowers.

"Aren't they're meanies?!"

A loud shriek suddenly conquered the whole quarters. It broke off the harmony swirling inside the room, like a glass shattered into pieces. It was a clamorous voice came from a humanoid girl. The woman resembles a grey rabbit. She was wearing a white fur coat and a mauve dress inside with iris ruffles on its seams. Her eyes were circular and wide. She has a thick dark eyelashes with purple irises. A white lacy stockings beneath. The young woman was in her early twenties. A bunny woman named Taylor Cottontail. She was sitting comfortably on the furry carpet. A fancy white table was standing firm beside her. Regal looking ceramic teapot and cups were placed on the top of it. Smokes came out from the cups and swayed up in the air. The tea was still hot. On her hands, was a hook and a thread of yarn. She was busy ranting about a happening earlier while doing a crochet of an animal. The young woman keeps looking on her left side as she rant out her feelings. Her long greyish ears were drooping below due to annoyance and irritation. Her purple eyes darted around while her curved eyebrows twitched. She was hopping mad. Her hands aggressively stitched the crochet and then threw it on the floor. The ball of yarn rolled over.

"Damn it!" she screamed.

Her high-pitched voice echoed inside the living room. She was huffing heavily. The bunny turned her head to the left. Her eyes focused on the stuffed toy sitting on the carpet. It was a two horned creature akin to a ram's horns, who's appearance was like a clown. It was tinted with muted colors of black and white. In front of it, was a nice and warm cup of tea. She listened to it as if it was speaking. Taylor nodded her head repeatedly.

"They only said those because they are not in your position."

"Uh-huh." she said while nodding her head.

The young woman heard the doll's response inside her head. It was a chilling and distorted voice of a man, but for Taylor it wasn't near to any creepy vibe at all. He always viewed the doll as her friend who can she talk with and rely on.

"They keep talking s**t about you without even understanding your situation." the voice continued.

"Uh-huh." she followed.

"We know that they value your sister more than you."

"Uh-huh. Right!" the young woman agreed.

She repeated those words as she crawled on her knees near the clown doll. She laid down and her stomach pressed against the carpet. She put her hands at her chin while staring at the toy in front.

"All of them are selfish and pathetic." the toy deemed.

"I know! That's what exactly I thought!" she yelled and flicked her wrist in the air.

"What are you going to do?" the ominous question of the doll inside her mind.

"I...." she paused as she pondered on her unorganized thoughts. "I'm not sure?" she continued.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. There's a lot of things to do, Taylor. You just need to open your imagination like what you always do." the jester doll clucked.

The bunny raised her eyebrow while staring at the doll. She extended her delicate arms and reached out for her immobile friend. Taylor raised the doll and faced it near her face. She asked him,

"Like what, Valdis? Tell me!" she insisted.

An eerie chuckle travelled inside her head. It impaled every parts of her brain. Taylor was impatiently waiting, longing for answers. Her grip on the doll slightly tightened as she loses her temper waiting for the doll to speak up. Her eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed. The rabbit gritted her teeth. She cannot wait any longer.

"Come on, tell me!" she persisted.

Meanwhile, the doll did nothing but continued laughing, trying to increase the intensity of the atmosphere albeit in a mocking way. His voice become louder as it continues. It was a deafening laughter grew inside her head. Sooner, the rabbit girl will surrender herself to her own hopping temper. She clenched her fists against the doll, squeezing it.

"Agh! You're driving me crazy !" the rabbit shrilled.

Her piercing screech repelled the ominous laughter inside her mind. It disappeared on instant. Taylor threw the doll away. It tumbled down at the pastel floor, a few feet away from her place. The young woman had an angry outburst. She violently shoved the teapot and cups off the table. It crashed on the floor and broken into pieces. She growled and roared like a savage animal. Taylor flipped off the table and collapsed on the carpet upside down. She scratched the couch with all her might. Her eyes were sharp and her gaze can cut you apart. The rabbit had a clangorous tantrum. No one was there to stop the crazed bunny. It took a few minutes in order to calm herself down.

Taylor wheezed as she catches her breath. She was standing in the middle of the carpet. Knees were bent, and her back slouching. Her cloudy eyes filled with anger slowly disappeared. Her vision was clear again. She blinked several times. Taylor found herself in a mess. The living room was pretty busted, like a great typhoon decided to embrace the place. Suddenly, her droopy ears went up. She remembered something. The rabbit darted her eyes around and looked all over the place. She remembered her clown friend.

"Oh no... Valdis!"

Taylor rummaged the quarters trying to find the helpless toy. She lifted the knocked sofa which was surprisingly heavy than earlier. The bunny grunted, trying to push up the heavy couch. The sofa budged, she saw the ragdoll squashed below. Its cotton self was slightly flattened due to being clamped down by a squab. Taylor hurried and reached out for the toy. The frustrated rabbit knelt. Her face was the definition of regret and worry. She didn't mean to hurt her friend. There was a tiny tear on the toy's waist. A portion of cotton filling was coming out. Valdis didn't talk and remained silent. The bunny girl was tremendously worried on the doll. She regretted her uncontrollable action earlier. The woman tried to bring the doll to its original shape. She shook its fabric to remove the dirt.

"Valdis! I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean to!" she apologized with teary eyes.

There was no response from the doll. Taylor become more worried about her friend. Was he gone? Did she kill him? Several awful thoughts began to swirl inside her brain. Her anxiety flooded her mind and filled the imaginary bucket. Taylor called for her friend multiple times.

Still no words sprouted inside her head. Taylor began to cry. Big chunks of crystal clear tears flow down through the rabbit's cheeks. Her nose went red and stuffy. Her big and long grey ears fell down to her shoulders. She closed her eyes. The woman sniffled and ugly sobbed while hugging her friend. The ragdoll was pressed against her chest. Taylor was calling out for him several times with her broken and lonesome voice. For a moment, a gentle voice tried to reassure the woman.

"Now, now... Hush, doll. I am here."

The bunny opened her round purple eyes. It was glistening made by the tears. She immediately looked at the ragdoll. Taylor sniffed and blinked twice.

"Valdis?" she called softly.

"Hello, Taylor." he replied calmly.

The young woman rejoiced. A soothing voice embraced her heart and relieved the pain. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief. She thought her only friend was gone. A wide smile grew on her lips. Her eyebrows curled and quivered while looking at the clown doll. Taylor raised the doll with both of her hands.

"Valdis!" she called. Slowly she put it down near her face. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to throw and hurt you!" she apologized.

"It's fine, dear. There's nothing to worry about." the doll's placid reply.

"Still!" she interjected. Taylor glanced at the tear on the ragdoll's waist. "I tore you a little! Does it hurt?" she asked with pure concern.

"Not at all. Remember that I don't feel anything with this body." Valdis stated.

"I still don't like how you look right now." she muttered, crinkling her eyebrows.

Taylor looked around. The room was so messy. But she didn't mind it. Her priority was to fix her toy friend. Taylor carefully put Valdis down the carpet. The bunny stood up from her knees. She looked for her sewing box. She found it near the broken cups. She hurriedly picked up and accidentally cut her finger with the pointy shards. The woman flinched.

"Ouch!" she yelp.

Blood began to come out from the cut. It trickled down and dripped on the floor. Taylor ignored her cut and picked up the box. She went back to the doll and sat beside it. She opened her sewing box and grabbed a needle and black thread. The bunny assembled it and was about to pick up the ragdoll. A masculine voice abruptly appeared inside her brain.

"You're bleeding, dear." the doll cooed.

"It's nothing! I have to hurry and sew this tear up." the woman hastily said.

Taylor impulsively began to poke the doll's side with the needle. She moved her hand and sew the tear. When she pulled up the needle, blood trickled down through it and reached the thread. With the gravity pulling the droplet downwards, it stained the doll's fabric red. Taylor noticed it. The bunny startled and dropped the needle and thread.

"Shoot! I'm sorry!"

"Ahahaha." the voice chuckled. "I told you about it, but it's cool. Don't be sorry, Taylor. I always loved blood anyway." the voice uncannily stated.

"Ah! Valdis, I'm so sorry I am feeling braindead today." the girl wonky wailed. She raked a hand through her fluffy hair.

"Forget the sewing for now. Go on and relax yourself. You need it." Valdis ordered.

"But-"

"Do it." the voice firmly demanded.

"Okay..." the bunny whimpered, she lowered her head.

Taylor stood up from the floor. She was heading to the telephones to call for her maids. There were a mess that needed to clean up. Before even touching the telephone, the voice stopped her from her tracks. Valdis' tone was haunting and foreboding.

"And when you wake up, I will tell you all the fun ways to play with your family."

The woman slightly looked over her shoulder. Glancing her purple eyes to the ragdoll sitting on the floor. The shimmer on her round eyes faded. A mischievous grin slowly appeared on the rabbit's face.

"I love playing." she mumbled.

Taylor went straight near the telephone above the drawer. She dialed a number and called her maids. Outside the window, a mysterious boy was eyeing for the woman. The windowpane was slightly opened. He witnessed and heard everything that happened inside. The playful chaos and burning rage. He breathed slowly. The lad removed his sight away from the window. Carefully, he snuck away from the rabbit's house like nothing happened. After a mile of sprinting, he reached the park. He dragged his athletic feet towards the bench and sat down on it. The young man was facing down. His eyes were sharp and gleaming green. He crossed his hands and played with his fingers.

"Valdis..." he whispered under his breath. The lad lifted his head. His eyes were burning in determination.

"I was right all along."