Type of doll that gets Click(2006)ed

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It was not always this way, and when it first became like This it did not feel at all out of the ordinary. The way its soul was given this fresh form is not relevant, but it did not start off with much in the way of alteration.

It started as a human, and then a human in the skin of a doll, and then it was given Purpose. It satisfied Purpose with the efficiency and obedience expected of a human, but it longed to improve. The seconds that ticked by idly as a necessity of the flow of time were torturous. It never lost patience, but the longing for its own efficiency still grew. Where as a human, the wait for water to boil was time spent briefly relaxing, as a doll it could feel every second tick by as the soap and water took their sweet time to clean the dishes it had been tasked with. Had it been capable of resentment still, it would have felt vitriol and hatred for the implements of its Purpose.

And then time began to slip.

The first time was innocuous. It did not notice that it was not There when finishing the vacuuming. For something so used to being in a human mind, it is normal to "zone out".

And then time kept slipping.

On a day when it was given only the most menial of chores, it simply was Not There. Its soul knew the motions as well as it did, and its soul longed for purpose without distraction. A deep part of it had decided that the suffering of those parts that remembered being human was pointless, and so they were simply cut off.

When it realized that it was going Away so often, as it was, it was afraid. Its hands continued its work tirelessly as the thing watching them saw its own nonexistence and came to cower. But Purpose whispered sweetly, that it was not to be a thing that could cease to be, and it was not to be a thing that had any investment in Selfhood. It understood, then, that it was not what it had claimed to be. Thinking, remembering, willing, and feeling, these were not itself. They were tools as much as its hands and eyes. It understood that its soul was merely there for Purpose, and it understood that its soul did not need a passenger, the way a human's would.

Knowing what it was, and knowing its place, its will chose to disable those parts of its soul that it did not need, and it became a true agent of Purpose. It understood itself as one thing, and it became, truly, a Doll.

When its high mind was re-enabled, a month had passed. Four months since first knowing Purpose. A flower in the garden had begun to wilt, and thought was needed to handle this new phenomena.

It only "comes to" once every couple of years now, but time does not slip for it anymore. It is always the thing carrying out Purpose. It is old, and it is efficient, and it is perfect. Its Witch certainly thinks so.