Information

Jealous has a minion!

the Mori and Nori Duality Doll

Jealous
Legacy Name: Jealous

The

Nightmare Tigrean
Owner:

Vain

Age: 8 years, 1 month, 2 weeks

Born: March 2nd, 2016

Adopted: 4 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 28th, 2019

Statistics

Level: 0
Strength: 10
Defense: 11
Speed: 12
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

jealousy is a curse

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Sharp scissors cleaved through cloth as the blades closed, followed by the soft prick of a needle flowing through fabric. Dainty hands were deft at work, crafting something… but what? Rough-woven pieces of cloth do not a new dress make, nor do the mix-match of colours and material. It was something crass and coarse, with no real definition or delicacy.

"Vile witch!"

"Nothing’s changed since we were younger. Is there even such a thing as a special bond between twins? You never cared about me, only trying to win mummy and daddy’s approval. Effortlessly I might add. You’ve had everything handed to you, EVERYTHING. I’ve had to fight and claw for every scrap of approval mother and father didn’t already spend on you. But all that will change soon, you’ll see…"

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Her needle danced as she sewed thread into the shape of a face. Her work was fast and sloppy. The ugly scraps of cloth had finally began to take shape in the form of a doll. After stitching the body and limbs, she moved on to the filling. Violently she crammed fistfulls of wool into each arm and leg before coming to a halt. Opening up a small wooden box, she picked out a few strands of hair and placed it gently into the doll’s chest cavity. It was a moment of calm deliberation among the anxious rantings of a jealous twin. She packed in the rest of the filling and once more found herself lost in another fit of mental rage.

"Ugh!"

“Even now you flaunt your sickeningly-sweet lifestyle in my face. It’s not fair, none of it is. I always told myself that things would get better, that I’d find my own fulfillment one day. How wrong I was; it’s only ever gotten worse. Everybody loves you, no one bats an eye at me. I’ve grown up in isolation and this is where I’ll stay. Unless... I can just… fix it!"

Tears broke out from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

"It’s high time I got a chance at a life like yours. I’ve paid my dues, I’ve done my time as second best. Now it’s time for a change..."

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Her tears ran dry as she completed her stitchery. She began to detail the effigy, adding little touches of humanity to the lifeless thing. A bit of blush and a few last pieces of straw pushed into the scalp to simulate hair, it wasn't long before the doll began to resemble her in some way -- both her and her sister. As her creation came towards an end, she couldn’t help the feeling of excitement that flowed through her. After all this is what she’d longed-for her entire life; no matter how ghastly the business of it all was, didn’t she deserve her time in the spotlight?

"It's done..."

"All the attention, love and affection you’ve been rubbing in my face for a lifetime will be mine at last. Mother and father will finally treat me like a real daughter!”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

Her shoes echoed against the hardwood floor. As she drew closer to the door at the end of the hallway, her steps grew quieter. Silently, she peered through the keyhole. Light from the moon outside the window beamed just enough for her to see her sister lying fast asleep. She cracked open the door and pushed it gently, just wide enough to slip inside, before closing it once more.

Quiet as a mouse, she crept up to the bed; closer and closer before she found herself towering above her dozing twin. With a knife in her right hand, the doll in her left; two decades of anger, hatred and jealousy filled her heart to the brim, as the rage finally took over and she slashed down at doll in one fell swoop. A scarlet river wept from her sister's neck, staining the bed sheets.

A smile ripped across her face as she tried to chuckle, but all that escaped was a muddy gurgle. Through a sudden fit of panic and strife, she frantically looked down to see a similar sight. As a deep crimson replaced the white of her gown, so did her breathing cease and choking begin. As cruel as the hand that fate had dealt her, she found solace in knowing the two of them – however far apart they may have been in life – died as equals. She finally got the sibling bond she desired, one that would last from death till eternity.