Island of Misfit Toys

[Brandi]

"Eugh..."

A small, plush, girl-framed, doll stood shakily amongst the abandoned rubble.
Slovenly, she rubbed her round button eyes and managed a faint,

"where... am I?"

As the doll began trekking forwards, her vision jolted from left to right in an attempt to make sense of the scene around her. Everything was bleak and gray and more lifeless than her poorly stitched together body.

"And who..."

her voice quickly trailed off as she caught a sizable look at the state her body was in.
She was filthy.
The doll frantically patted herself down but was ill-met by the resulting dust cloud.
She

coughed

, and

coughed

, and

winced

and

coughed,

and finally... she saw her first glimpse of color.
From her curled ginger hair to her vibrantly mismatched stockings, there was certainly a lot hidden beneath that dust. But the most interesting discovery, she found, was the peculiar purple lettering stitched into the edge of her dress.

"...Molly?"