Thomas Jones's Story

The Shop Keeper came out from the room and saw that the young ladies were gone and that there is a young man inside his shop, a smile came to his lips, "Welcome, dear sir!" He said as he made a salute towards him, "How may I help the young master today?"

"Why, thank you, good sir." the Shop Keeper exclaimed as he skipped towards the young man and Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, "I've made them myself." he said proudly.

He took the twins and gave them to the boy gently, "Twins that never disagree with each other and yet they want to have an enlargement." he sighed, "Ah, the irony."

"But don't mind me!" he said as he waved his hand on the air and skipped back to the counter, "Now you want those dolls right? So please," he got the paper and placed them on the counter, "Sign this paper and the doll is all yours." he then placed a candy which said "EAT ME", "I do not desire the queen's money in case you are wondering." he said as he remembered his previous customers being wary about him not wanting payment.

The Shop Keeper smiled as the three girls are inside the game already, he chuckled, "Just two more dolls, just one more boy to fall, then the game can already start." he looked outside his shop and saw another young lady outside, "Another will come, Blood. Be ready while I take care of this one." he said as he smiled at his next customer and made a hand motion which meant to come in.

Rahls stumbled backwards as something crashed into him. He tripped over his own feet in confusion and landed flat on his back.
Sitting up and rubbing his head, he glared at the boy who had caused him to fall. "What was that for? Jeez... Can't people even watch where they're going anymore?" he sighed and began to pull himself back to his feet.

Rahls froze. "For the love of..." he pushed the man's hand away and got to his feet on his own. "Look, just because... Y'know, screw this, I'm just done with explaining it."
He left the man standing there behind him and walked to the shop.stuff like that happened a lot. Some people had even gone so far as to call him "little girl" before. He could understand it, sort of, but it still pissed him off.
Walking up to the shop, he could tell that it was a strange little shop. And he had been sure that the shopkeeper had beckoned to him earlier. It wasn't exactly anything to get worried over, and he was probably just being paranoid... So he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The Shop Keeper chuckled slightly as he watches his contestants find their way around the Maze of Doors, "I wonder why they haven't heard the song and why hasn't the other little girl fell yet?" he shrugged, "Oh well, let's just put an amplifier, Blood. The other one should come soon." he then stood up and waved his hands like he was conducting an orchestra. Soon two big amplifiers appeared beside his throne and his doll, "Okay, I know that they should hear this. Play the theme song of this game instead, Blood."

Blood nodded and started to play again as well as sing...

The twins soon found themselves in a place familiar to them, unfortunately being the way they were they could hardly do much except sit there and wait for the boy that carried them to wind them up again. No doubt if this were to occur they would be back to their talkative and fictitious selves.

Finally, they each felt the feeling of their key winding them back into life and immediately Dumald started chattering up a storm and Dellia, hardly being unable not to, followed in suit.

Dumald began, “This scarf is ridiculously tight, if it were to choke me anymore I would be dead,”

Dellia continued, “contrariwise, if it were to choke me any further he’d live but I’d die.”

Together they finished, “That’s logic.”

“Logically so, if he dies I die,” Dellia started again.

“but if she dies then we die together.” Dumald finished.

“Unfortunately so, we like the stories we tell,” Dellia continued.

“We like them alive even more so.” Dumald finished.

“So we tell them together,”

“and live them together,”

“and enjoy them together,”

“and without the two of use we can’t do anything together.”

“That’s logic.” The two finished. They looked at each and pulled on the scarf, then finding themselves choking they hugged each other.

“How rude of us,” Dellia started again.

“we have yet to introduce ourselves,” Dumald added.

“we really should,”

“we should,”

“you first.”

“She is Happy,”

“he is Sad.”

“As you have named us,”

“Though contrariwise to ourselves.”

“That’s manners.” Dumald looked at Dellia again, and she at him. After a moment they began pushing each other away, however, finding themselves hardly accomplishing much but banging their heads together they stopped and hugged each other again. Together they looked up at the boy, Dumald started again, “If you think we’re waxworks you ought to pay, you know.”

Dellia continued, “Contrariwise if you think we’re alive you ought to speak to us.”

“That’s logic.”

"Hello!"

The Shop Keeper looked up and saw a teal haired girl skipping towards the table. He snapped his fingers and the piece of parchment which she signed appeared, "Lady Aveline Mason..." he said as his face was hidden behind the parchment, "You're late for tea!" he said as he threw a cup towards her but missed.

He stood up and smiled, "So glad you were able to make it even though you are late. Please have a seat and don't mind the serious black haired girl named Azura." he sighed, "She's not fun at all." he said while twiddling with his fingers.

Suddenly a ball of glass appeared in front of him, "Oh? What is this?" he asked to himself and peered towards what the glass beholds. The first boy who came to his shop must have accidentally triggered the activation key for his dolls. He sighed deeply, "Why? Oh, why?" he then took a toy robot made out of wood and started to wind it up. Once it was fully winded, he let his lips touch the head of the toy, "Turn them off." he whispered to the toy.

He placed it down and started to walk on its own going to the door. He looked at Blood, "We must hurry." he then took a golden pocket watch, "We don't have that much time anymore."

Blood nodded and went on with the lyrics...

Rahls had been quiet for a long time. Finally, he sighed and, in a rare display of something that was actually not an idiotic thing to do, he looked up.
"Okay. Lets all calm down for a second," he said, hoping that he pitched it low enough that no one would think he was a girl. He really felt like hitting something right now, but was managing to keep himself under control. "First... You. Weirdo." He pointed to the shopkeeper. "The hell is going on here? And why do I still have a doll with me?" Pulling out the small dormouse doll he held it out as if it were a weapon that had been used against him. "And finally... Why are you drinking tea in a..." He looked around and rummaged through his brain for words that could accurately describe the odd building. Something that he was pretty sure was actually a phrase that made sense finally popped into his mind. "Labyrinthine dungeon. Yeah, let's go with that one."