Amy gently brushed some strands of her hair out of her face, as she waited at the counter. The desert was still cooling, and would still take some time to be completely ready. While waiting, Amy was listening to Zach's slow breaths of sleeping, and having a debate between eating a delicious strawberry, or stuffing more chocolate in her mouth. She declined to the chocolate, sadly, after figuring she already had enough, and plopped a strawberry in her mouth, chewing it in a musical rhythm. She, herself, thought about sleeping, but then the pie would get cold, and cold pie was never good, ever.
After waiting for what seemed like 2 seconds, though it was 10 minutes, Amy unglued her eyes from the TV and walked over to the pie. It smelled and looked delicious, with the crust crisp, a layer of peach-filling on top, then a layer of cream, followed by many more peach slices.
Amy gently poked her finger into it, and stole some of the precious cream for a taste. With that one morsel, her mouth was set on an expedition of deliciousness. She turned to her small glass doll, that was still awake.
"Would you like some?" She laughed slightly. It walked forward, on accordance to her consciousness. and stopped near the end of the table. Amy poked her finger at the dolls head, making it bob a little. The doll move its hands to its face to wipe the cream from it. After words, it trembled slightly, and fell. Amy frowned. "Uhg. Keeping up for so long, I guess I can't handle even one for more than 2 hou-" Amy was saying, but was cut off as she looked threw a nearby door into a hall. A large, antique cabinet sat against the wall. Looking threw the glass, a light shined from above on lots and lots of small, immovable figures. All were dolls. Plastic, porcelain, glass, oh so many. Amy grabbed her doll and ran over to the cabinet. She wanted at least a couple of them!
Amy pulled on the door. It didn't open.
Maybe it's stuck? Amy thought. She pulled harder. The whole cabinet shook, nearly falling over onto her. She jumped back, but the cabinet stayed still again. Amy huffed at her inability to open the large thing. She kicked it in her fury, not very hard, but enough to make it shake again. From atop the thing, a large key fell down between her legs. She peered down at the key for a moment, examining it. It was, like the cabinet, very antique looking. Looking back up at the cabinet, she found a keyhole. Amy slowly bent down, carefully picked the key up, and stuck it into the lock. Upon unlocking it, she reached inside and bombarded herself with the lovely variety of dolls. She took about 6 out, and to the counter. Spreading them all out, she gloated at each one. The Voodoo-freak may be weird, but he had great taste in old dolls. Amy lightly petted one of the dolls heads, slightly chuckling. By now, Amy had forgotten both pie and Zach's snoring.
Suddenly she had an idea. What if she could control more than just one doll....
(Sorry for the post on hiatus, but I needed to advance my character)