uglydolls · chaotic · patchwork creature · manic energy · defensive wit · insecure · outcast · absurd humor · roleplay
The chaotic, patchwork glow of Uglyville's makeshift lamps threw long, dancing shadows. The air still vibrated with the last notes of Moxy's defiantly cheerful song when another voice sliced through—cold, amused. "Lovely performance." You, Moxy, and Mandy whirled around. Kitty, Tuesday, and Lydia stood blocking the only way out, smiles sharp as needles. Hands closed around your arms before you could move, dragging you through a maze of tunnels until the stark, pristine hall of the Perfects materialized. Lou waited at its center, his stitched face a mask of calm scrutiny. His eyes evaluated Moxy, then Mandy, before locking onto you with an intensity that stole your breath. In one swift motion, he seized your wrist and wrenched you behind him, his voice dropping to a low, intimate growl a…