The Facility (Pick Your Own Path) - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

 Chapter 3

The First Guardian: After a lot of consideration for what fate might have in store for you, you make your choice.

You pick up the soft pink bow. The bow is gorgeous and made of an extremely soft material. Whatever Guardian a little pink bow like this represents can’t be too bad, right?

“I have made my choice.” You say this in the most confident voice that you can manage. You hold the pink bow up above your head. You hear a soft grinding sound again and look up to where it’s coming from.

A small security camera has slid out of a panel and observes you and the item you have chosen. The Creator’s voice comes over a hidden speaker once more.

“Heh heh heh… excellent choice challenger…” The Creator says with a chuckle. You gulped at the words. Whatever choice was “excellent” in the eyes of The Creator didn’t bode well for you.

At the end of the hallway a large panel slid open that was big enough for you to crouch through. “Proceed challenger.” The Creator said menacingly. “Your first Guardian awaits.”

You took a deep breath and walked towards the opening. You ducked through the panel and was shocked by the new room you found yourself in. The room was so incredibly pink! It looked like the dream room of a girly little girl. The walls were pink, the ceiling and floor was pink, and there was a large fluffy bed with a lace canopy. Though the thing that really caught your interest was the Wall of Baby Dolls. Along one side of the room was at least 10 large beautiful dolls.

You stepped into the room to take a closer look at them, and as soon as you did the panel that had slid open to allow you entrance into the room closed shut behind you.

No going back now, you thought.

You turned back to the Wall of Baby Dolls and looked closely at them. The dolls were beautiful, clearly custom made and hand painted. They were fancy dolls made of delicate porcelain. There were little boy dolls and little girl dolls and each one was unique. Different cute clothes, different faces, different hair color. The only similarity that you could see amongst them was that it was quite obvious that they were all wearing diapers under their clothing. Big poofy diapers. You personally had no interest in dolls but how precious these clearly were was something that gave you a pause for thought.

“Oh, hewwo there… It’s been such an awfully long time since I’ve had a new arrival in my playroom.” The voice was high pitched and was emphasized by cuteness and sweetness. It sounded like a little girl.

You turned to see a small figure standing near the bed. The figure was a short and very cute girl. From her face and height you had to guess that she was at least 20 years old but how she was dressed look more like what a little girl would wear. Her hair was a beautiful golden blonde and curled down to her back in cutesy ringlets. She was wearing a poofy pink dress that would make any proper flower girl jealous. Her shoes were bright pink and tied in perfect little laces. On her hands she was wearing fancy white satin gloves that matched her white socks. Her dress was very fancy and had a puffy collar tied up with a ribbon. The girls’ makeup completed her look. She had bright blush on her cheeks and huge eyelashes. All of her makeup was being used to highly emphasize her features and make them look more… doll-like. Her fancy dress had the same effect. The final notable feature was right atop the girls head. A large fancy pink satin bow. An exact replica of the one that you had chosen before entering here.

As you stared at the girl she giggled at you. “Challenger,” The Creator’s Voice spoke. “Meet your first Guardian: The Dollmaker.” After her name was spoken the Dollmaker’s smile grew and she blew a kiss at you.

“Welcome to my playroom Challenger. Are you weady to play with me?” The girls’ voice sounded higher than a normal girl of her age. She was occasionally lisping and her voice sounded much closer to a little girl than what was typical. “I have been so bored here for oh soooooo long. What’s it been since the last challenger showed up in my room… 20… maybe 30 years?” Dollmaker giggled to herself. “In a place like this you lose track of the time.”

Surely she couldn’t be serious, you thought. The girl couldn’t be any older than 25. This was clearly all just an elaborate set up… wasn’t it?

“Oh but it would be so fun to add a new doll of mine to the collection! I saw you looking at them.” She gestured to the Wall of Dolls. “Aren’t they so beautiful?” She walked over to the dolls and brushed her hand over the face of the one closest to her. The doll was a beautiful redheaded female dressed in a big flowing blue dress. Dollmaker patted the doll’s cheek a few times and the porcelain glass made a soft ‘clinging’ noise as she hit it.

Then she lifted up the redheaded doll’s dress to reveal the big pink diaper she was wearing. Dollmaker placed her hand against the crotch of the diaper. Immediately she giggled and shook her head at the lifeless doll. “Oh silly silly Abbigail. You already need another change? What am I going to do with you?” She let ‘Abbigail’s skirt fall back into place and fixed it so it was perfectly centered. “I will do that later.” Dollmaker said, before turning towards you. “I have more important things to do right now. And if we are lucky you will all have a new playmate very soon…”

Your eyes grew wide as you realized the entirety of the situation. “W-wait… so you mean…” You pointed at the Wall of Dolls. “That these are…”

Dollmaker’s grin grew malicious. “Yep hehehe, these dolls were all challengers who came here before you and failed my test. They failed to defeat me, so they were transformed into my pwaythings… literally.”

For a moment you felt like you were going to be sick as you took a close second look at the large dolls that lined the far wall. They all had lifeless glassy eyes. Was the Dollmaker telling the truth? Had they all previously been competitors in this sick game? How could something like that even be possible? For their sakes, you hoped Dollmaker was lying… but a sick feeling in your gut told you that she wasn’t.

“So,” Dollmaker said stepping away from the dolls. “Are you weady for my test, to become my next wittle dolly?” As you stare at Dollmaker and back at her Wall of Dolls you find yourself furious. You glare at her.

“No! If you are telling the truth, then your karma for the things you have done is long long overdue.” You prepare yourself for anything. “Just tell me what I have to do.”

Dollmaker winked at you. “Okay, let’s get this game started!” Dollmaker raised her hand up and snapped her fingers. Immediately you heard a loud clicking sound and the wall you were standing next to and the wall Dollmaker was standing next to on the opposite side of the room sunk into the ground. Behind each was a secret cubby that was lined completely with clothing. Clothes of all shapes, sizes, and colors! Though they all had one thing in common. Just like all of the clothes the “dolls” were wearing they were all very cutesy clothes that were clearly made for babies. On each side there were dresses, overalls, onesies, and so much more. Clothes that would make anyone wearing them quite adorable. On the far left side of each clothes closet was a large stack of diapers. There were multiple kinds of diapers as well. Patterns of all sorts that were decorated in cute childish designs.

Dollmaker held up her arms dramatically. “My challenge, or game, as I like to call it, is called “Dress-Up Dolls”. The point of the test is a game of dress up! Whichever one of us can undress the other, and dress them up like a baby-doll wins! After your opponent is undressed they must be dressed in 4 things to be a complete baby doll. A diaper, a full body item – (dress, overalls, onesie etc.), shoes, and a headpiece of some kind.” Dollmaker showed off her perfect white teeth as she smirked at you. “Whoever undresses the other and gets them dressed up in all 4 baby clothes articles wins. The only rule is once an item of clothing is taken off or put on, you can’t go back. For example, if I was to get a diaper attached to you, you are not allowed to take it off; you must leave it on. Understand?”

You could barely believe that you were actually listening to this. This all sounded insane. But unfortunately it appeared to be your only way out of this place. You had no choice but to go through with their challenges.

“Y-yes, I understand.”

“Hehehe, okay then baby doll. Get weady!” Dollmaker stood across the room from you in a confident stance.

“Challenger and Dollmaker, prepare yourselves.” The Creator’s voice sounded over whatever speaker was in this pink room. “Let the game begin in… 3… 2… 1… BEGIN!”

Choice #2

The Dollmaker said that there were no rules to this game. What should your strategy be? It’s now or never. Either you win this or you might become a porcelain Baby-Doll forever!

 

 1: Dollmaker is a small girl, you could probably win if you use your physical strength to overpower her and maybe even try to tie her up. Though she might be stronger than she looks. 

2: There are several things around this room that you could use as a weapon. The best solution might be to try to knock out or stun Dollmaker making dressing her up easier. Though what would stop her from trying to do the same thing to you?

3: While she looks like a young adult and claims to be much older than you Dollmaker seems to act pretty childish and bratty. A good strategy might be to try to outsmart her or get her into trouble. Then again, she claimed to be much older than she appears. Would she really fall for something like that?

 

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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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