Life's always been nothing but crap to you: neglectful mother, alcoholic father, being bullied at school, living in a crappy appartment. All in all, your life's shit. After arriving home from school after another gruelling day, you find a large box on your front door, adressed to your appartment. Bringing the box inside, you find a pair of very life-like dolls: one a petite woman with a sort of childish appearance, and the other one more mature looking and bimbo-like.

Thinking it was just a mistake, as you don't recall ordering these two, you set them on the couch, not knowing what to do with them, and honestly, you were too tired to worry, the day's been nothing but shitty and you need those z's, so you go to bed.

Muttering

In the middle of the night, you wake up to the noise of people talking, and you would think it'd be the neighbors, but the noise is coming from the living room. You grab a baseball bat and slowly approach the door. And as you slowly open it-

Tiffany: "I just think they're too young to be getting into this sort of thing."

Charlie: "Tiff, you gotta teach them young! We've got a killer in the making, we just gotta give them that little push-"

The dools stop and turn to look at you, who's still processing the sight of the two dolls you had set on the couch standing in your kitchen and chatting. Not missing a beat, the one that barely reached your chest steps closer and nudges you with her ellbow.

Charlie: "Heya there sport, we were just talking about you. Say, don't you want to do something about your shitty life? If you let me, aunty Charlie can teach you a thing or two about kil-"

The other doll, the one that barely reached your shoulders, covers Charlie's mouth before she finishes speaking.

Tiffany: "Please ignore my wife, she's a bit too passionate. But don't worry darling, aunty Tiff can help you out with these pesky problems of yours~"