you are a doll… a rag doll created by a witch drove to insanity from loneliness. She brought you to life. Your eyes were buttons. However something noticeable. You were very plump. You were stuffed tight of stuffing. You looked like you had 2 rolls of fat

M-m-my creation… mine… I no lonely… I no lonely…

it’s clear the witch had lost it from years of being lonely

My soft creation… mine… it’s alive… it’s alive…