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Hi I just wanted to ask if you could do a part 2 on that one short story when lou had a shock collar? I found that one really interesting I really wanna read more of it ^^

I'm actually really invested in it, too, now XD

This is gonna be another long one, so I'll put a 'read more' break right about here.

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"He's waking up!"

"Just stay calm. We don't wanna get 'im worked up."

"His hands are still sparking…"

"Just let him breathe and calm down. He's under a lot of stress."

Face pinched. Mouth twisting into a frown. Blue eyes blinked open a few seconds later and he was met with the sight of all the dolls crowded around him. They looked worried for some reason—

Lou sat up quickly, pupils contracting in fear as he looked at his hands. Hands rested on his shoulders tightly as Mandy shouted out a few syllables to get his attention. "Woah, lay back down, alright?"

"Th-The collar—robots—wh-what happened—"

Blue sparks became more erratic around his hands. Whatever this was must have been tied to his emotions. “Breathe, breathe.” Mandy took him by the wrists, keeping a safe distance from his hands. “You have to calm down, okay? Everything is fine. We’re in my house. We didn’t want to carry you all the way to Ox’s.”

The doll in front of her trembled, sparks not ceasing. The wind outside slammed against the windows and door as his breathing picked up speed. Wage pulled back the edge of the blinds to see storm clouds rolling in quickly. “Someone better calm ‘im down or knock ‘im out, 'cause he’s bringin’ in a storm.”

“Lou, hey, look at me,” Mandy lifted his face. His pupils were contracted again. “Lou, you’ve gotta breathe.”

“I-I-I can’t.”

Ox hopped up onto the sofa and sat behind Lou. “Wage, keep the blinds closed an’ make sure the door’s locked.” He wrapped both arms around the small frame in front of him, head pressed against Lou’s shoulder. “We’ll just ride it out, Bud, okay? It’s a panic attack.”

Electricity danced along Lou’s fingers and slowly traveled up his bare arms. Mandy quickly pulled the short sleeves of the t-shirt up to Lou’s shoulder so the sparks wouldn’t reach the fabric and start a fire. She paused on the right sleeve when a mark became visible. The number 3 in black ink.

“What–” Moxy started before Ox cut her off.

“Let’s focus on one thing at a time.” He spoke shortly, eyeing the insignia. Lou was beginning to shake even worse and the house trembled on its foundation. The whole Institute was shaking.

LuckyBat’s eyes lit with an idea and he disappeared upstairs toward Mandy’s room. She barely had time to ask him where he was going before he was gone. A few minutes passed of them trying to calm Lou down before the bat appeared again with a pair of black rubber gloves. Mandy forgot she had those when she took up gardening. “Here, rubber is an insulator for electricity. This should keep it from getting stronger.” She wasted no time in carefully sliding them onto his hands. They fit snugly, tightening around his wrists. The electrical sparks along his arms gradually faded and Lou watched them disappear beneath the black material. His breathing finally slowed down and the shaking ebbed away.

The wind from outside grew silent and the shaking in the Institute stopped.

The dolls looked around the house, listening to the wind ceased.

“Good,” Mandy finally let herself breathe. “Good…th-that was good, Lou. Everything is okay now, see?” She took him by the hands, lacing their fingers together. “We fixed it.”

Blue eyes looked up at her with a mix of every emotion aside from rejoicing. They still glowed a bit. This close and in the dim lighting of the room, they could see the faintest outlines of a weird design in his cornea. Like streams of wires and tiny dots of brighter lights glowing behind his eyes. “Fixed?”

The misunderstanding wasn’t hitting home yet. “Yeah. It’s fixed now. Just keep the gloves on and–”

“Fixed,” Lou repeated with more conviction. “As in ‘was broken’.”

Mandy finally caught on and she stumbled over her next words. “W-Well I—”

“I’m going to the recycle.” Lou pushed her away and stood on shaking legs. Ox fumbled forward and hurried to be there in case the doll fell.

“Lou, sit down,” Ox ordered.

“I’m not under your control anymore, Sir.” The word was spoken with so much venom. “I’m going to the recycle.”

Ox fisted his paws and stepped in front of Lou as he reached for the doorknob. “Lou, sit back down or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Lou hissed. His eyes glowed brighter and Ox couldn’t help the fact that he took a step back. Blue streams of light traveled like veins under Lou’s felt above the glove. Lou noticed. "This," he hissed, holding up a gloved hand, "is just more reason for me to be destroyed. Now I'm even more of a freak than I was before."

Ox had to choose his words carefully. "Sit down and let's talk about this."

“I’m sick and tired of being told what to do and when to do it!” Lou leaned down closer to Ox’s face, hands fisting at his sides. “For once—can everyone just let me do what I want! I want to go to the recycle and I want this to be over.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Ox felt his own frustration piling up. “You know I can’t. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Another shock made Lou cry out, desperately trying to squirm out of the human hand that held him tightly. Russian blue eyes stared down at him placidly. “I told you not to break those rules, Louis. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

The bunny watched those pupils constrict again and the wind outside whistled. Lou’s chest moved in and out a bit faster. “You’re just like him. All of you.” Blue eyes skimmed across the room to the other dolls. “You’re just like my Creator. Keeping me alive just to see me suffer–”

A hand grabbed his wrist quickly and Lou was no sooner on his knees staring into Ox’s eye. “I’m keepin’ you alive ‘cause I love ya. I don’t care if ya listen to a word I say or not. I ain’t gonna punish you for it. But gosh darn it, Lou, I ain’t lettin’ ya kill yourself ‘cause I love ya too much t’ let ya go!” Ox kept Lou in front of him even as the blond tried to pull away. “You ain’t broken,” he spoke softer, catching Lou’s full attention. “This,” he held up the wrist he was holding, “this is what your Creator was scared of. I don’t understand it, but I know for a fact you ain’t his puppet anymore. You ain’t his pet. Now…instead of runnin’ from it, why don’t you control it and fight back.”

Lou’s eyes widened when Ox ripped the glove off of his hand and laced their fingers together. Ox bit down on his tongue as the electricity nipped and bit on his felt. It stung and sent the fuzz on him on edge, making it stick up around his paw. Lou tried pulling away. He knew it was hurting the bunny. But Ox didn’t let go. “Ox stop!” Lou screamed, using his other hand to try and pry Ox’s off. The bunny took hold of Lou’s other wrist and held it back. The electricity grew more frantic and Ox tried his best not to breathe through his teeth as the pain increased.

“Ox, let go,” Mandy warned.

“No. He can do it,” Ox grunted.

The wind outside grew frantic again and the room dimmed as clouds rolled overhead. “O-Ox, please…I-I don’t wanna hurt you,” Lou begged, eyes screwed shut, trying to concentrate on the electricity to calm it down somehow.

“Then I guess ya better learn to control it, cause I ain’t lettin’ go.” Lou felt Ox’s paw clench as the voltage grew stronger. More of the fuzz along the bunny’s arm started rising. The lights in the house started to flicker. One of the bulbs in the kitchen light busted and glass shattered across the floor. "Either get a handle on it or let it out," Ox closed his eye tightly, breathing labored. His heart felt tight and skipped too many beats at a time.

Blue streams of light glowed in vein-like patterns along Lou's arms. He clenched his jaw and roughly pulled down the other hand that Ox was holding up. He ripped the glove off with his teeth and bolts of electricity shot out through his fingers as he screamed. The window next to them imploded from the heat and the dolls ducked their heads as glass flew across the floor.

The wind still whipped angrily outside, blowing into the house now, but the intense voltage from the hand Ox was holding dissipated. He evened his breathing the best he could before opening his eye. Tears dripped down Lou’s face. “I-I can’t—”

“No, that was good,” Ox finally let go and wrapped his arms around Lou. “That was really good, Bud. Sometimes you gotta let it out instead of bottlin’ it up.” Something wet landed on Ox’s ears. It started raining lightly outside. “It’s okay,” he rubbed up and down Lou’s back, mouth pressed against Lou’s temple. “We’re gonna help you control it.”

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Something as untameable as electricity wasn’t the easiest thing to control. Lou had started off being really adamant about keeping the gloves on, but Mandy managed to get them off and hid them somewhere in her room. The wind had finally died down. The rain stopped. The sun started to peak out again and Wage and Babo were sweeping up the glass shards on the floor. Mandy was a little disappointed that her window was broken, but she tried to hide it as Lou looked awfully guilty about the whole ordeal.

“Let’s try something simple,” she suggested. Moxy stood up on the sofa to be almost eye-level with Lou. Her hands were stretched out, waiting for Lou to put his hands in hers. Lou took a step back, but Mandy was behind him, hands on his shoulders as she gently eased him forward. “Just put your hands in hers.”

“B-But the shocks—”

“I’ll be fine,” Moxy smiled. “I can take it, honest. Don’t be scared.” Blue sparks were already beginning to dance and swirl around his fingertips. It looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time.

“We need to figure out what increases your…voltage,” Mandy searched for the proper term. “Once we figure out what triggers it, then we can work to control it.” Lou’s hands were finally laid on top of Moxy’s. He swallowed, eyeing the sparks. “Good. Now, think about…,” her eyes searched the room, “Ox.” The bunny’s ears lifted at his name.

Lou’s mouth quirked minutely, but the streams of electricity glowed at the mention of his name. Moxy felt just the tiniest sting. “I’d rate that a two, maybe.” Mandy nodded and LuckyBat wrote that down.

“Alright, how about—”

“Pizza!” Uglydog suggested.

“Why pizza?” Mandy deadpanned at him.

“Why not?” Uglydog said defensively.

Moxy didn’t feel anything. She grinned at the way Lou’s brow rose and he wrinkled his nose at the out-of-pocket suggestion. “Zero. Didn’t feel anything.” That was written down.

“M’kay,” Mandy bit her lip for a second and gave a nod of assurance to Moxy. The pink doll braced herself. Mandy stepped up closer behind Lou, hands on his shoulder blades as she watched his hands. They lit up a bit as she stepped closer. “Think about the Big World—”

“Ow!” Moxy yelped and flinched back from Lou’s hands. He startled at both the intense emotion that had coursed through him and the result of it, causing another bolt of electricity to go haywire and blow out the light fixture in the living room. “Six, that was a six,” she put her fingers to her mouth.

“Sorry!” Lou backed up, only to remember Mandy was behind him.

“No, it’s fine. That’s what we were looking for.” Mandy brought her arms around him to hold either of his arms up. The sparks jolted and began to climb up his arms toward her hands. “Any emotion seems to affect it. The stronger you feel, the more intense the voltage is.”

“Does it depend on if it’s a good or bad emotion?” Ox wrung his paws together, recalling when his name was mentioned. Lou didn’t still feel anger toward him, did he?

“Not sure,” Mandy noted the electricity climbing up toward her. “Am I scaring you right now?”

“No,” Lou rose a brow, watching the sparks as well.

“Do you feel angry?”

“I…don’t think so.”

“Well, your powers say otherwise. What are you feeling right now?” Mandy experimented by sliding her hands up his arms. The electricity flickered, brightening, and chased after her hands like it was a game.

“I wouldn’t call them powers,” he mumbled. “I-I don’t know. I’m not mad or scared. I’m definitely not sad. What else is there?”

“Happy?” Moxy suggested.

“Happy about what?” Lou gave her an incredulous look. The pink doll merely looked back at Mandy pointedly. He set his face to look stoic. “No, I’m not.” Moxy didn’t look convinced. The electricity that glowed along his arms at just the insinuation proved her right, regardless.

"It's following you, Mands," Wage watched it curiously.

She hummed and watched the sparks dance up his arms toward her hands. "I've got an idea." She turned Lou around so that he was facing her and put her hands on his shoulders. "New game: keep it from touching me."

"W-What?" Lou's eyes went wide.

"You heard me. Keep it from touching me. That's your challenge."

"I don't like this game," Lou stepped back from her.

"What's the worse that can happen?" Mandy asked as if it wasn't obvious.

"I don't wanna hurt you," Lou glared.

Wage snorted. "Says the one that tried to recycle her."

At that, Lou barely refrained from wincing. However, his new abilities gave way to what he felt. Guilt. The electricity along his hands and arms seemed to die out immediately. The glow in his eyes dimmed back to their normal blue.

Wage seemed to perk at this improvement. "Well, whatever you felt then seemed to work. That made it go away." Lou turned his head away from her, staring at the ground.

Mandy’s gaze softened and she took a small step toward him. He replaced the distance again, looking at her through his bangs. His face was serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The conviction behind his words had her pausing for a moment. “I know you don’t.” Wage scoffed. The other dolls, aside from Ox, had to say that they didn’t know if they believed it themselves. “But if we’re gonna control this, we have to be willing to take risks.” She held her hands out toward him. They were stared at. Lou’s face tensed at the thought of causing more damage than he already has. Not to mention all the damage he caused prior to getting these stupid abilities. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, either,” Mandy continued. He met her eyes.

It was confinement and constraint that even brought him to this point. This breaking point. And while controlling the person who had the abilities sounded like a good plan…it also had the more probable result of making things worse. So, instead of having someone else control him, he’d have to do that himself.

And it started with giving him the freedom to make a choice.

“You can let us help you…or you can tell us to back off and we will.” Mandy took a step back herself to give him more space. “It’s up to you and what you want to do.”

Lou glanced at the door. He could walk away from all of this. At the very least, he could finally get away and go to the recycling like he wanted in the first place. No more powers. No more Creator. No more emotions. No more being this freak of nature. This robot. Maybe he would come back as a normal doll and be able to do normal doll things.

It sounded so enticing that it almost didn’t feel like a choice anymore. It felt like that’s what his Creator wanted. It felt like the option was so good that it would be the only way for him to get out of this mess.

It felt like running.

Like being that submissive pet again.

And what would even happen if he did come back as a normal doll? He would be like the rest of them. Following the rules of the factory. He would still be required to go through the same process of learning how to survive the Big World, finding a kid, and being a proper doll. He would be another oblivious doll that didn’t understand the power the factory had over them.

Or he could gain control of his power…and take back what the factory stole from him: freedom.

The dolls watched his eyes slowly illuminate and those sparks reignited on his fingers. He looked at Mandy, replacing the distance between them again and holding his forearms out. “I want help.”

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